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    “Pretending to be our boss? You must be courting death,” the man said, his tone icy andced with authority. “How did you even learn our boss’s name? Our boss is in Wront overseeing operations — there’s no way he’d be here. Are you trying to trick me? Try that in your next life.”


    Kolton’s heart sank.


    Only now did he realize that all the deceptions he had set up — his faked presence in Wront, the illusions designed to throw off covert operatives and rivals — had backfired spectacrly. He was trapped in the very snare he had meticulously crafted for others. He needed to prove his identity, and fast.


    “I am Kolton Cooper! I can prove it — otherwise, how would I know what’s happening here? Thisb was authorized by me three years ago, codename—”


    The man cut him off before he could finish, his gaze mocking and merciless. “Right, you’re Kolton Cooper. And maybe I’m your son. Save yourself the trouble. Cooper or not — just ept your role as a test subject.”


    He nced sideways and barked an order. “Take him and lock him up alone. He’s our special sample. Keep eyes on him at all times.”


    In a secluded room, Kolton yelled relentlessly at the surveince camera, desperate to prove his identity by revealing secrets known only to Cooper Group’s top executives.


    Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, the man from earlier had pushed his mask aside, his stern face now visible as he watched Kolton’s frantic movements on the screen. A mocking smile tugged at his lips.


    He picked up an encrypted phone and called his superior — one of the feared Four Horsemen, codenamed War.


    “Sir,” he reported, “progress is excellent. Kolton Cooper prides himself on being clever, but he’s now cornered. He’s confessing all his misdeeds on camera, afraid we might kill him.”


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    War’s voice, cold and unflinching, came through the line. “Good. Follow the n. The leader will interrogate him personally next.”


    “Understood, sir.”


    At Wront’s highway entrance, a convoy of sleek ck cars lined the roadside.


    Chris sat in the back seat, earphones in, scrolling through reports on a tablet. His fingers drummed lightly as his eyes swept the data. He raised his phone and spoke.


    “It’s time. Start the global live stream. I want him to confess his crimes before the world. The Cooper Group’s corruption ends here, with him.”


    In the vi in the southern suburbs, Maia stared at herptop, reviewing streams of reports and digital chatter about Cooper Group.


    She saw through their scheme immediately — recognizing the method beneath the apparent chaos of conflicting rumors and calcted denials.


    A smirk crossed her lips. “A clever ruse,” she muttered. “They’re using false rms and controlled chaos to desensitize the public, even inciting bacsh. It might fool ordinary people, but hackers? This isughable.”


    Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she logged into thergest hacker forum, her golden ID lighting up — Pris’s founder, L.


    She swiftly created a bounty task, pinned it prominently, and highlighted it in red. The mission was titled “Exposing Lies,” with a single directive: investigate the swirling rumors about Cooper Group online and uncover verifiable evidence to publish globally. She attached a reward — confirmed findings would earn core membership in Pris and a share of a ten-million-dor prize pool.


    The announcement sent shockwaves through the global hackermunity, drawing elite hackers from every corner. Though the mary reward was tempting, many were even more eager to join Pris itself — one of the world’s top two hacker organizations, a mark of ultimate prestige.


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