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    Kolton swallowed hard. It had been ages since he’dst eaten. Thirst scorched his throat, exhaustion pressed down on his limbs, and his empty stomach felt like it was on fire. Still, suspicion was woven into his bones.


    He narrowed his eyes at the camera. “Why are you asking me this? It sounds an awful lot like an interrogation.”


    In the surveince room, Grayson’s pulse skipped. The man was sharper than expected.


    But Grayson recovered instantly, snapping back with practiced irritation. “Of course it’s an interrogation. How do we know you’re not a spy sent by a rival? Someone like Kolton Cooper wouldn’t just fall into our hands. Answer if you want to eat. Otherwise, stay hungry until my leader gets back—and he’s got far less patience than I do. He might decide you’re better off feeding the sharks.”


    The threat was crude, believable, and perfectly in character.


    Kolton’s suspicion eased. It made sense. These people had never seen him in person—of course they’d be cautious. They were using questions as a verification method, far safer in their eyes than circting a photograph. Desperadoes preferred old-school methods.


    Kolton wet his cracked lips. He needed water. He needed food. Above all, he needed to stay alive.


    “Fine,” he said atst. Drawing a slow breath, he straightened as much as his restraints allowed, slipping back into the posture of a man ustomed tomand.


    “The two ships are codenamed Leviathan and Behemoth. On paper, they’re just massive cargo freighters.” His voice dropped, steady and precise. “In reality, they’re floating warehouses of freshly harvested human organs—sourced from multiple countries through various channels. Hearts. Kidneys. Corneas. Livers.”


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    He continued without hesitation, as though reciting an inventory list. “The organs are either matched and transnted aboard medical vessels operating in unregted international waters, or sh-frozen and airlifted to elite clients worldwide. That’s where the real moneyes from.”


    When he finished, Kolton stared coldly into the camera. “Verify it with your contact, or whoever sits above you. Or simply send them my photo—they’ll tell you exactly who I am.”


    A chill crept up Grayson’s spine. He had known about Cooper Group’s crimes for years, but hearing Kolton describe it all so casually made his stomach turn.


    “Damn,” Grayson sneered, unable to fully mask his disgust. “You think we didn’t already try that? Your photo was sent long ago. We received no reply. But—” He paused deliberately. “What you just said checks out.”


    His tone shifted, almost mocking. “A deal’s a deal. I’ll have food sent in. Might as well enjoy it—could be thest meal of your life.”


    Without waiting for a response, Grayson cut the microphone. They had everything they needed.


    Kolton’s confession had already gone out live, detonating like a bomb across the world. From the streets of Wront to global financial capitals, media outlets descended like vultures. Alerts red. Feeds refreshed. Screens flooded with a single name.


    Cooper Group Chairman Confesses to International Organ Trafficking.


    Floating ughterhouse Exposed—Leviathan Tracked by International Navies.


    The Deification Project Unmasked: Kolton Cooper Named Architect of Crimes Against Humanity.


    Verified Evidence Released—Victim Lists from Cooper Group’s Biochemical Labs Confirmed.


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