The world watched in silence as Nigeria's power reached new heights. Michael Ogunlade had orchestrated his empire's rise with masterful precision. Yet, beneath the polished veneer of diplomacy, there were always those who sought to challenge him — those who believed they could outwit or overpower him.
But they were wrong.
The West, in their arrogance, had thrown their punches. They had attempted to fracture his empire, questioned his legitimacy, and financed chaos within his borders. They were foolish to believe they could escape his reach.
Now it was time for them to pay.
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Washington, D.C. – The Blackout
It started on a quiet Thursday morning. The power grids in Washington, D.C. went dark. Not a flicker, not a spark, just an eerie, complete blackout.
The White House went into lockdown. The Capitol was swarming with police.
Emergency responders raced through the streets, but there was nothing to fight. No fires. No broken lines.
Just complete silence.
A few hours later, the source of the blackout was revealed: Nigerian hackers had infiltrated the power grid's core, triggering a nationwide blackout.
But that was just the beginning.
As the power grid reboots, a chilling message appeared on every screen, TV, and news outlet across the United States. It was Michael's voice, calm and unsettling:
> "You wanted a war. Now, you'll have one. A war not of armies or missiles, but one of information, influence, and consequence. Your people will feel the burn of your arrogance."
A list of names appeared on the screen — key political figures, CIA operatives, globalist bankers — the faces of the men and women who had financed Michael's enemies.
They didn't know it yet, but Michael had already arranged their fall. He had friends within the deepest corners of American society. And they had paid dearly to remain there.
Within hours, leaked documents surfaced showing these figures were embroiled in corruption, human trafficking, and murderous schemes. Hundreds of thousands of copies of the damning files flooded social media, private servers, and email inboxes.
The public's faith in their leaders crumbled. Protests erupted. Politicians scrambled to hold onto their jobs, but the damage had been done.
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London – The Financial Reign of Terror
Across the Atlantic, in the heart of the City of London, Michael unleashed a different kind of destruction.
Global markets froze. The London Stock Exchange was hit with an unprecedented cyberattack.
The Nigerian-controlled "Black Gold" syndicate had infiltrated Western financial markets over the years, laying the foundation for this precise moment.
Now, every major bank, every hedge fund, and every brokerage firm with ties to Western elites was exposed.
There were billions of dollars tied up in Nigerian intelligence front companies — and now, they were all moving to Nigerian-controlled accounts.
But Michael's revenge wasn't just financial. It was personal.
An anonymous group, calling themselves the "Wolves of the Empire," began releasing compromising recordings and photos of the British elite. Scandals involving child exploitation, blackmail, drug running, and financial corruption flooded every corner of the internet.
Even the royal family's connection to corrupt offshore accounts was dragged into the light.
London had always thought itself untouchable. They were wrong.
The British government, humiliated and divided, scrambled to negotiate with Nigeria. The message from Michael's agents was clear:
"You've destroyed enough nations. Your empire ends today."
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Paris – The Fall of the French Bastion
Paris had once been the shining beacon of European diplomacy. Its influence extended throughout Africa, especially in the former French colonies.
But now, even the City of Lights would fall under Michael's thumb.
An anonymous shipment arrived in Paris, directed to a seemingly innocent charity organization operating in the Sahel. Inside were French military uniforms — exact replicas of those worn by French commandos stationed in Africa. Along with the uniforms were weapons caches, tied to nefarious organizations funded by unnamed interests.
The French government couldn't ignore it. The pressure to intervene in Africa mounted — but when they did, everything fell apart.
A Nigerian-backed insurgency sprang to life in Mali, Niger, and Chad, coordinated by the same cell that had orchestrated the "charity" operation. The French military was stretched thin, and even the most hardened officers knew they had been outplayed.
While France was distracted with its Africa-bound commitments, Nigeria's influence in the European Union grew. The head of France's intelligence service suddenly resigned, his scandals surfacing in public — his ties to illicit arms deals with the West African elites exposed for all to see.
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Tel Aviv – The Israeli Dilemma
By now, even Israel, the one nation that had worked so closely with Michael, had become an obstacle.
Israel's intelligence apparatus was powerful, but in recent months, they had grown paranoid, watching Michael's rise with increasing suspicion. Some within the Israeli government feared that Michael had been manipulating them all along.
The Mossad secretly began a covert operation to track Michael's every move — a fatal mistake.
A botched assassination attempt was launched in Abuja — one of many orchestrated by rogue elements within Israeli intelligence. It failed miserably. Michael had known the attack was coming. His network had already infiltrated Mossad agents within their own ranks.
The retaliation was swift and brutal.
A leaked Mossad operation meant to destabilize a Middle Eastern government surfaced in the global press — not only discrediting Israel but humiliating their intelligence network. Key Israeli officials were caught in their own web of deception.
Michael's message to Israel was simple: "I made you. I can destroy you."
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Abuja – The Devil's Throne
Back in Nigeria, Michael sat in his office, sipping his tea, a small, satisfied smile curling at the corners of his lips.
His empire had already shattered the West.
They thought they could subdue him with sanctions, isolation, and intrigue. They thought they could weaken his resolve with their so-called "rules of engagement."
But what they didn't understand was simple:
Michael Ogunlade played by no one's rules but his own.
His fingers hovered over a red button.
"Let them bleed," he whispered.
The final act was in motion. The West's reckoning had begun, and no one would be spared.
Michael's empire was untouchable.
And the world would soon know it.