Smith Dole watched the room, the low murmur of discussions still rippling between the leaders, and raised his voice.
"On the matter of The Boys, handle details privately with Eddie. Submit the candidate lists to me for review later."
He scanned the table.
"Other than Eddie's proposal—does anyone else have something to raise?"
Fox leaned forward.
"Boss, there's a matter I believe requires your immediate attention."
Smith met her gaze.
"Go ahead."
Fox reported steadily:
"Last time, you instructed us to crack down on telecom fraud, human trafficking, and organ trade in Southeast Asia. We dismantled them and even established Assassin Brotherhood cells in capitals—Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, Seoul, Singapore. But according to our latest intelligence, those operations have resurfaced. Stronger. Hidden deeper. Now with political protection, bribing officials."
"They've even begun stockpiling living 'donors'—kidnapped innocents—to provide fresh organs for high-ranking elites across the region. People waiting for transplants… receive them on demand."
"Dai-Dai, project the files."
The AI's voice responded.
"Understood, Ms. Fox."
Immediately, screens filled with images, reports, video clips. Faces of victims. Police files. Silent graves.
Fox gestured toward them.
"These people… the damage they cause is catastrophic. Victims of fraud lose life savings, families destroyed, suicides. And those abducted? Sold, dissected alive, discarded. This isn't just crime. It is terrorism."
Wesley slammed his fist on the table.
"That's not fraud. That's terrorism, plain and simple."
The others nodded grimly. Even Eddie Brock, who had covered countless horrors in his reporting days, looked shaken.
"How… how can it be that bad over there?"
Smith frowned.
"Didn't we clean them out once? How did they crawl back this quickly? And how did you uncover this?"
Fox pulled up a photo.
"This man. Li Zhongzhi. A Hong Kong national. He came to our Bangkok cell for help—his daughter disappeared in Thailand. While investigating her case, our operatives discovered the larger network. They escalated immediately. We've only had this intelligence for less than twenty-four hours."
Alexei muttered, horrified:
"Unimaginable. That many disappearances, year after year…"
X spoke in his low, calm tone.
"Justice is not begged for. Justice is taken. Even if it stains us in blood."
Smith's eyes hardened. His voice was cold steel.
"Then it's decided. With evidence this clear, the League's law is simple: absolute annihilation. We won't just cut off the heads. Every accomplice. Every facility. Every so-called 'campus.' Burn it all to the ground."
Wesley grinned darkly.
"Boss, let us have this one. Our symbiotes love chewing on trash like these."
Even John Wick spoke, his voice steady but heavy with intent.
"Boss. I request to join this mission."
For him, executing these monsters was not duty—it was penance.
Eddie's voice followed, sharper, almost in unison with the alien growl of Venom in his chest.
"Boss, Venom and I are in."
One by one, every operative voiced the same. None willing to sit out this hunt.
Smith raised his hands, calming the storm.
"Li Zhongzhi's daughter—found yet?"
Fox shook her head.
"Not yet. Too soon. Less than a day."
Smith nodded.
"Then we take it. His case is ours. And more—human trafficking, organ trade, fraud, all of it. We declare zero tolerance. From now on, the League will treat such groups as we do terror cells: constant cleansing, no safe ground, no time to rebuild."
"Any individual or cell providing us reliable intelligence will be rewarded. Verify, strike, erase."
He turned to four specific operatives.
"Wesley. John Wick. Eddie Brock. Selene. The four of you, under Selene's command, depart for Thailand immediately. Contact Li Zhongzhi, find his daughter. Selene—use your blood-sight if necessary to shorten the search."
"Once the girl is safe, mobilize all Brotherhood cells in Southeast Asia. Then march on Myanmar. Level every stronghold. Selene—you will deploy your kin. Anyone forced into service under duress, with remorse and no heavy crimes, will be given a chance to repent. Those who willingly joined… or profited in blood… are to be treated as terrorists. Eliminated."
The four answered in unison, their voices like a blade drawn.
"Yes, Boss. Mission will be completed."
(End of Chapter)
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