The Silent Storm
The echoes of gunshots had now faded.
Outside the warehouse, the dust and smoke were beginning to settle. Blood and corpses were scattered everywhere. Tyson's gun was still warm, but his eyes held the same icy coldness.
Romi ran towards him, his shallow breaths coming quickly. Romi said, "Boss... it's all over. No one survived..."
Without looking at him, Tyson said in a cold voice, "Get everything cleared here. I want my warehouse back to how it was. Every corpse must be accounted for."
Romi nodded and said, "Yes, Boss."
Tyson turned... blood was drying under his boots. He walked out of the warehouse straight to his car, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove away.
Tyson's Office
The sun was directly overhead. Tyson's black SUV entered the office's private parking.
He quickly walked towards the elevator, his clothes still stained with blood. In the elevator mirror, he saw himself – his face calm, but his eyes held a different kind of fire.
As soon as he entered his cabin, Tyson went straight to the washroom. He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face. The cold water hit his face... for a while, only the sound of water echoed.
The bloodstains on his shirt were still fresh.
Tyson took off his shirt and started cleaning it... After cleaning the shirt, Tyson put it back on and then returned to his cabin, sitting down in his chair. Tyson opened his laptop – CCTV feeds, radar, and tracking data started running on the screen one after another.
Tyson's face now resembled a hunter in search of prey.
On the Other Side...
Location – A luxurious farmhouse in the outskirts of the city.
Sunlight rays were entering the room through the window. But the atmosphere on the bed was completely different.
Adrian was shirtless, his tattoos and scars clearly visible on his body. His eyes held the intoxication of victory.
Lucy was lying on the bed, wearing a mini dress. Adrian leaned over Lucy and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders... and touching her face with longing, he said, "My darling... Tyson's warehouse will be finished there, and we're celebrating here."
Lucy smiled, then suddenly pulled Adrian towards her, embracing him tightly. And bringing her lips close to his ear, she whispered, "By now, our men would have blown up the entire warehouse, baby..."
And their laughter echoed in the room... both were laughing loudly.
Lucy broke away from Adrian and lit a cigarette from the coffee table, handing it to Adrian, and also filled glasses with wine.
Cigarette smoke floated in the air, and the smell of wine filled the room.
Lucy fed Adrian wine with her own hands.
But... on the other hand...
Tyson was still watching the screen. In one CCTV footage, he saw a face – "Mark... Adrian's right hand." He was seen retreating during the shootout.
The coldness in Tyson's eyes intensified. He said to himself, "So Adrian didn't come himself... he just played his move."
He closed his laptop, then picked up his phone and called Romi. As soon as the call was received, Tyson said in a stern tone, "Romi, catch Mark. 'Mark'... I want him alive."
Tyson closed his eyes. Tyson's eyes were closed, but his mind was full of a storm.
He sat with his head resting on the back of his chair, but behind every breath, a strategy was unfolding.
Sometimes silence becomes the loudest noise... and Tyson's silence was now like a premonition of a storm.
On the other side... in the farmhouse, Adrian and Lucy were clinking wine glasses and laughing.
Taking a sip of wine, Adrian said, "This is just the beginning, love. Tyson will slowly fall apart..."
Sitting in his lap, Lucy whispered, "And we will drain all his power..."
Somewhere far away, in a penthouse, Dr. Zenith and Dan were sitting together drinking scotch.
Dan laughed and said, "The Black Diamond deal... it's just a matter of a few weeks now. Tyson thinks he can trust us... but in reality, he is now a key for us."
Dr. Zenith said, "And as soon as the deal is complete, we will end Tyson's game too," saying this, they both laughed loudly.
They didn't know that the director of the story they had scripted was Tyson himself.
Meanwhile, Hana was struggling with herself in the silence of her room. She stood by the balcony window, wearing a soft robe. The sun was setting in the sky, but the dark shadows within Hana were deepening.
Hana said to herself, "Why does my own mother... want to kill me...?"
There was a storm of pain within her. Tears were not falling from her eyes, but her heart was screaming.
That gun from the party... her mother's cold eyes... that moment was still etched in her soul. She needed answers to her questions, but she knew very well that she couldn't get them from anyone but Tyson.
Tyson opened his eyes... his face was completely calm... but his mobile was in his hand. He typed a message on the screen: To: Ryan
"Target Lucy's property. There shouldn't be a single corner left where they feel their strength. The shock should be so great that their laughter stops forever."
Send.
Tyson put down his phone and stood up from his chair.
Now his move was colder and more venomous than before.
The soft golden hues of evening were spreading across the sky,
When Tyson descended from the tall building of his office. His walk was as calm and serious as ever, but today there was a weariness in his eyes... the weariness that only comes after winning a war.
Getting into the car, he started the engine without saying anything. No calls, no messages... just his fingers resting on the steering wheel and one face in his eyes – Hana.
Soon, Tyson reached his mansion. He parked the car and went straight inside. The staff wanted to say something upon seeing him, but his aura was such that everyone remained silent.
He quickly climbed the stairs and reached his room. He went straight to the closet and changed his blood-stained black clothes, putting on a simple white t-shirt and grey trousers. Then he came out.
His eyes scanned every corner of the room – but Hana was not there.
Tyson took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the balcony...
As soon as he opened the door, his gaze fell on Hana, who was sitting with her head resting on the railing. In the dusky evening light, her face looked even more innocent.
Her eyes were closed... perhaps lost in her own confusions, Hana didn't even realize when she fell asleep.
Tyson stood there for a while... just looking at her... like someone silently admiring their most precious possession. Then he slowly walked towards her. He reached out and for a moment brushed a strand of hair from her face... and then gently said, "You are so tangled, that you have tired yourself out..."
He gently lifted her into his arms. Hana's head now rested against Tyson's chest.
His steps were very slow, as if he were carrying something made of wax...
He carried Hana into the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed...
He covered her with a comforter and sat beside her for a while.
There was something different on Tyson's face today... neither the stern face of a mafia boss... nor anger... just a deep concern.
He took Hana's hand in his and said very softly, "I know, you are thinking about a lot... but what you don't know, I will tell you myself... very soon."
He got up, dimmed the lights...