Chapter 1218:
Brad acted without a moment’s delay — falsifying internal security protocols, overwhelming their network with traffic, and cutting off their repair channels directly at the source.
30… 29… The countdown raced on.
Phil kept his eyes locked on the primary path monitor, the veins along his temples bulging with concentration. “Pressure on the pathway is climbing — they’re switching on backup verification nodes!” he warned.
“Hold your positions,” Rylie said, her calm, steady voice cutting through the chaos and pulling everyone back into alignment. She redirected a portion of the island’s computing resources, generating multiple waves of false attack points designed to scatter and overwhelm the enemy’s focus.
10… 9… 8…
𝘚𝘩𝘢𝗋e уо𝗎𝘳 t𝘩о𝗎𝗴𝗁𝘵ѕ 𝗼𝘯 𝗴𝖺lո𝘰𝗏𝘦𝗹s.𝗰o𝘮
The timer slipped into its final seconds, each number landing harder than the last. The atmosphere inside the control room went completely still, heavy with silence and anticipation.
Felix’s fingers trembled slightly, yet he held them steady against the launch button.
Three… two… one…
“Fire!” Rylie shouted.
At nearly the same moment, Felix slammed the button down.
Far beneath the island, hidden inside a secret launch chamber, the single dark-toned missile Rylie had personally designed ignited, spilling a haunting trail of blue flame as it powered to life. It thundered awake, burst free of its enclosure, tore through the island’s protective barrier, and shot upward into the sky with unstoppable force.
Felix stared at the missile’s unusual structure, his face filled with unmistakable shock and admiration. His sister truly was a master when it came to explosives.
The missile surged upward at a nearly vertical angle, slicing through the atmosphere at incredible speed before smoothly shifting direction and gliding along a carefully programmed, highly classified route toward its distant target. On the monitor, the launch system lit up and locked instantly onto the precise coordinates of Ares Global’s central headquarters compound. A countdown timer appeared, each second slipping away with harsh, unforgiving precision.
The one-minute access window sealed shut the moment the missile disappeared entirely from tracking systems. The Indoria Federation’s top-tier security alarm screamed to life, yet the intrusion route had already vanished without leaving the faintest trace, as though it had never existed at all.
Phil and his team wiped away every shred of digital evidence before pulling back from the system. They dropped heavily into their chairs, faces drained of color yet glowing with the mingled exhaustion and thrill of having pulled off something nearly impossible. Rylie and Brad looked at each other briefly, both releasing long, relieved breaths. Playing defense had been every bit as nerve-wracking and demanding as launching the attack itself.
What came next was a short but agonizing wait.
No one spoke. Every eye was fixed on another monitor displaying the missile’s flight path in real time. Even Kendrick, who had spent the entire night awake beside Rylie, remained quietly seated in the corner, patiently awaiting the final result.
Twenty minutes later, the glowing marker representing Ares Global’s headquarters on the map was suddenly swallowed by a fierce red burst — a devastating explosion rendered in silence on the screen.
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