The streets were littered with the wreckage of the Syndicate's failed ambush. Smoke still curled from the burning SUVs, the scent of gasoline and gunpowder thick in the air.
Ochieng stood amidst the carnage, his coat stained with blood—not his, but that of the men who thought they could take him down.
Jaylen whistled as he holstered his rifle. "That was fun. What's next, boss?"
Ochieng's eyes gleamed under the streetlights. "We go after the head of the snake."
Tielen, wiping his blade, smirked. "You mean Darius Volkov?"
The name alone sent a ripple of unease through the group.
Darius Volkov—Nikolai's elder brother—was the true mastermind behind the Zenith Syndicate. Ruthless, cunning, and a man who ruled through fear.
Killing his brother had sent a message. Now, Darius would be hunting Ochieng with everything he had.
And that was exactly what Ochieng wanted.
As they left the battlefield, Ochieng's phone buzzed. A video message.
He played it.
On the screen, a man was tied to a chair, blood dripping from his mouth. It was Marco, one of their informants.
Then came the voice. Cold. Calculated.
"Ochieng. You killed my brother. Now, I will return the favor a hundred times over. For every man you killed tonight, I will take ten of yours. Surrender now, or watch your people die, one by one."
The screen went black.
Isabelle clenched her fists. "That bastard—"
Ochieng exhaled slowly. "He thinks fear will control me."
Jaylen tilted his head. "So, what's the plan?"
Ochieng's expression darkened.
"We strike first."
The Underground Meeting
An hour later, they gathered in the safe house—a hidden bunker beneath an abandoned hotel.
Around the table sat their closest allies. Underworld figures. Information brokers. Mercenaries who owed Ochieng their lives.
"Darius Volkov has declared war," Ochieng announced. "Anyone who stands with me will be hunted. Anyone who stands against me will be crushed."
The room was silent.
Then, one by one, they nodded.
Jaylen grinned. "So, when do we hit him?"
Ochieng's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
"Now."
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Darius Volkov controlled multiple criminal enterprises, but his most prized asset was his offshore vault—a secret bank storing billions in laundered money, weapons contracts, and classified documents.
Ochieng's plan was simple—steal everything, burn the rest.
They moved at midnight, infiltrating the Syndicate's private security firm under false identities.
Tielen disabled the surveillance.
Isabelle and Jaylen took out the guards, moving like shadows.
And Ochieng? He walked straight into the vault room, placed a single USB drive into the system, and within minutes—every account, every secret, every dirty transaction was his.
The alarms blared. Security flooded the building.
Ochieng turned to his team. "Time to go."
Bullets rained as they fought their way out.
Jaylen's sniper fire kept enemies at bay.
Tielen engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat, breaking bones with ruthless efficiency.
Isabelle, her daggers flashing, left no survivors.
And Ochieng? He faced Darius Volkov's personal enforcers—and wiped them out.
By the time they reached the getaway car, the building was a blazing inferno behind them.
Ochieng tossed the USB to Jaylen. "Everything we need to destroy him is in there."
Jaylen smirked. "Then let's finish this."
The Syndicate was crumbling.
And Ochieng was just getting started.