The night sky above the oil refinery burned with an eerie orange glow. Massive towers loomed over the landscape, their pipes hissing like mechanical serpents, releasing plumes of toxic steam into the humid air. This was the heart of the Nine Dragons’ empire—a facility fueling their black-market dealings, keeping their war machine alive.
David crouched in the shadows, sweat dripping from his temple. The satchel of explosives strapped to his back felt heavier with every step. This was the last card he had to play.
A storm was coming. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but it wasn’t the sky he feared—it was the syndicate. If they caught him, there would be no mercy.
With careful precision, he moved between the refinery’s fuel silos, planting the charges along the structural weak points. The scent of crude oil clung to his skin. One spark, and this place would become a graveyard.
The last charge clicked into place. He reached for the detonator—