Getting A System In A Modern World

Silas settled into the driver's seat of his sleek, armored car, his expression as cold as steel.

His fingers gripped the steering wheel with barely restrained anger, his jaw tight as his mind churned with thoughts of retribution. Continue your story on M-V-L

"Luna, bring up every single piece of information you can get on that person. Everything," he commanded, his voice low but dripping with menace.

{Yes, master.}

The car's engine roared to life as Silas pulled out of the compound, heading toward his underground facility.

It had been weeks since he'd last visited the facility, but now, more than ever, he needed the cutting-edge resources housed there.

If he was going to dismantle the web of power and corruption that dared to harm Chloe and her family, he needed to operate at full capacity.

It has also been a long time coming for the organization and its members. Silas' has been wanting to dismantle and destroy them for a very big time and now he has more than enough reason.

After the completion of the underground facility, it has become Silas' base of operations in Venezuela. For Silas, it now serves as a center for research, development, and strategy.

While Silas relied heavily on the simulated research world to test and refine his ideas and projects, the facility was where those ideas were first brought to life in the real world.

From revolutionary technologies to advanced weaponry, it was all created here before being distributed to the public—or used for his own purposes.

As the car drove along the winding roads, Silas's thoughts shifted to the Black Hand organization.

It wasn't just a single entity. With Luna's and President's Yusmaorobis' help, he had confirmed that it was a coalition of powerful forces: corporate overlords, rogue government officials, intelligence operatives, and shadowy figures who thrived in the underbelly of the world's elite.

Together, they formed the Black Hand, a clandestine organization with its roots buried deep in global power structures.

Silas knew that the Black Hand doesn't operate on whims or personal vendettas—they had objectives.

Control. Dominance. Profit at any cost. And for them, Chloe and her family were simply collateral damage in a much larger game. And Silas was determined to turn their own game against them.

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"Luna, so far, in the past two years, we have investigated the Black Hand organization and we already have every possible information we can on them. Do we have profiles on the major players within the Black Hand?"

{Yes, master. The organization's hierarchy has been mapped. At the core of the organization, is a group caller the Dark Council. Members are the top heads of governments, financial moguls, CEOs and board members of some of the world's most influential corporations.

Below them are other equally high-ranking government officials and intelligence operatives, many of whom leverage their positions in the organization to shield themselves from scrutiny. It can be said that they are above the law.

Additionally, there are independent contractors. Mercenaries, hackers, and spies, who carry out their dirty work. Though these aren't official members of the organization, they are still very much important to the organization. Example is Vargas.}

Silas nodded, his mind already formulating a strategy. These people weren't just rich and powerful; they were untouchable in the eyes of the public.

They controlled industries, shaped policies, and dictated the flow of information. But what they didn't understand was that they were up against someone who thrived in the shadows.

Someone who had no qualms about dismantling their carefully constructed world piece by piece.

{I know you already know this but let me say it. The organization is intertwined heavily with the operations of the world.

Not talking about the countries, the companies dominate industries such as energy, technology, pharmaceuticals, and defense. Their stock market influence alone is enough to cause global ripples if disrupted.}

A cold smile crept across Silas's face. "Good. If they want to play with fire, I'll make sure they burn."

As Silas continued driving, Luna's voice interrupted his thoughts. {I have compiled extensive dossiers on all Black Hand-affiliated companies and their key investors. Would you like to review them now?}

"Yes, send them to the Gear," Silas replied.

Silas quickly went through the information and a very cold smile crept onto his face, as an idea formulated in his head.

"Luna, purchase every available voting share of each company on that list. Offer even doubleo or more than the premium price to tempt even their most loyal investors. I want controlling stakes wherever possible, and I want it done by the end of the day," Silas ordered.

{Understood, master.}

Silas's grin widened. The beauty of this strategy was its simplicity. By gaining a significant stake in these corporations, he could destabilize them from within.

Once he had enough influence, he would dump the shares, causing their stock values to plummet and wiping out billions in assets overnight. It wouldn't just be financial ruin—it would be a message. No one was untouchable.

He already own shares of some of these companies but it was all of them. These time, Silas wants to make sure that he has all of them in his grasp.

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Silas wasn't content with just attacking their finances. The Black Hand's influence extended far beyond money—it was woven into the fabric of global infrastructure.

To truly dismantle them, he needed to target their supply chains, communication networks, and logistical hubs.

"Luna, identify all supply chains connected to Black Hand-affiliated companies. Pinpoint their vulnerabilities—distribution centers, shipping routes, warehouses.

I want options for disrupting them without causing widespread collateral damage," Silas said.

{The information will be compiled immediately.}

Silas tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his mind racing. Disrupting supply chains wouldn't just hurt the corporations, it would send shockwaves through their allies and partners, isolating them further. Every move he made would tighten the noose around their necks.

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As Silas approached the facility, he considered the broader implications of the Black Hand's reach.

His earlier analysis had revealed that the organization wasn't just involved in corporate and government corruption.

They had ties to rogue intelligence agencies, paramilitary groups, and even criminal syndicates. These connections gave them a level of power that transcended borders.

And with their ongoing plan to disrupt the world and reap profits by rebuilding it from ashes.

He pulled into the hidden entrance of the underground facility. The rocky landscape parted as a metallic gateway slid open, revealing a sleek, high-tech corridor.

Silas drove inside, parking his car in the designated bay. As he stepped out, the facility came to life. Holographic screens lit up, displaying updates from Luna.

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Inside the facility, in the central control room was a hive of activity, with data streaming across multiple displays.

Silas approached a massive holographic screen in the center of the room. He began reviewing the information Luna had compiled.

Every aspect of the Black Hand's operations was laid bare: their financials, personnel, assets, and weak points.

"Luna, let's move to the next phase," Silas said. "Leak sensitive information about their war plans to the media. Frame it as insider intelligence. I want the world to know what they're planning."

{Understood. The leaks will be disseminated through secure channels.}

"And start a campaign against their allies," Silas added. "Spread dissent within their ranks. Use proxies to make them paranoid. I want them to feel like they're surrounded by enemies."

{Consider it done.}

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Silas leaned back, his eyes scanning the data before him. The Black Hand was formidable, but their arrogance would be their downfall.

They had operated in secrecy for too long, believing themselves untouchable. But Silas wasn't just any adversary, he was a force of nature, a storm that couldn't be stopped.

"This isn't just about Chloe," Silas murmured to himself. "This is about sending a message to the world. No one is above justice, not corporations, not governments, not shadowy cabals. If you cross me, you will fall."

The Black Hand had made a critical mistake. They had underestimated him. And now, they would pay the price.