Chapter 1615:


    Darkness thickened as night deepened, pressing down without mercy.


    The towering wrought iron gates of the Cooper Estate stood firmly sealed — cold, unyielding, and utterly still. No insects stirred. No wind whispered. The quiet felt unnatural, as if the entire estate had drawn a breath and refused to let it go.


    Boom!


    A thunderous impact split the night apart. The ck heavy truck burst through the estate’s side gate, tearing through iron and metal before charging across the pristinewn that had long stood as a symbol of absolute authority.


    Screech —


    The vehicle lurched violently as its tires screamed against stone, sliding before grinding to an abrupt halt in the open square facing the main residence.


    Inside the cab, the two covert operatives struggled to breathe, their chests heaving, sweat drenching their uniforms.


    “We’re inside — we actually made it,” one rasped, barely forcing the words out.


    “Don’t waste time. Move Kolton to the study and open the secret chamber immediately,” the other snapped, urgency sharpening every syble.


    His hand lunged for the door handle.


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    Swoosh — swoosh — swoosh!


    Searchlights roared to life from every direction, their beams shing through the night and converging on the vehicle without mercy. The estate vanished beneath a sudden re so harsh it burned the eyes, every shadow stripped away and every corner exposed.


    “Who’s out there?” The operative’s voice cracked as he shouted into the blinding flood of light, panic bleeding through his control.


    Before the echo faded, voices came from all directions.


    “Don’t move!”


    “Get out of the vehicle!”


    Armed figures emerged from concealment — stepping out from behind sculpted hedges, dropping from rooftops, advancing from the shadows beneath towering trees. Members of The Mask. Every weapon lifted in perfect unison, barrels locked onto the truck’s cab.


    Vroom!


    From behind them, the savage growl of an engine ripped through the charged silence. Chris’s ck vehicle surged forward, its frame coated in dust, radiating cold intent as it swung sideways in a controlled drift and sealed off the final escape route. Additional heavy trucks rolled in from the surrounding darkness one by one, their frames advancing until every possible path out waspletely blocked.


    The trap had snapped shut. The covert operatives’ truck sat at the center — exposed and helpless. There was nowhere left to run.


    Inside the cab, the two men stared through the windshield at the wless encirclement beyond, the warmth draining from their faces as dread crept in. This oue had never entered their calctions. Their pursuers had predicted this exact destination,ying the ambush in advance and waiting in silence for the trap to close.


    “We’re finished.” The man in the passenger seat let the words fall, his body sagging backward, defeat hollowing his posture. “We’re trapped.”


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