Tyson's eyes raced across the screen. Every detail of the sniper rifle deal was in front of him—separate shipments for Russia and Africa, and a special truck for Dan to be sent to London.
Just then, his phone vibrated softly and lit up.
"Message from Jordan."
Tyson opened the message, and as he read it, a deep, dangerous smile spread across his face. ...Tyson said to himself, "Now the game is going to get more interesting."
He immediately pressed the intercom button and said, "Romy, come in."
Within seconds, Romy entered the cabin and said, "Yes, Boss?"
Without taking his eyes off the screen, Tyson tapped his fingers on it and said, "I've seen all the details of the deal. Everything is set." "Prepare the ships for Russia and Africa. Load the containers of sniper rifles."
"Get a big truck ready for Dan."
Romy nodded slightly in confirmation, "On it, Boss!"
Tyson was now completely in hunter mode.
"Russia and Africa are in different countries, so the goods will be sent by ship."..."Dan's location is in London; our truck will reach there. But stay alert." "Dan and Boris will definitely try something. One mistake from them... and we'll have the rifles and their payment too!"
No trick could stand against Tyson's dangerous thinking.
On the other side.....
In the cold London night, Jordan moved like a shadow towards Dan's car.
Silence reigned all around. ...There was a slight chill in the air, but only one thing was on Jordan's mind—to make the mission successful.
He glanced around, then took out a small device and very skillfully attached a transmitter to Dan's car.
Now, Dan's every movement, every call, every plan would reach Tyson's ears.
Jordan typed a code on his phone—"Mission complete, Boss."
The message flashed on Tyson's screen.
Tyson picked up the phone, his eyes holding the coldness that precedes a lion's final strike.
Tyson took a deep breath and said to himself, "Now I'll see, Dan... how you escape."
Australia
In the outskirts of Sydney, a grand mansion, every wall of which spoke of royal style. Expensive security guards were stationed outside, and inside, the atmosphere was like the den of a mafia empire.
In the mansion's opulent hall, the Australian Don, Adrian, sat on a comfortable sofa, blowing smoke rings from his cigarette. His eyes held a strange calmness and cunning, as if he had foreseen everything.
Opposite him sat Lucy, an attractive woman in her 40s, wearing a long red gown. In her hand was a crystal wine glass, which she swirled slowly.
Soft light and the scent of wine filled the hall.
Adrian looked at Lucy with a slight smile and said in a very calm tone, "So you want Doctor Zenith and Dan dead... but why?"
Lucy's expression didn't change. Her eyes held coldness, and her face a stern look. Lucy said, "I have an old score to settle with them," Lucy replied without any hesitation.
Lucy asked, "Now tell me, will you help me or not?"
Adrian took the last puff of his cigarette and extinguished it by pressing it into a crystal ashtray. Then he said with a crooked smile, "What will I get in return?"
Lucy slowly took a sip of her wine and rose in an alluring manner... She slowly approached Adrian, leaned down, and whispered in his ear in a seductive voice, "Whatever you want…"
Adrian's smile deepened. His eyes held a different kind of gleam, as if the game was now in his hands.
"Then it's decided..." Adrian said in a very cold voice, "Dan and Doctor Zenith will die." ...Saying this, he got up from his place and walked out of the hall with quiet steps.
Lucy stood there, a mysterious smile on her face. Her eyes watched Adrian leave, like a hunter watches the approaching steps of its prey.
London – Nighttime
Tyson was on the top floor of his luxurious office...soft blue light illuminated the room, and the entire city of London glittered through the large glass window.
Tyson unbuttons his shirt, then takes out a black tactical dress from the closet. He quickly changes his clothes, then picks up his gun from the table and loads it...There was no emotion on Tyson's face...He checked the gun once, then headed towards the elevator.
As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, Romy was already standing outside.
Romy said, "The car is ready, Boss."
Without saying anything, Tyson opened the car door and sat inside.
The car sped down the streets.
After about an hour's drive, the car stopped some distance from a deserted warehouse.
Tyson still sat calmly in the car, without any expression. His fingers lightly touched the trigger of the gun.
Romy took out his phone and typed a message to someone...Within seconds, four more cars stopped behind Tyson's car.
These were Tyson's men.
The people in each car were in full black gear, and they had high-caliber weapons.
Tyson slowly checked his gun and looked at the warehouse through the car window.
"The hunt is about to begin..." he said in a cold voice.
The Warehouse… Dan's Mafia Empire.
It wasn't just a building, but a fortress of Dan's dark dealings—drugs, weapons, counterfeit currency, and every black market deal was operated from here.
If Tyson destroyed this place, not just a warehouse would burn, Dan's entire empire would be shaken.
This wasn't a direct attack; it was the beginning of a war.
As soon as the black SUV stopped, Tyson opened the door and got out...He slowly took out a cigar from his pocket, put it in his lips, and lit it with a lighter...Light rings of smoke dissolved in the air, and his eyes were fixed on the warehouse, which he was about to turn into a valley of death today...A cold, ruthless resolve was reflected in his eyes.
"Romy," Tyson said without looking.
Romy immediately said, "Yes, Boss?"
Tyson said, "Cause a blast at the back of the warehouse. The security will rush there, then we'll enter."
Romy nodded with a slight smile and signaled his man on the radio. Tyson's men immediately took position.
Within seconds, there was a loud explosion at the back of the warehouse! ____BANG!!!
The warehouse security guards panicked and ran towards the back...Fear was on their faces.
One guard said, "What happened?"
Another guard said, "Who caused the blast?"
The first guard said, "Check quickly!"
Amidst this chaos, Tyson and his team took attack positions.
The attack began from three directions.
First Group – Electricity Cut
Two men reached the main electrical panel on the side of the warehouse.
Spark!
Grrrrrrrrrr… All the lights in the warehouse went out.
"Shit!" the guards inside shouted.
Second Group – Sniper Attack
Snipers hidden at a height pulled the trigger.
Crack! Crack!
The guards standing outside began to fall one after another...Nothing could be understood in the darkness.
Now it was Tyson's turn...He rushed inside with quick steps...straight towards the room where Dan's most trusted man was sitting.
As soon as he reached inside—"BANG!"___The door was kicked open.
Dan's most trusted man was sitting in the middle of the room.
He tried to pull out his gun, but Tyson was even faster.
"BAM!"__The first punch landed directly on his nose.
A stream of blood flowed. ..."You can't escape, Tyson!" he screamed.
Tyson said with a smile, "I wasn't even thinking of escaping." Tyson spun his gun and pulled the trigger.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"...The bullet went right through his head.
He fell with a thud—Dan's most trusted man was now just a corpse.
Tyson picked up his gun and began to take down the remaining enemies. __"BANG! BANG! BANG!"...Every single enemy was riddled with bullets.
Now only Tyson and his team were left.
Tyson took out C4 bombs from his pocket and set them in various places.
Romy set the timer for 60 seconds. And everyone started moving outside.
Tyson lit one last cigarette.
With a deep drag, exhaling the smoke, he said in a cold voice, "There is only one king in London, and that is Tyson Knight."
And then—BOOMMMMMMM!!!!!
The entire warehouse was transformed into a huge ball of fire...Flames rose to the sky.
Without turning back, Tyson got into his SUV and started the car.
The burning warehouse was visible in the rearview mirror.
An empire had been reduced to ashes…