The night air outside Jing City was thick with humidity and silence—too quiet, too calm.
Aira Ke crouched behind the overgrown hedges flanking the rear wall of Zhou Renwei's private estate, heart thudding in her chest like a war drum. Moonlight spilled over the sleek concrete perimeter fencing, illuminating the electric wires coiled like vipers on top.
Next to her, Kian Lei Raizhen adjusted the matte-black duffel bag on his back, face hidden beneath a black tactical hood. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter through thermal binoculars.
"Two guards at the northwest watchtower. One near the generator shed. No drones overhead for now," he murmured.
Aira nodded. "Window of opportunity: fifteen minutes."
Behind them, a third figure crouched low—Liling Zhang. Though her hands trembled and fear still danced in her eyes, there was something steely in her voice when she whispered, "Once we're in, the surveillance room is on the lower ground floor, left wing. Blueprints I memorized say there's a hidden server beneath it."
"Good," Kian said. "That's what we need. The black archive."
Aira's mouth was dry. She knew this was it—the moment everything they'd suffered for would either count or collapse.
They weren't just breaking into a criminal's home.
They were breaking into the lion's den of China's most corrupt magnate.
Zhou Renwei.
The man who had built his empire on bribery, surveillance, and blood. The man who had once tried to have Aira eliminated for digging too deep. The man who controlled LongHe International from the shadows.
And tonight, they were coming for his secrets.
Aira took a steadying breath.
"Let's move."
—
Minutes later, they were in.
The breach had been calculated with ruthless precision. Kian had killed power to a section of the fence near the garden with a timed EMP blast. They climbed over using a rope ladder, dropped into the shadows, and slipped through the manicured hedges like ghosts.
Inside the grounds, the estate loomed like a sleeping dragon—massive, elegant, and dangerous.
Liling led them down a maintenance path, ducking behind a marble fountain and circling toward a concealed service entrance. She keyed in a code on a keypad, fingers flying.
It worked.
The door slid open with a hiss.
They entered.
—
The interior was colder than Aira expected—sterile, white, like the lobby of a private hospital. Dim LED panels buzzed overhead as they crept down the hallway, their footsteps silent on polished floors.
Aira's thoughts flickered to the last time she had infiltrated a high-risk building. Then, it had been alone—camera hidden, audio recording on, heart in her throat.
Now, it was different.
Now, she had Kian beside her.
And Liling behind her.
It made her stronger.
More dangerous.
They reached the surveillance control room in less than four minutes.
Two guards.
Kian took them down silently—one with a chokehold, the other with a stun baton. Aira caught the second's body before it hit the floor.
Inside, she moved fast—planted malware into the main terminal, yanked out the data cables, and looped the cameras on a thirty-second delay.
"We've got ten minutes tops before someone notices the feedback loop," she muttered.
Kian was already at the panel behind the wall-mounted monitors. He popped the cover open to reveal a hidden panel.
Liling stepped in, punching another code.
A latch clicked.
The panel slid aside, revealing a narrow steel staircase descending into darkness.
Aira grabbed a flashlight and nodded.
"Down we go."
—
The black archive was exactly what the rumors had suggested—an underground vault, sealed behind biometric locks and guarded by a server cluster that pulsed with blue light.
Aira stared at the rows of encrypted hard drives, each one labeled with a code, each humming quietly like they were alive.
"This is it," she whispered.
Liling went to work on the server terminal. Her fingers danced over the keys, bypassing security layers like a pianist cracking open a symphony.
"We're in," she breathed. "These files... they're evidence. Offshore accounts. Recorded calls. Bribery logs. Even surveillance footage of high-ranking officials."
Aira's hands curled into fists. "Exactly what we need to destroy Zhou."
"Copy everything," Kian ordered.
They inserted multiple data sticks, siphoning files by the second.
But time was ticking.
Upstairs, a siren suddenly blared—shrill, angry, and unmistakable.
"Damn," Kian growled. "Someone noticed the loop."
Footsteps thundered above.
"We're out of time," Aira hissed. "Grab what you can and go!"
Liling snatched the primary drive and bolted up the stairs.
Kian stayed just long enough to light a timed incendiary charge.
Aira stared at him. "You're blowing the vault?"
He met her eyes. "If we leave it intact, Zhou can spin it. Burn the originals, leak the truth, and he loses control."
She nodded.
"Let's go."
They sprinted after Liling, smoke curling behind them.
—
Back in the hallway, the air had turned to chaos.
Zhou's men were swarming—tactical units in black gear, shouting orders and raising weapons.
Kian tossed a flashbang into the corridor and dragged Aira behind a column.
The explosion bought them three seconds.
They ducked into a side wing, slammed a door shut, and used a fire escape route Liling had marked on the blueprint.
On the second floor, they spotted her again—kneeling by a glass balcony, cornered by two guards.
Without hesitation, Aira drew the compact pistol from her boot—something Kian had insisted she carry.
Two shots.
Both guards dropped.
Liling looked up, wide-eyed, but said nothing as Aira pulled her to her feet.
Together, the trio climbed over the balcony, dropped onto the roof of a parked armored vehicle, and sprinted into the cover of the trees.
Bullets chased them. Orders screamed.
But they didn't stop.
Not until they hit the fence again—this time under fire.
Kian pulled out another EMP.
"Three seconds," he snapped.
Aira boosted Liling over the wire just as the EMP went off.
Sparks danced like fireflies.
They jumped.
Rolled.
Ran.
Into the night.
—
An hour later, they regrouped at another safehouse—this one even more remote than the last. A ramshackle villa on the city's outskirts, hidden in the hills and reachable only by dirt trail.
Inside, the atmosphere was electric.
Liling transferred the stolen files onto a secure offline system, decrypting and indexing them.
Kian paced, a storm of motion.
Aira stood before the monitor, watching in silence as a series of names appeared on screen.
Government officials.
Business tycoons.
International lobbyists.
All tied to Zhou Renwei.
All dirty.
Liling clicked on a folder labeled: "LongHe\_Intl\_Bribes\_Recordings."
Inside: hours of audio footage, including one particularly damning conversation between Zhou and an overseas senator regarding illegal construction projects.
"This… this is enough," Aira breathed. "We could bring down half of LongHe's global board."
"Not just LongHe," Kian said, voice dark. "This could set off a chain reaction. Markets. Media. Military contracts."
Aira met his gaze.
"And Zhou?"
Kian's eyes were like steel. "We leak this, he loses everything."
"But he'll come for us first," Liling warned quietly. "You saw the lookouts. He's not playing games anymore."
Aira exhaled. "We never were."
—
As dawn broke over Jing City, casting a pale light across the sleeping skyline, Aira Ke prepared for war.
She wasn't a soldier.
She wasn't even a hacker.
She was a journalist.
But now, with the truth burning on a drive and a corrupt empire about to fall, she realized something with absolute clarity.
She had become something else entirely.
A force.
A reckoning.
Kian approached her, his usual stoicism tinged with something deeper—concern, perhaps. Affection. She couldn't be sure.
"We'll upload the files to five international whistleblower networks," he said. "Then send encrypted copies to media channels. Once it's out... there's no turning back."
Aira nodded.
"Good."
Her hand brushed his as she stepped past him, gaze locked on the horizon.
"Let's end this."
Because now, there was no more running.
Only revolution.
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