Chương 75 - Checkmate in Zug
Damian raised his polished leather boot and kicked the heavy mahogany doors of the master study wide open with a resounding crash that echoed through the luxurious villa.
Dmitri Rostov sat behind a massive glass executive desk, surrounded by glowing monitors displaying cascading lines of financial code and foundation server logs. He turned around in his ergonomic leather chair, his face turning the color of ash when he saw Damian Vance standing in his doorway, flanked by the towering, formidable presence of Viktor.
"Damian..." Rostov stammered, his hands hovering nervously over his keyboard. "How... how did you find this place? The encryption was foolproof!"
"Nothing is foolproof when you threaten my family, Dmitri," Damian said coldly, walking slowly across the room until he stood directly in front of the glass desk. He placed both hands on the surface, leaning in close so Rostov could see the absolute, frozen fury in his eyes.
Rostov attempted to reach for a concealed panic button beneath the desk, but Viktor was faster. With a blur of motion, Viktor slammed his massive hand down onto Rostov’s wrist, pinning it to the wood with bone-crushing force, while simultaneously sweeping the desk chair backward. Rostov tumbled out of his seat, crashing hard against the marble floor.
Marcus walked into the study a moment later, carrying his tactical laptop. He plugged a heavy interface cable directly into Rostov’s master server rack.
"Executing the asset recovery script now," Marcus announced calmly.
On Rostov’s own monitors, lines of code began rewriting themselves automatically. All the stolen funds, hidden offshore accounts, and illegal cryptocurrency reserves that Rostov had accumulated were systematically drained from his secret tax havens and legally transferred back into the Vance-Gomez Foundation's permanent endowment accounts, backed by international anti-money laundering warrants pre-signed by cooperative magistrates.
Rostov stared at the screens in utter devastation, realizing that his entire financial empire had been completely dismantled in less than five minutes.
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"You're ruined, Dmitri," Damian said, standing upright and adjusting his suit jacket. "The Swiss federal police are currently downstairs securing the villa. You'll spend the rest of your natural days reflecting on the foolishness of playing war with men who protect what they love."
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