Chapter 84 Structural Lockdowns
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The report had explicitly cited Eugene’s name, causing Ethan’s features to instantly harden into stone.
So she witnessed Brett’s abduction in the middle of the commercial district?!
What an absolute, reckless lunatic!
Ethan’s expression turned incredibly dark.
He flicked his wrist to check his tactical timepiece.
The glowing digital face read exactly nine in the evening.
Exactly two full hours had elapsed since Isabella had broken cover near the intersection.
Two hours in the fiel was more than enough time for a cartel to execute their targets and bury the bodies in the forest!
He cursed violently under his breath.
Steeling his focus, Ethan barked at Eugene, “I want every single scrap of intelligence you possess on this screen right now.
“Furthermore, do you have a primary suspect on your ledger? A rival enterprise, an executive syndicate…”
Before his query could clear the air, Eugene’s secure terminal suddenly erupted into a high–pitched ring.
In a fraction of a millisecond, every handler in the room went completely hot, hands dropping to their holsters.
A cyber specialist traced the line and threw Ethan an immediate signal.
The transmission was originating from the cartel leader’s secure handset.
Ethan threw Eugene a sharp, authoritative nod to authorize the connection.
Eugene took a slow, ragged breath and swiped the green icon to accept the call.
“What do you want?!”
He spat out through his teeth, “According to our agreed timeline, the check–in window isn’t for another hour.
“You gave me your word I’d have a full window to clear the offshore capital, I-”
Before his corporate threat could land, Brett’s hyper–excited voice cut straight through the speaker.
“Eugene! It’s me!
“We completely broke their line! We’re safe!”
12:37 pm PTM
Chapter 84 Structural Lockdowns
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Hearing his brother’s voice clear the net. Eugene’s features froze in absolute, unadulterated bewilderment.
Before he could even process the shock, Isabella’s calm voice cut through the line, stating, “Mr. Carter, the threat environment inside the primary structure is fully neutralized.
“The cartel personnel are currently securely locked down, but…”
Isabella systematically rattled off the exact logistics and parameters of the remaining forces before adding, “Mr. Carter, go ahead and mobilize a tactical response team to clean up these coordinates.
“Exactly three active shooters remain in the grid–two are holding the bottleneck at the village throat, while the final operator is monitoring the civilian structures.
“But don’t sweat the locals; I’ve already established a hard perimeter of countermeasure traps to shield them.”
As her flat breakdown cleared the line, Eugene’s analytical faculties completely short–circuited.
His pupils vibrated with profound shock as he stammered into the receiver, “Isabella? Are you and Brett seriously unharmed?
“How the h*ll did you two…”
Eugene’s features were entirely blank, his mind locked in a total daze.
The realization that two teenage kids were calling from the center of a cartel stronghold completely shattered his comprehension.
This… this shouldn’t be humanly possible!
Across the desk, the tactical police commanders monitoring the wire tap sat equally frozen, staring blankly at their screens.
Stripping the handset straight from Eugene’s fingers, Ethan brought the receiver to his ear and barked with military gravity, “Isabella Powell?”
The second his deep voice cleared the speaker, Isabella’s acute tracking identified the frequency instantly, replying, “Confirmed, Ethan.”
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Hearing her flat, unbothered acknowledgement, the armored commander went momentarily rigid himself.
Letting out a slow, massive breath of relief, he pressed, “Give me your exact geographic coordinates right
now.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Isabella systematically rattled off a flawless set of tracking coordinates and terrain markers.
Securing the objective layout, Ethan let out a deep, heavy grunt of satisfaction and replied, “Understood.
“My strike team is rolling out to your position this exact second.”
Snapping his terminal shut, he spun toward his elite tactical squad and ordered sharply, “Move out!”
12:37 pm PTM
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The heavily armed convoy jetted out of the compound, racing toward the remote village coordinates.
Meanwhile, inside the concrete room, Isabella severed the connection and locked her eyes onto Brett. “You’re gonna slip into a secure blind spot right now. Don’t make a single sound, don’t move an inch, and ignore any voice that approaches this door unless it belongs to me or Eugene.”
Pausing for a split second, she knit her brows slightly before dropping her voice to a dangerous whisper, “Actually, scratch that–don’t trust a single human soul out there unless you hear my exact voice.
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