Collapse
HOORNE LIMITED never saw it coming.
The moment Chris hit enter, the chain reaction began.
Across Bangkok, power flickered in the heart of the financial district. HOORNE’s regional headquarters went dark. Screens glitched. Security systems froze. In the shadows, Snack smiled from the safehouse monitor.
“We just silenced the dragon’s roar.”
In Macau, Heidi’s team hit the core facility.
One well-placed EMP device, and the entire offshore server farm blinked out—decades of blackmail, financial secrets, and cover-ups, gone.
In Berlin, Nudee’s misdirection worked like a charm.
HOORNE's cyber defense scrambled everything they had into the false breach—leaving their real network exposed and bleeding.
Meanwhile—
Marima’s live broadcast hit the web.
A calm voice over chaos:
> “To the people of Thailand… and to the world.
You’ve been lied to. Controlled. Manipulated.
This ends now.”
One by one, documents dropped.
— Contracts linking HOORNE to illegal arms deals.
— Bribes to government officials.
— Internal memos exposing hit orders, assassinations, and silencing tactics.
Social media exploded.
> #HOORNEFiles
#WarahaStrike
#ThailandAwakens
#WeStandWithEngfa
Aoom watched it unfold from her terminal. “Engagements are in the millions. Every platform is on fire.”
News anchors broke into broadcasts.
> “This is breaking news… confidential data from inside HOORNE LIMITED has leaked—”
“—whistleblower information points to a global conspiracy—”
“—public outrage is mounting across Asia and Europe—”
Protests erupted within hours in Bangkok, Chiang Mai, and even Manila. Crowds filled the streets, holding signs with a single name: Waraha.
“We will not be silent.”
“We believe Snack.”
“Justice for Somchai.”
Meanwhile, HOORNE executives vanished.
Some arrested. Some fled. One was found trying to destroy evidence in a private jet before his pilot leaked the coordinates.
Inside the safehouse, Chris leaned back and exhaled.
“It’s happening. They’re burning.”
Engfa stood in front of the map—watching every red light go out, one by one.
“They thought we were powerless,” she said softly.
“They forgot we were family.”
And behind her, Charlotte watched silently, one hand over her heart—proud, relieved, and ready for whatever came next.
Meanwhile....
LONDON, UK
While the world was erupting in celebration and HOORNE’s empire crumbled from the inside, one man didn’t panic.
Davikah Hoorne—son of the now-exposed chairman—sat quietly in a sleek, untouched penthouse overlooking London’s cold skyline.
Classy. Dangerous. Calculating.
He stirred his drink slowly, eyes glued to the international news playing on every screen in the room.
“Tch… Engfa Waraha. Always the dramatic one.”
He smirked, pausing the screen on Charlotte’s face during Marima’s global stream.
“Beautiful, loyal, untouchable… for now.”
He leaned back, lit a thin cigar, and looked at the wall across from him—where dozens of printed photos were pinned with red thread.
At the center of them all: Engfa.
Next to her: Charlotte.
Below that: a photo from a high school yearbook, faded and torn.
"Parima Kunthong, now my wife" — Engfa’s first love.
Davikah chuckled darkly.
“I took your first girl without even trying. And you think I’m just going to let your wife watch you win?”
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“You’ve destroyed my father. My name. My legacy. So now, I’ll destroy yours. Piece by piece.”
He walked to a large black screen and activated a hidden interface. A blinking red dot appeared on the map—exactly where the Waraha safehouse was hidden in the north.
“They always leave footprints. Especially when they’re celebrating.”
He picked up a secure phone and spoke just two words.
“Move in.”
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Back at the safehouse, the Waraha circle was unaware. Laughing. Toasting. Holding each other.
Until Tina’s drone feed glitched.
Snack froze mid-sip. “Why are we getting motion from the west perimeter?”
Chris’s fingers flew across the controls.
“We’ve got heat signatures. Multiple. Silent formation.”
Engfa turned to Meena. “Evac protocols, now.”
Chompu’s face went pale. “Someone found us.”
Marima whispered, “We’re not done yet.”
Engfa looked to the snowy horizon, her hand instinctively reaching for Charlotte’s.
A low hum began to rise in the distance.
Davikah had made his move.
And round two was about to begin.
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