Chapter 1479
Jerrick opened the mission database.
Rows of high-risk contracts scrolled rapidly across the screen. His eyes scanned line by line.
Finally, his gaze stopped at a top-tier mission freshly posted at the very top.
[Mission Rank: S-Class]
[Objective: Provide perimeter security for specific cargo sectors while Project Zero- Transit is docked at Whitecliffe Harbor p>
[Requirements: Contractor must possess S-Class or higher security clearance, black-market credibility endorsement, untraceable identity, and must strictly obey Project Zero-Transit’s security dispatch during the operation p>
[Note: Employer requires the contractor to possess the capability to neutralize out- of-control cargo p>
[Location: Whitecliffe Harbor p>
[Boarding Clearance: Unlocked upon mission binding p>
Jerrick stared at those words, his eyes darkening.
Out-of-control cargo.
He knew exactly what those bastards from the Obsidian Sun meant by ‘cargo p>
Human specimens.
Obsidian Augments.
Living, breathing human beings.
His knuckles slowly tightened.
With a swift motion, he transferred the contract directly to his name.
This identity was the perfect cover to get him close to the ship’s defense grid and cargo sectors.
If the Obsidian Sun was truly moving something aboard Project Zero-Transit, the cargo holds were the most likely place to hide their filth.
The exact second he accepted the job, the internal mercenary comms channel exploded.
[Fenris took a contract p>
[Fenris p>
[Holy shit! Fenris accepted a mission p>
[No way. The boss is stepping out personally p>
[What kind of insane tier is the Project Zero-Transit job? It actually dragged Fenris out of the shadows p>
[Am I hallucinating? The boss is running a personal escort p>
[The mission rank is high, sure, but it shouldn’t be enough to alarm the boss, right?] Jerrick remained expressionless as he watched the string of shocked messages flood the channel. He typed a single command line: [Prep the gear. Put the men on standby. I’m running this op personally p>
The channel instantly went dead silent.
A few seconds later.
A unified wall of text cascaded down.
[Understood p>
Jerrick closed the comms.
He looked at the mission confirmation prompt.
The screen confirmed that the escort clearance for Project Zero-Transit was successfully bound.
[Fenris, boarding clearance confirmed p>
The stark white lights cast harsh shadows over his brow, making his even
sharp imposing features looket
more unforgiving.
He looked down at the map of Whitecliffe Harbor.
There was absolutely no way he was letting his sister walk into a place like that alone.
Julian was just a corporate suit.
Jasper was a reckless idiot.
He refused to watch any of them march into a death trap.
He was the captain of Drake Hunter. He was Serena’s brother.
A hellhole like that was his to handle, alone.
This mercenary identity was tailored perfectly for infiltrating the Obsidian Sun’s core.
It would also allow him to figure
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If there were human specimens.
He would save them.
If there were Obsidian Augments.
He would slaughter them.
And if The Raven truly dared to lay a finger on his sister p>
A lethal intensity surged in Jerrick’s eyes.
He would show Whitecliffe Harbor what a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood looked like.
He picked up his black jacket from the table, his voice cold and resolute.
“Serena, your brother is going to clear the path for you p>
Meanwhile.
In Jasper’s room.
He hadn’t turned on the lights. Only the faint blue glow of the computer monitor illuminated the space.
Jasper sat cross-legged on the rug
munching on chips with one haet
while his other hand flew across the keyboard.
A careless smirk rested on his handsome, devilish face.
But his eyes were terrifyingly cold.
On the Dark Web, a bounty order hung at the very top of the rankings.
The bold, blood-red font was glaringly conspicuous.
[Target: Serena Lancaster p>
[Location: Project Zero-Transit p>
[Bounty: The Hundred-Trillion Bounty p>