Within two hours, the authorization was granted.
Unofficial. Off the books. Shadow-class clearance.No trace. No paper trail. No acknowledgment it ever existed.
Jin assembled his team.
The best field agents.Elite cyberwarfare operatives.Loyalists from dark projects, the kind even the highest offices deny.
He called it:Phantom Zero.
A unit with no ID.No affiliations.Just a symbol burned into secure servers—a howling wolf behind a shattered black mask.
Their mission:Track the Black Commandment.Find Lisa.And stop what was coming before the world shattered at the seams.
Meanwhile…
Thousands of miles away, under the sea, in a hidden base beneath the Philippine Trench, Kai Ren stood before a massive wall of flickering screens.
All of them showed one thing:
Lisa.
Infrared captures.Auction footage.Satellite leaks.A still image—grainy and broken—of her in a steel cage, hands bound, head lowered, eyes barely open.
Surrounded by masked men in tuxedos, with no names—only numbers.
Kai Ren clenched his fist.
He didn't speak.He didn't need to.
The room behind him went quiet.
A long table full of crime lords, information barons, and ex-military turned mercenary leaned forward. The strongest underworld alliance in history—assembled for one girl.
Then, one voice broke the silence:
"Do we move now?"
Kai Ren's mask turned slowly.
"No," he said."Not until I find the one who dared bid more than me."
He stepped forward to the screen showing encrypted auction data.
One bid.Higher than his.Untraceable.Buried under quantum-level encryption.
Kai Ren tapped it once.
"Find them."
He paused.
"And if they resist…"
He turned toward the others—his voice sharp, surgical.
"…burn everything they ever touched."
Across the globe, whispers turned to war.
Not missiles.Not armies.
But blackmail, digital viruses, assassinations, explosions in silence.
Entire families vanished.Crypto empires were hacked into dust.**Trafficking rings began to collapse—not from justice, but from fear.
Because the Black Commandment wasn't searching anymore.
He was hunting.