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Chapter 1: The Syndicate Strikes Back
The 20 million euros they stole wasn't just a financial loss for the Varela Syndicate—it was an insult. And dangerous people don't take insults lightly.
Ramim knew they would retaliate, but the key to winning wasn't just predicting their move—it was controlling it.
Sure enough, less than 24 hours later, the Syndicate made its first move.
Anik was the first to notice it. "We're being followed," he whispered as the four of them walked through a crowded London street.
Ramim smirked. "Good. That means they're taking us seriously."
Riddhayan adjusted his glasses, thinking. "They won't attack in public. Too risky. They'll try to isolate us first."
Saptoparno, being Saptoparno, immediately turned around and waved at the black SUV tailing them. "Hey, you guys need directions?"
"IDIOT!" Ramim hissed, grabbing him and pulling him into a nearby alley.
The SUV sped up. Four men in black suits stepped out. Guns. No hesitation.
"RUN!" Ramim shouted.
They sprinted through the alley, dodging trash bins and jumping over fences. Riddhayan was already calculating the best escape route in his head. "Left at the intersection, then up the fire escape!"
They followed his lead, but as they climbed, bullets whizzed past them.
Anik, ever the helpful one, grabbed Saptoparno—who was struggling—and practically carried him up the ladder.
Reaching the rooftop, Ramim turned to the others. "We need to make a statement. They think we're just kids. Let's change that."
He pulled out a burner phone, dialed a number, and waited.
"Who the hell is this?" a deep, menacing voice answered.
Ramim grinned. "The guy who just robbed you. And the guy who's about to destroy you."
Silence. Then a chuckle. "You've got guts, kid. But you just signed your own death warrant."
"Did I?" Ramim taunted. "Or did I just bait you into a trap?"
Before the voice could respond, Ramim hung up.
"Time for Phase Two," he said, turning to his friends.
Saptoparno grinned. "I love it when you say that."
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Chapter 2: The Illusion of Chaos
Ramim's plan wasn't about brute force. It was about making the Syndicate feel like they were losing control.
Step one was done: provoke them. Step two? Make them paranoid.
Using the stolen 20 million, Riddhayan transferred small amounts into random offshore accounts, making it look like an inside job. The Syndicate would start suspecting their own men.
Meanwhile, Anik used his charm and connections to spread whispers in the underground world—rumors that a rival group was planning to take over the Syndicate's territory.
And then, there was Saptoparno.
"Alright, what's my job?" he asked excitedly.
Ramim sighed. "Create chaos."
"You mean, like… break stuff?"
"Use your imagination."
Within hours, Saptoparno had somehow managed to start a massive street fight between two gangs, fake a police raid on a Syndicate warehouse, and even convince a news reporter that the Syndicate was collapsing from the inside.
By nightfall, London's underworld was on fire.
And the Syndicate? They had no idea what hit them.
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Chapter 3: The First Extraction Attempt
Amidst the chaos, they finally got a lead on Koustav.
Riddhayan hacked into the Syndicate's encrypted messages. "They're moving him to a new location. A private airstrip outside the city."
Ramim's eyes darkened. "That's our chance."
They geared up. Nothing fancy—just disguises, fake IDs, and a carefully planned strategy.
The airstrip was heavily guarded, but the Syndicate wasn't expecting four teenagers to infiltrate their ranks.
Posing as low-level smugglers, they walked right in.
Everything was going smoothly—until they spotted Koustav.
He was inside a black SUV, guarded by six men.
Ramim turned to Riddhayan. "Can you disable the car?"
Riddhayan nodded. "Give me two minutes."
Anik, always the diplomat, tried a different approach. He casually walked up to one of the guards. "Hey, I think the boss wants you inside."
The guard frowned. "What boss?"
"Uh… the one who pays you?"
Before the guard could react, Saptoparno came flying out of nowhere, tackling him.
Ramim groaned. "That was not the plan."
The commotion drew attention. More guards started rushing toward them.
Riddhayan muttered, "Forget two minutes—I need two seconds!"
He pressed a button on his phone, and the SUV's engine died.
"GO!" Ramim shouted.
They sprinted toward the car, but just as they reached Koustav—gunfire erupted.
Anik shielded Koustav while Riddhayan tried to restart the engine remotely.
Saptoparno, meanwhile, picked up a gun from a fallen guard and—accidentally—shot out one of the tires.
"WHO GAVE HIM A GUN?!" Ramim yelled.
The mission was falling apart. They needed an escape plan—fast.
Then, out of nowhere, headlights flooded the airstrip.
A convoy of black cars pulled up. Men in suits stepped out.
And leading them… was Luca Moretti himself.
"You kids are really starting to piss me off," he said, lighting a cigar.
Ramim smirked. "Good. That means we're winning."
Luca chuckled. "You think you're smart. But you made one mistake—you came here thinking you were in control."
He snapped his fingers.
And suddenly, dozens of guns were pointed at them.
The tables had turned.
Or had they?
(TO BE CONTINUED…)
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