Modern World Warlock-Chapter 72: Surprise Attacks

Inside a dark room filled with computer monitors showing strings of complicated code, six individuals were glued to their screens as they quickly typed on their keyboards.

"Any luck breaking through that firewall?" a man asked.

"Nothing yet… This might take a few weeks," another replied.

The hackers at Team Delta were tirelessly working to crack the PC they took from Joseph’s home, but the machine’s cybersecurity system was giving them a hard time.

Suddenly, all of the hackers received a pop-up message on their screens reading "GET OUT," confusing the group as they didn’t know who could be messing with their equipment.

A few seconds later, one of the men noticed a pair of drones hovering right outside their windows with machine guns attached to them.

"Everyone get dow-" *Plap!* The man’s sentence was cut short as a bullet went through his head.

Following the first kill, the drones unleashed a rain of bullets inside the hackers’ office, drilling holes in their bodies that left them unrecognizable and destroying all of their equipment.

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While the attack on Delta Team was happening, Camille was sitting in her office at night with Cerberus when she noticed the puppy got distracted by something on the window.

"What is it?" she pondered aloud with a smile, thinking that the dog was curious to look down.

However, her smile was quickly erased when she saw two drones flying near the building next to hers.

*Grrr!* Cerberus growled angrily at the drones.

"Oh no…" Camille muttered.

Following her words, the two drones flew straight into the other building through the window, unleashing a massive explosion that blasted chunks of debris and glass on the streets.

The handler stood still with widened eyes, witnessing the skyscraper right next to hers being terrorized.

"Mistress, are you okay!?" Rina and Rona exclaimed as they hastily entered her office.

"We need to evacuate… Let’s use the underground passage," Camille said with a commanding tone, approaching her desk and pressing a button that made an alarm blare all throughout the building.

As all the personnel in the skyscraper used the stairs to go down, Camille gritted her teeth with anger, pulling out her phone to alert Dante and his group.

However, she noticed she had a message from an unknown number, which shouldn’t have been possible as her private phone number was confidential.

[r u alive??] the message read.

R𝑒ad latest chapt𝒆rs at freewebnovёl.ƈom Only.

"Hmm…" The handler hummed, pondering who was texting her.

As she kept going downstairs with the rest of the building’s employees, Lawrence, Joseph’s former butler, caught up with Camille.

"L-Lady Camille… What’s happening?" The butler asked.

"We were targeted by a drone attack," the handler replied, not stopping her descent for a moment.

Lawrence didn’t understand what she meant, as it was the building next to them that was terrorized.

Of course, it was common for the surrounding buildings to have their employees evacuate for safety reasons, but Camille’s answer didn’t sound like that.

"That building was our front…" Camille muttered to the butler as they kept descending the stairwell.

Since the work that happened at Camille’s skyscraper was meant to be wholly secretive, all of the paperwork was falsified to say that those operations were happening in the building next door.

If anyone ever tried to dig deep into Camille and her connections to the point they found out her office location, they would get the address of the other building, essentially turning it into bait.

At that moment, Lawrence understood how the handler knew the attack was directed at them, as whoever the aggressor was, they were targeting the Winter handler.

When the employees gathered in the underground parking lots, they were sent to different SUVs that started driving away through a tunnel instead of going out to the streets.

Camille boarded one of the vehicles with Lawrence and her two personal servants, and just as she checked her phone, she received a call from Megan.

"We got a problem," The handler and the brunette said simultaneously at the start of their call.

"I see. I’ll send someone to pick you guys up… We are moving out of the skyscraper for now," Camille said on the phone, telling Megan about the targeted attack on them.

After hanging up, she received another message that Midnight Bar had been bombed. Luckily, nobody was inside, as the handler had closed down the venue for weeks.

She also read another message stating that the Delta Team had been eliminated by a drone attack, making the woman bite her lips in anger.

"Multiple attacks, huh?" Camille muttered, her expression unamused.

["Sorry about ur hackers. I tried to warn them :( "] A new message read on Camille’s phone.

It was the same unknown number that was asking her if she was alive minutes earlier, but the handler misinterpreted the text as a threat.

["Are you responsible for this?"] The handler replied.

["No!!! I don’t think I’m your enemy,"] The unknown texted back.

["So, who’s this?"]

["Call me Trinity…"]

’Hmmm, I’ve heard that name before…’ Camille pondered, trying to recall where she had seen it.

The unknown entity cut to the chase and said that she knew they were looking for the Blood Dragons.

["I tried to warn ur hackers, but those bastards have a cybersecurity expert working for them,"] Trinity said.

["For what it’s worth, I managed to crack their security, so I copied the PC’s hard drive to my machine."] Trinity continued.

While the hackers at Delta Team ended up failing to decrypt the secret information in Joseph’s computer, eventually getting them all killed, Trinity was able to hack into it remotely and complete the cracking of their code.

["What do you want?"] Camille texted, knowing that the information wasn’t free.

["I want all of BD dead…"] Trinity said, a reply that arrived almost instantly.

["Some money would be nice too :3 "] Another message followed up a few seconds later.

Camille stretched her neck laterally, a mix of annoyance and anger coursing within her.

’If I weren’t in such a foul mood, I would’ve found this person interesting…’ The handler thought, letting out a tired gasp.