Chapter 108 Leave None Alive

Chapter 108 Leave None Alive

"Boss, guess what?

The night you posted that video, the honeypot I set up captured over three hundred IP addresses.

These people visited your video page—some downloaded it, some saved it, and some stayed on the page for a long time, like they were analyzing it frame by frame.

I've categorized these IP addresses by location, access frequency, and time spent. Besides the royal IPs I showed you last time..."

Matthew zoomed in on the first column of the spreadsheet.

"There's also this—some of them are normal commercial and military organization IPs...

We can leave those alone.

But there's a portion... about forty or fifty... that are IPs from extremist and terrorist organizations.

Their access patterns are unusual. They don't just watch once and leave—they watch repeatedly, download repeatedly, analyze repeatedly.

There are also traces of communication between them, sharing data in certain private channels on the dark web."

James's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The list?"

"I'm rushing to compile it."

Matthew said,

"Give me three more days, and I can list out the physical address, organization name, and key personnel for every single IP."

James's voice was calm,

"Two days."

Matthew opened his mouth, wanting to say "two days isn't enough," but seeing James's expression, he swallowed the words.

"...Two days."

James nodded, leaned back in his chair, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Daniel."

"Yes."

"Notify the regional heads—video conference in three days.

Everyone must attend. No leave, no tardiness, no excuses."

Daniel's eyebrow twitched.

Three days. That meant Matthew had less than two days to compile the list, and then James would use one day to formulate an action plan.

This timeline was suffocatingly tight, but Daniel knew James never did anything he wasn't confident about.

"Boss, are you planning to..."

"Carpet sweep."

James's voice wasn't loud, but each word hammered into the air like a nail,

"Every terrorist organization trying to replicate C6—not one left standing."

Daniel's pupils contracted slightly.

He'd been by James's side for nearly ten years and had seen James do many crazy things...

Taking down an opponent's base single-handedly, facing a hundred men alone, taking down Uri in three moves at the Davis Villa banquet.

But this was different.

This wasn't targeting one person, one base, one organization—this was targeting all terrorists worldwide who tried to touch C6.

This was a war-level operation.

"Boss, if we do this..."

Daniel chose his words carefully,

"Won't the international community react? After all, we're not a government military, we're..."

"We're the mafia."

James finished for him,

"I know."

He stood up, walked to the filing cabinet, pulled out a thick file from the bottom drawer, and placed it on the desk.

The cover was dark blue with a silver logo printed on it—the Apex Global Enterprises logo.

"But the mafia and terrorist organizations aren't the same thing."

James opened the file and pointed to a line on the first page.

That line contained the founding charter of Apex Global Enterprises, drafted by hand by the organization's founder thirty years ago.

James had read this line countless times and could recite every word.

"When he founded Apex Global Enterprises, he established three iron rules. First, no drugs.

Second, no human trafficking.

Third..."

James's finger tapped lightly on the paper,

"No targeting civilians."

Daniel fell silent.

He'd followed James for so many years and had seen many rules within the organization, but he'd never seriously thought about the meaning behind these three iron rules.

Now he did.

No drugs, because drugs destroy ordinary people's lives.

No human trafficking, because it's the ultimate insult to human dignity.

No targeting civilians, because civilians aren't participants in war—they have no weapons, no defenses, and they're the most numerous and most vulnerable people in this world.

"The mafia is the mafia."

James closed the file,

"Terrorist organizations are terrorist organizations.

The mafia fights for territory, for profit, with violence, but the mafia doesn't conduct terrorist attacks.

The mafia doesn't bomb schools, hospitals, or markets.

Those things—that's what terrorist organizations do.

And one very important reason Apex Global Enterprises was founded..."

He looked into Daniel's eyes.

"Was to not let those terrorist organizations do whatever they want."

Daniel took a deep breath and nodded.

"Understood."

Matthew stood nearby, hands in his pockets, his expression more serious than usual.

He didn't interrupt because he knew James was right.

He'd been on the dark web for so many years and had seen too much of what terrorist organizations did.

Those people had no rules, no reason, no bottom line.

They bombed civilians, children, anything they could bomb, then posted videos online, laughing at those bloody images.

Those people really shouldn't be left alive.

At the video conference three days later, James sat in the meeting room on the fifth floor of headquarters, facing a massive screen wall divided into over a dozen squares, each showing the face of an Apex Global Enterprises regional head.

Some were in Novaria, some in Lumaria, some in South America, some in the Middle East.

Different time zones, different skin colors, different languages, but they all looked at James the same way—

Tense, focused, with a seriousness that showed they were ready to receive orders at any moment.

James didn't waste words and got straight to the point.

"For the next sixty days, Apex Global Enterprises enters wartime status."

The dozen or so faces on the screen wall all changed expressions simultaneously—

Some widened their eyes, some furrowed their brows, some opened their mouths slightly then closed them again.

No one spoke, because when James said "wartime status," his tone left no room for discussion.

Matthew stood up, walked to the screen wall, and connected his tablet to the projector.

A densely packed spreadsheet appeared on the screen, listing forty-seven organizations' names, locations, sizes, and key personnel.

Each entry was something Matthew had compiled over the past two days without sleep, each line of data backed by countless cross-verified pieces of information.

"These are the extremist and terrorist organizations that have repeatedly accessed, downloaded, and analyzed the C6 manufacturing video on the dark web over the past month."

Matthew pointed at the spreadsheet, speaking quickly,

"Forty-seven total, spread across twenty-three countries and regions worldwide.

The largest has several hundred members, the smallest just a few people.

But they all have one thing in common—

They're all trying to replicate C6, and some have already produced finished products, causing casualties."

Matthew glanced at James, then paused and flipped to the next page of the spreadsheet.

"According to the boss's orders, these organizations—not one left standing!"