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Chapter 846:
Cole stepped out of the private elevator into the underground parking garage. The cold concrete air hit his face, and a sudden, violent shiver racked his body.
The physical destruction of Alycia Beasley had provided zero relief. The massive, gaping void in his chest remained.
He climbed into the back of the armored SUV and slumped against the leather seat, closing his eyes. The only image that played in the darkness of his mind was June, standing in Crawford’s shirt, looking at him with absolute, freezing disgust.
The convoy rolled out of the Upper East Side, leaving the bloody penthouse behind. The Manhattan sky above them remained vast, black, and entirely unforgiving.
At 5:00 AM, the air in the Compton Group’s subterranean data center was sterile and freezing.
𝗧𝗁е b𝖾ѕ𝘵 𝗋e𝗏𝘪𝖾𝘸𝗌 𝘰n.с𝗼𝗺
Cole sat in a sleek ergonomic chair at the center of the room, surrounded by a curved wall of holographic monitors. The blood vessels in his eyes were thick and red from exhaustion. A cup of black coffee sat untouched on the console, completely cold.
His chief assistant stepped to the main terminal and inserted a heavily encrypted USB drive. A high-definition video file populated on the center screen.
Cole didn’t flinch at the thumbnail.
“Edit it,” Cole ordered, his voice a low, mechanical rasp. “Blur the faces and identifying marks of the men. I want the focus entirely on her p>
The lead data analyst’s fingers flew across the keyboard.
“Keep the tight shots of her face,” Cole continued, his tone clinical. “Keep the audio of her begging. Then take the dark web voice recording of her ordering the hit on June and overlay it as the primary audio track p>
The analyst nodded, his face pale. Ten minutes later, the rendering bar hit one hundred percent.
The final product was three minutes long — a weapon of mass psychological destruction, perfectly juxtaposing Alycia’s murderous intent with her complete, humiliating degradation.
Cole stared at the paused final frame. The corner of his mouth twitched into something that held no warmth at all.
“Distribution, sir?” the assistant asked carefully. “If we push this through domestic servers, the FBI cyber division will trace the IP and issue a platform-wide takedown within minutes p>
Cole leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Use the botnets we acquired in Russia and Eastern Europe. Route the file through five thousand proxy IPs. Flood X, Reddit, and 4chan simultaneously. Buy dark web click-farms to inflate the engagement metrics. I want this downloaded and mirrored a hundred thousand times before the algorithms even flag it p>
The assistant swallowed and pressed the execution key.
A massive surge of data left the underground servers. The digital destruction of Alycia Beasley’s reputation was officially unleashed.
Cole rubbed his temples and turned his attention to the monitor on his left. It displayed a live multi-angle satellite feed of June’s apartment building, cross-referenced with a topographical map of the streets surrounding Apex Bio headquarters.
He motioned for his Director of Global Security to step forward.