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    Kolton’s pupils blew wide, terror twisting his features. He thrashed violently, the chair shrieking against the floor. “No! Stop! I told you—I am Kolton Cooper! Your real superior! Touch me and my covert forces will erase every one of you!”


    Suddenly, hurried footsteps cut through the room, followed by a second voice—tense and urgent. “Boss! Emergency report! The No. 3 Biochemical Lab in Wront has been destroyed. Total ckout—no signals, no survivors. We just received a new shipment, but there’s nowhere left to send them.”


    The shift felt chillingly real. The interrogator’s tone sharpened. “Destroyed? Impossible. Thosebs are fortified beyond military standards.”


    The interrogator—Chris—paused deliberately, as though a grim thought had just struck him, and his voice dropped. “Unless it was a controlled detonation. An internal st. Did someone trigger the self-destruct sequence? Damn it. Get in touch with the other twobs immediately and verify—something may have gone very wrong.”


    Every word carried clearly to Kolton’s ears. At the mention of detonation and self-destruct, the panic in his eyes evaporated, reced by a sudden, feverish light.


    That order hade from him. No one but the true mastermind possessed the authority to activate a protocol of that level. If they couldn’t reach thebs now, it meant only one thing—there was no one left alive to answer.


    And to Kolton, that realization felt like salvation. His one chance to finally prove who he was.


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    Kolton clung to a final sliver of hope and blurted out urgently, “There’s no point contacting anyone. Don’t waste your time. Every biochemicalb has already been wiped out. You won’t reach a single soul.”


    The interrogator froze, clearly caught off guard, then barked, “Shut up! How would you know that?”


    Kolton lifted his head. His face was swollen and bruised, yet a smug, almost arrogant smile curled his lips. “Because those were my orders,” he said calmly. “I personally authorized the self-destruct sequence in everyb a few hours ago. I told you before—I’m your real boss. Do you believe me now?”


    The interrogator hesitated for a heartbeat but quickly regained hisposure. “Don’t get clever. Saying it doesn’t make it true. We’ll verify it ourselves.”


    “Okay. Be my guest,” Kolton sneered, his thoughts already racing ahead.


    Then it struck him—this was leverage. The perfect bargaining chip.


    “If you’re not stupid and still want your payout, you’d better let me go,” he said coldly. “Thebs are gone. Everyone involved—and their families—will disappear soon enough. I’m the only one left who can pay you that bounty. Kill me, and you won’t see a cent. Worse, you’ll earn the full wrath of Cooper Group.”


    Triumph surged through him. He was certain he had cornered them, exploiting their greed and forcing their hand.


    What he never imagined was that this was precisely the snare Chris hadid for him.


    The instant Kolton admitted to issuing the destruction order, reports of mysterious explosions began flooding the inte.


    Breaking News: Massive Underground Explosion in Wront—Suspected Detonation.


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