Location: Vincent's HideoutTime: 9:00 AM
Sunlight streamed through the window blinds. It was a tranquil morning, but Vincent remained vigilant.
As he quietly inspected the firearm on his desk, he spoke.
"Feynman."
"Yeah?"
Feynman was sprawled on the sofa, eating instant noodles. The signs of an all-nighter spent organizing data were evident.
"Any movement from Dominic's side?"
Feynman squinted at the monitor.
"Well... it's either nothing or too quiet."
Vincent paused.
"What do you mean?"
Feynman set down his noodles and zoomed in on the screen.
"Typically, after the disturbances we've caused, a company would respond with legal action or bolster internal security. But Dominic... he's just staying put."
"He could be deliberately lying low."
Angie sipped her coffee and chimed in.
"True. Maybe he's trying to make us drop our guard."
Feynman tapped his fingers on the desk.
"Perhaps, but his calmness is unsettling."
Angie tilted her head.
"So, what's our move?"
Vincent chambered a round in his firearm and replied.
"We keep watching."
Location: Dominic Scott's Private ResidenceTime: 10:30 AM
Dominic enjoyed brunch on his terrace overlooking a luxurious garden. He held a premium magazine, and beside him sat a young, stylish assistant.
"Where's today's interview?"
His PR manager inquired.
Dominic sipped his coffee.
"Forbes. They're also doing a video shoot."
The PR manager swiped through his tablet.
"Stick to our existing image strategy. Emphasize your role as a CEO and global investor."
"Naturally."
Dominic set down his cup and turned.
"But if they bring up our recent security incidents?"
The PR manager smiled.
"Highlight the robust security measures we've implemented. And—"
He gave a knowing grin.
"Hint that we're preparing a counteroffensive."
Dominic nodded slowly.
"Yes... it's time to get serious."
His gaze was relaxed, but a cold intensity lurked beneath.
Location: Gabriel and Emily's SafehouseTime: 1:00 PM
Emily was at her laptop, analyzing data. Her fingers danced over the keyboard.
"This time, we make the first move."
Gabriel stood with arms crossed.
"Aren't we being hasty?"
Without looking up, Emily responded.
"No. We've been too reactive. Vincent's staying under the radar, but he's undoubtedly planning an unexpected counterattack."
Gabriel nodded.
"Then we need to disrupt him first."
Emily smirked.
"Exactly. But a straightforward assault won't work on Vincent."
She pointed at her screen.
"Analyzing his patterns, he always employs unconventional tactics. Even if we strike first, he's likely to retaliate."
Gabriel looked at her.
"So, what's the plan?"
Emily pondered briefly, then spoke softly.
"We need to uncover what he truly wants."
Location: Aiden Blake's Office, New YorkTime: 3:00 PM
Aiden sipped his coffee, eyes fixed on his monitor.
His desk was cluttered with newspapers and documents.
Dominic Scott's official business ventures
His political donations
Anonymous online rumors about Vincent Kang, Feynman, and Angie
"This can't be mere coincidence."
He murmured.
Recently, online news about 'cybercrime' had surged. Some seemed to specifically target Vincent's group.
"Something's up."
He typed away, searching for more information.
"Vincent Kang... who are you really?"
He delved deeper.
Meanwhile
Vincent sat on the sofa, gazing out the window.
The day seemed peaceful, as if nothing was amiss.
But he knew better.
This calm was merely the prelude to a storm.
*******
"New Assets"
Time: 5:00 PMLocation: Strategy Briefing Room
Gabriel stepped into the conference room, eyes scanning the five figures already seated.
Broad shoulders. Disciplined posture.These weren't your average security personnel—They were PMC operatives. Private Military Company professionals.Combat-tested. Efficient. Dangerous.
Gabriel took his time assessing each of them, then smirked.
"Good. At least we're not wasting money."
Dominique Scott had summoned these men for him, though Gabriel wasn't fond of mercenaries.Their loyalty was always questionable—money-driven soldiers could switch sides for a higher bid.But this wasn't the time for doubt. It was time to act.
He placed a file on the table and walked toward the front, tapping the screen.
"The mission is simple: Locate Vincent Kang's team and restrict their movements."
He pointed at one of the men seated in front.
"You. Name?"
The man answered curtly."Raymond."
Gabriel nodded."Raymond, say you were Vincent. What would be your move?"
Raymond folded his arms and replied after a beat.
"Vincent avoids direct confrontation. He analyzes first, engages only where he holds the advantage. We need to deny him that terrain—cut off the grounds he'd normally pick."
Gabriel grinned."Right. But don't assume it'll be easy. He's not stupid enough to fall for obvious traps."
Another man spoke."Then let's flip the strategy. Make it look like we're hunting them—but in reality, we're luring them to us."
Gabriel narrowed his eyes."Go on."
The man elaborated,"Leak partial intel. Make it seem like we're chasing them through exposed paths. But the actual battleground—we choose it."
Gabriel tapped the table with approval.
"Good. Then here's the outline."
Bait Operation:
Spread false intelligence suggesting we're tracking Vincent's team.
Leave deliberate weak spots—enough to be suspicious, but tempting.
Actual ambush zone will be a pre-selected area.
Encirclement Strategy:
Position PMC teams to block three likely escape routes.
Set up in terrain favoring control—elevated ground, limited visibility, sniper-ready points.
Psychological Warfare:
Target their emotional weak link.
That weak link... is Feynman.
Gabriel finished laying it out. The operatives nodded—not just following orders now, but offering insight.
Raymond raised a finger."One suggestion."
"Go ahead," Gabriel replied.
Raymond pointed at the board.
"If Vincent anticipates our setup, he might attack us instead. Flip the ambush."
Gabriel smiled again."Exactly. That's why we add this."
Double Trap Addition:
Plant hidden traps along the alternate routes.
Prepare for stealth attacks or unorthodox tactics.
Deploy multiple sniper units for coverage and lockdown.
The mood in the room shifted.What started as Gabriel's briefing had become a war council.He now understood why Dominique brought these men in.
"Now that's more like it," Gabriel muttered.
Time: 7:00 PMLocation: Dominique Scott's Office
Dominique flipped through the briefing report with quiet satisfaction.
He looked out over the city skyline and murmured,
"Gabriel, Emily, and now the PMCs... Finally, the pieces are falling into place."
His fingers drummed on the desk.
"Good. Now… let's begin the real war."