Vic Fuentes 2024 の小説・ストーリー

"We've found something." I grab it, flipping it open. Inside, a personnel file. Military history. Private security contracts. "Vincent Reyes." Rivera taps the photo of a hard-faced man with military-short hair. "Ex-special forces. Currently employed by a private security firm that caters to high-net-worth individuals. His last client is a Claudia Romanov who we believed has history with Marco Valdez.” "And?" "He resigned without notice the day after your wife's plane went down," Calloway says. "Closed his bank accounts. Disconnected his phone. He’s gone off the grid."

He simply smiled for the camera. Daniel, on the other hand, was still missing. “Elena,” I said as I read the alert. “They got Victor. He’s going down for racketeering, fraud, obstruction, and human rights violations.” She didn’t cheer. She just closed her eyes. “One monster down,” she murmured. “One to go.” Daniel The jungle air was thick. His shirt clung to him. A false passport, a briefcase of crypto hardware wallets, and a single burner phone were all he had left.

( Alessa) The revelation broke at 6:47 a.m. Not through Victor’s system. Not through another anonymous source. It came from a respected medical ethics journalist who had obtained sealed records from a private facility in Switzerland. The headline was clinical, devastating, and impossible to ignore: “Victor Salazar’s Long-History of Paranoid Delusional Disorder: Medical Records Raise Questions About Credibility of Recent Claims Against Reyes Holdings.”

Chapter 18 Sleep didn’t come easily. The safe house was quiet—too quiet. Every small sound seemed louder than usual. The faint hum of electricity. The rustle of trees outside. The occasional creak of the wooden floor. My mind refused to shut down. Victor. The CFO of Montefalco Holdings. An insider helping the people hunting Sebastian. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. If someone that powerful was involved, then this wasn’t just about Donn’s debt anymore.

she added at the end and held her breath waiting for Donnie to take the bait. The terrified, soiled man didn’t make her wait long before he started spitting and sputtering around the blood still pooling in his mouth, “please Vic, you can’t do this, you’re a Bura you should understand what’s at stake,” he spit around the pathetic pile of emotions flowing from his face in the form of large tears and snot streaming down his cheeks. Vic crossed her arms over her chest and postured her strong body in a show of indifferent intimidation, “if you really felt that I was the sort of Bura you could trust why didn’t you come to me Donnie, when Phil started siphoning money before dad died or when he star

the man blurted and tilted his body backwards as he feared what Luciano might do to him with the knife. Luciano was taken aback by the revelation. "Don Fenyo?" Fenyo Valdez is the head of the Valdez cartel in Mexico, he and Gustavo had never crossed paths before. So how the fuck did he know about their shipments? And why did he sabotage it, what's his fucking deal?

He inserted the flash drive into his laptop. The screen flickered. A single video file appeared. Elyra held her breath as Zevarion clicked play. The video opened with a blurry image of a dimly lit room. Then the camera adjusted. And a familiar figure appeared on the screen. Elyra’s eyes widened. “Wait… that’s—” She stopped speaking. Because the man in the video was unmistakable. Victor Fernandez Vale. But what shocked them both wasn’t just his presence. It was what he was saying.

The PI had been working all day, gathering intel on Victor’s activities. I quickly unlocked the screen. PI UPDATE: Subject: Victor Garcia We’ve tapped into encrypted chats. The file came through clean. We’ve identified Victor’s codename. It is Ferrum. Victor was seen receiving a call today. The call was brief, no names, just numbers. After the call, he deleted a file from a flash drive. We managed to recover the data from it. More to follow.

"I'm Valeria Montecillo, daughter of Celeste Montecillo. I have proof of corruption in MonteTech. I have proof of illegal smuggling of tech, murder… terror." A sudden silence. An agent stepped forward. "You're requesting witness protection?" She nodded her head. She pulled out a flash drive with blood on it—the last copy from the vault. "I'm calling for action. I want Sebastian Virelli found. And when you do…" Her voice broke like thunder. "You bury him." INT. KC'S OFFICE — LATE NIGHT Files littered his desk—photos, court reports, digital forensic maps. Kc hadn't slept in two days. His stubble had become a beard, his eyes bloodshot, but fire still burned in them.

"Some. I mapped their backup locations. Confirmed Morrison's information. Three copies. All heavily encrypted. All impossible to destroy remotely without the failsafe code Colt mentioned." "Then we focus on finding Victor. Where would he go? Who would he trust? What connections does he have that we can trace?" Colt spoke up. "He has a contact. In Canada. Woman named Elena Volkov. Russian mafia connection. He used her services before. Safe houses. False identities. Movement across borders." "Can we reach her?" "Maybe. If she is willing to talk to us. If Victor has not already paid her to stay silent." Colt pulled out his phone. "I have her number. From years ago. No guarantee it still works."