Chapter 28 - The Final Confrontation
The massive oil rig devolved into a chaotic, terrifying war zone of smoke and echoing gunfire.
I moved aggressively through the rusted corridors, hunting Victor Thorne with cold, relentless precision.
He was desperately limping toward the upper helipad, trying to cowardly escape the destruction of his final stronghold.
I intercepted him on the narrow, rain-slicked metal catwalk suspended high above the dark, freezing ocean.
He drew a heavy revolver, his hands shaking with furious desperation as he aimed it at my chest.
He screamed that I had ruined the beautiful, violent legacy his generation had built.
I kept my weapon perfectly steady, staring at him with absolute, unfiltered pity.
I told him that his legacy was nothing but pathetic, senseless blood and misery.
I had built a legacy of wealth, safety, and legitimate power that he could never comprehend.
He pulled his trigger in a blind rage, but his outdated weapon violently jammed.
I did not give him a second chance to fix his fatal mistake.
I fired a single, flawless shot directly into his chest.
The impact threw him backward over the weak railing of the metal catwalk.
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He plummeted silently into the freezing, dark waters of the Atlantic, vanishing forever beneath the waves.
The ghost of the past was finally and permanently erased from the world.
