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Chapter 753: Meanwhile, in Wront, the sun had yet to set. A sleek black car pulled slowly into the driveway of Elysium Apartments. Chris stepped out and locked the door, his eyes naturally drawn upward to the kitchen window of his apartment. Through the warm glow of the glass, he spotted a familiar figure moving gracefully inside - Maia was busy preparing dinner. Warmth spread across his features, and his chest felt lighter at the peaceful sight. Eager not to keep her waiting any longer, he quickened his pace toward the building entrance.

Just as he reached the front doors, his phone erupted with a violent buzz against his leg. The screen flashed Maxwell's name insistently. "What is it?" Chris answered. "We've got a problem, Mr. Cooper! Kolton's crew is on the move with their cargo right now," Maxwell's voice crackled with urgency through the speaker. "That slippery bastard Kolton was three steps ahead of us the whole time.

Turns out they've been hiding another massive cargo vessel with identical specifications!" "No port entry records exist for the cargo ship Kolton prepared in advance," Maxwell said, his voice carrying unusual weight. "They'll finish transferring all cargo to the new vessel within the hour." "When I arrived, I discovered they had stripped out every piece of network equipment from the backup cargo ship.

Kolton ditched the navigation system completely to prevent any hacking attempts." Maxwell hesitated before adding, "Does he seriously plan to navigate the open ocean with just stars and a compass?" "Possible, sure, but incredibly inefficient. There's no way he'll make the delivery deadline like that." Chris squinted as realization dawned. "Wait. Kolton's not that reckless. He must have pilot boats arranged to guide the cargo ship." Discover new books gαℓησνℓs․com Kolton's strategy targeted one thing: protecting the second cargo ship's propulsion system.

Keeping those engine units safe from digital intrusion was his priority. Navigation could rely on disposable support vessels. If hackers compromised one, another would simply take its place. "Clever bastard. Kolton's got more tricks than we thought!" Maxwell clenched his jaw. "What's our next move? We can't just sit here watching. Should we bomb the harbor?" Chris's gaze drifted to the upstairs window where warm light still glowed. His chest tightened with longing. Right there at his doorstep, Maia was cooking dinner for him. Tonight should have been theirs - quiet, gentle, perfect.

Instead, he hadn't even managed a proper conversation with her. Still, with stakes this high, he had to deal with the issue right away. "Tonight we execute the ship hijacking," Chris commanded without hesitation. Meanwhile, at Class One of Wront University's elite preparatory program, Melanie slumped over her desk as evening shadows lengthened across the classroom. Crimson sunlight filtered through the windows, painting everything in shades of frustration that matched her mood perfectly. Her notebook lay open but untouched.

The blank pages seemed to mock her inability to concentrate on anything meaningful. She wanted to talk to Ethan, but finding the right words felt hopeless. Their messy situation was school-wide gossip now. Everyone could see how things had soured between them, which only made everything more complicated. . . .