The final countdown for the grand drug bust reached zero as the satellite tactical wall inside the penthouse displayed the decrypted architectural blueprint of the Destiano Estate. Felix and Miya geared up in matte-black carbon-fiber stealth suits. Felix secured a fresh scent blocker patch behind his ear, loaded silver tactical throwing wires into his gauntlets, and checked his firearm silencer.
"The grandfather painting backdoor link is completely live," Miya said, checking her radar tablet. "The moment the target steps into the ballroom downstairs, our system overrides the surveillance loop for twelve minutes."
"Twelve minutes is enough time to eliminate a French alchemist, secure the formulas, and slide out the roof line," Felix replied.
"Diana sent a VIP transport caravan," Miya added. "You are scheduled to arrive at the red carpet as the main global runway muse for the Destiano Fall line."
Inside the Destiano limousine, the four siblings aggressively plotted how to corner Felix. Richard wore a midnight-black velvet tuxedo, Luke wore an obsidian-navy tailored suit, Dedrick wore a white and gold dress tuxedo, and Diana wore an emerald-green designer gown.
"I am the sole owner of the offshore account Felix requested," Richard hissed.
"He belongs under my artistic choreography management," Luke countered.
"He is sitting next to me at the sports celebrity table!" Dedrick argued.
Diana silenced them, warning that anyone who scared Miya away would lose their corporate allowance.
As the limo arrived, paparazzi flashed across the courtyard [Tapas, Tappytoon]. A transport glided to a halt, and Felix stepped out. To hide his stealth suit, he wore an obsidian-black brushed wool trench coat with a high collar framing his wolf-cut hair, his pink eyes flashing an innocent gaze. The brothers flushed crimson, ready to fight for his attention.
Suddenly, The Phantom Alchemist stepped out onto the marble threshold surrounded by armed mercenaries, subtly clicking a button on his cufflink panel to release a heavy wave of colorless mist from his lapel pin.
The moment the French billionaire rogue entered the indoor corridor, he clicked a button hidden on his custom cufflink panel. Instantly, an ultra-fine, colorless mist hissed from his lapel pin, releasing a heavy wave of his toxic synthetic compound directly into the air of the enclosed lounge. High-society guests suddenly gasped, clutching their throats in confusion as the paralyzing mist began to choke their neural glands.
Outside on the windy red carpet, the three giant Destiano brothers didn't breathe a single drop of the chemical wave. Instead, their elite protective instincts violently flared as they saw an uninvited, armed mercenary squad stepping onto their family's porch. For one split-second, Richard, Luke, and Dedrick turned their sharp blonde heads to glare fiercely at the security breach.
That microsecond of distraction was all Velvet Trigger needed.
With the blinding, fluid speed of a world-class specialist, Felix cut left, his long black trench coat swirling as he ducked behind a massive, ten-foot-tall decorative backdrop wall. Before the three brothers could even snap their eyes back, Felix had completely vanished into the deep, unlit shadows of the mansion’s side corridors.
"Jade, the target just deployed an indoor neural chemical wave at the lounge gates. The asset distribution is live. Move into the basement sector now. Initiate the twelve-minute surveillance override," Felix whispered sharply into his hidden wireless earpiece as he slid through a side window, his voice velvet and cold.
"Copy that, velvet! The backdoor painting link is fully operational. Overriding the mansion's camera loops... now," Miya's sharp, focused voice cracked through a wall of pure static. "You have exactly twelve minutes to erase him before the server detects the breach. The three blonde giants just realized you vanished from the porch—they are running inside right now to find you!"
The interior corridors of the mansion were a chaotic blur. Upstairs, Richard, Luke, and Dedrick were frantically sprinting through the high-society hallways, completely panicking because their dream boy had vanished into thin air. Richard was yelling into his corporate radio to lock down the perimeter, Luke was tracking the movement lines of the staff, and Dedrick was aggressively checking the VIP bathrooms—their lovesick stalker instincts driving them completely unhinged.
Felix moved like a dark, scentless phantom just one floor below them, completely shedding his heavy black wool trench coat to reveal his sleek, matte-black tactical stealth suit. His texturized wolf-cut hair caught the dim emergency lighting as he dropped a pair of cartel guards with two silent, hyper-precise throat-strikes, dragging their bodies into a storage closet before his three lovesick brothers could round the corner.
BEEP. BEEP.
Suddenly, Miya's voice exploded through his earpiece in a state of absolute, comically unhinged panic.
"VELVET! WE HAVE A MASSIVE LOGISTICAL CRISIS!" Miya yelled through the line. "Diana's high-fashion design crew just wandered into the subterranean chemical vault to look for extra fabric racks! The Alchemist's private mercenaries have completely surrounded them, and Diana is trapped inside the main vault loop right now!"
Felix violently stopped mid-stride, his rosy-pink eyes widening in deadpan amusement. "Wait... the fashion sister is trapped inside the drug vault? Why is she always looking for clothes in a combat zone?!"
"I don't know, but she’s wearing an emerald green gown and her eyes are completely watery because a mercenary is pointing a rifle at her!" Miya shouted back. "I'm overriding the basement door codes right now! I'm going in to breach the perimeter in my stealth suit—do not let her see my face!"
Down in the dark, industrial subterranean vault, Diana Destiano stood backed against a heavy steel chemical container, her diamond jewelry flashing under the dim red warning lights. Three heavily armed cartel mercenaries were stepping forward, their rifles raised maliciously.
"You walked into the wrong sector, Ms. Destiano," the lead mercenary sneered, pulling the trigger mechanism. "The Alchemist doesn't leave witnesses—"
CRASH!
The reinforced glass ceiling vents completely shattered. Miya dropped from the ceiling loop like a lethal black panther, her matte-black stealth suit accentuating her athletic Alpha frame as her short wavy hair flew in the wind. Mid-air, she drew two tactical batons, violently cracking them against the first two mercenaries' jaws with a bone-shattering THWACK.
She spun gracefully, her long legs sweeping the final guard off his feet, slamming him hard against the concrete floor until he went entirely limp.
Diana clutched her chest, her sharp fashion-mogul eyes going heavily watery, a deep crimson blush violently bursting across her cheeks as her heart did a colossal, love-struck backflip. Even though Miya was wearing a tight black tactical stealth mask that covered her nose and mouth, Diana instantly recognized those beautiful, striking eyes and that exact protective aura from the bakery counter.
"M-Miya...?! It's you!" Diana gasped, her voice rendering intense, starry-eyed obsession. "The brave, hardworking artisan sister! You... you put on a high-tech black stealth suit and dropped from the ceiling just to save my life from corporate terrorists... Oh, heavens, your family's tragic past is so beautifully dangerous!"
Miya completely froze in the center of the vault floor, her own face turning a violent shade of bright red underneath her tactical mask. Her assassin reflexes entirely short-circuited as she frantically tried to hide her weapons behind her back, her posture turning completely flustered.
"M-Ms. Destiano?! Oh my god! No! You have the wrong person!" Miya stammered through her mask in a complete, high-pitched older-sister panic.
Up on the catwalk above, Felix leaned over the metal railing, popping a bubblegum bubble with a deadpan, comically blunt little giggle as he watched his tough older sister completely melt under the fashion mogul's lovesick gaze.
"Wow, Miya. You really know how to find a girlfriend in the middle of a biological drug bust," Felix muttered with a beautifully sexy smirk, checking his digital timer as the countdown hit 06:00 minutes. "Keep her safe, bestie! I’m going to the inner chamber to erase the Alchemist before the boyband bachelors find my location!"
The moment the French billionaire rogue entered the indoor corridor, he clicked a button hidden on his custom cufflink panel. Instantly, an ultra-fine, colorless mist hissed from his lapel pin, releasing a heavy wave of his toxic synthetic compound directly into the air of the enclosed lounge. High-society guests suddenly gasped, clutching their throats in confusion as the paralyzing mist began to choke their neural glands.
Outside on the windy red carpet, the three giant Destiano brothers didn't breathe a single drop of the chemical wave. Instead, their elite protective instincts violently flared as they saw an uninvited, armed mercenary squad stepping onto their family's porch. For one split-second, Richard, Luke, and Dedrick turned their sharp blonde heads to glare fiercely at the security breach.
That microsecond of distraction was all Velvet Trigger needed.
With the blinding, fluid speed of a world-class specialist, Felix cut left, his long black trench coat swirling as he ducked behind a massive, ten-foot-tall decorative backdrop wall. Before the three brothers could even snap their eyes back, Felix had completely vanished into the deep, unlit shadows of the mansion’s side corridors.
"Jade, the target just deployed an indoor neural chemical wave at the lounge gates. The asset distribution is live. Move into the basement sector now. Initiate the twelve-minute surveillance override," Felix whispered sharply into his hidden wireless earpiece as he slid through a side window, his voice velvet and cold.
"Copy that, velvet! The backdoor painting link is fully operational. Overriding the mansion's camera loops... now," Miya's sharp, focused voice cracked through a wall of pure static. "You have exactly twelve minutes to erase him before the server detects the breach. The three blonde giants just realized you vanished from the porch—they are running inside right now to find you!"
The interior corridors of the mansion were a chaotic blur. Upstairs, Richard, Luke, and Dedrick were frantically sprinting through the high-society hallways, completely panicking because their dream boy had vanished into thin air. Richard was yelling into his corporate radio to lock down the perimeter, Luke was tracking the movement lines of the staff, and Dedrick was aggressively checking the VIP bathrooms—their lovesick stalker instincts driving them completely unhinged.
Felix moved like a dark, scentless phantom just one floor below them, completely shedding his heavy black wool trench coat to reveal his sleek, matte-black tactical stealth suit. His texturized wolf-cut hair caught the dim emergency lighting as he dropped a pair of cartel guards with two silent, hyper-precise throat-strikes, dragging their bodies into a storage closet before his three lovesick brothers could round the corner.
BEEP. BEEP.
Suddenly, Miya's voice exploded through his earpiece in a state of absolute, comically unhinged panic.
"VELVET! WE HAVE A MASSIVE LOGISTICAL CRISIS!" Miya yelled through the line. "Diana's high-fashion design crew just wandered into the subterranean chemical vault to look for extra fabric racks! The Alchemist's private mercenaries have completely surrounded them, and Diana is trapped inside the main vault loop right now!"
Felix violently stopped mid-stride, his rosy-pink eyes widening in deadpan amusement. "Wait... the fashion sister is trapped inside the drug vault? Why is she always looking for clothes in a combat zone?!"
"I don't know, but she’s wearing an emerald green gown and her eyes are completely watery because a mercenary is pointing a rifle at her!" Miya shouted back. "I'm overriding the basement door codes right now! I'm going in to breach the perimeter in my stealth suit—do not let her see my face!"
Down in the dark, industrial subterranean vault, Diana Destiano stood backed against a heavy steel chemical container, her diamond jewelry flashing under the dim red warning lights. Three heavily armed cartel mercenaries were stepping forward, their rifles raised maliciously.
"You walked into the wrong sector, Ms. Destiano," the lead mercenary sneered, pulling the trigger mechanism. "The Alchemist doesn't leave witnesses—"
CRASH!
The reinforced glass ceiling vents completely shattered. Miya dropped from the ceiling loop like a lethal black panther, her matte-black stealth suit accentuating her athletic Alpha frame as her short wavy hair flew in the wind. Mid-air, she drew two tactical batons, violently cracking them against the first two mercenaries' jaws with a bone-shattering THWACK.
She spun gracefully, her long legs sweeping the final guard off his feet, slamming him hard against the concrete floor until he went entirely limp.
Diana clutched her chest, her sharp fashion-mogul eyes going heavily watery, a deep crimson blush violently bursting across her cheeks as her heart did a colossal, love-struck backflip. Even though Miya was wearing a tight black tactical stealth mask that covered her nose and mouth, Diana instantly recognized those beautiful, striking eyes and that exact protective aura from the bakery counter.
"M-Miya...?! It's you!" Diana gasped, her voice rendering intense, starry-eyed obsession. "The brave, hardworking artisan sister! You... you put on a high-tech black stealth suit and dropped from the ceiling just to save my life from corporate terrorists... Oh, heavens, your family's tragic past is so beautifully dangerous!"
Miya completely froze in the center of the vault floor, her own face turning a violent shade of bright red underneath her tactical mask. Her assassin reflexes entirely short-circuited as she frantically tried to hide her weapons behind her back, her posture turning completely flustered.
"M-Ms. Destiano?! Oh my god! No! You have the wrong person!" Miya stammered through her mask in a complete, high-pitched older-sister panic.
Up on the catwalk above, Felix leaned over the metal railing, popping a bubblegum bubble with a deadpan, comically blunt little giggle as he watched his tough older sister completely melt under the fashion mogul's lovesick gaze.
"Wow, Miya. You really know how to find a girlfriend in the middle of a biological drug bust," Felix muttered with a beautifully sexy smirk, checking his digital timer as the countdown hit 06:00 minutes. "Keep her safe, bestie! I’m going to the inner chamber to erase the Alchemist before the boyband bachelors find my location!"
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