The Tycoon's Odyssey

"It's time to catch the prey," Evan declared, his voice steady yet charged with determination. Without hesitation, he moved out with his team, their destination clear.

Evan would travel aboard a modern naval ship equipped with cloaking technology, capable of evading even advanced detection systems.

His mission was bold and risky—a direct strike at the Federation's headquarters. It wasn't something he had to do personally, but given the alien threat entangled in the Federation's affairs, he knew this mission required his presence.

Before departure, Evan bid farewell to Suri with a soft parting kiss. She didn't say much, but the look in her eyes conveyed everything. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

With that, he stepped onto the ship. Its engines roared to life, and with a burst of power, it shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds at terrifying speed.

"Are there any security measures around the Federation?" Evan asked, his gaze locked onto the holographic map before him.

Aurora's voice chimed through the comms. [Nothing obvious outside, but they might have hidden defenses.]

Evan nodded, turning to Mac. "Mac, don't engage carelessly. They might be stronger than we expect. Use your suit's full power when needed and know when to fall back, this isn't about courage."

Mac gave a firm nod, and Evan shifted his gaze to the rest of the team. "Stay sharp. Stick to the plan. This isn't just another mission."

The anticipation of the coming fight made Evan's hands itch. A smirk tugged at his lips as he rubbed his palms together.

"Finally, it's my turn to fight."

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An hour later, the ship hovered silently above the Federation's headquarters. The building was massive, its sleek architecture cutting into the sky like a blade. So far, nothing seemed suspicious, but Evan knew better than to trust appearances.

"Descend," he ordered.

The hatch of the ship slid open, and the team, clad in armored suits, leaped out. Their descent was swift, their bodies gliding through the air like cannonballs. Midway down, their thrusters ignited, slowing their fall and sending them shooting forward with precision.

Aurora worked in the background, hacking into the Federation's security systems. "All safety measures are disabled," she reported. "The building is in complete lockdown."

Thanks to the ongoing global chaos, the headquarters was quieter than usual—no visitors, only essential staff. It was the perfect time to strike.

Evan's visor scanned the building, highlighting his target: Walter, the Federation's head, who was seated in his office, sipping coffee.

Locking onto his position, Evan darted forward, his suit cutting through the air like a blade.

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Inside the office, Walter sat at his desk, his movements casual as he sipped his coffee. The room was quiet, except for the faint hum of electronics. He was calm—too calm.

Suddenly, the door behind him exploded with a thunderous blast.

BOOM!

Smoke and debris flooded the space and an armored figure emerged from the chaos, its silhouette sharp and imposing. Glowing lines pulsed along Evan's suit as he stepped forward.

Walter turned slowly, setting his coffee cup on the desk with ease. His movements were deliberate, his expression calm. "You took your time getting here," he said with a faint smile tugging his lips and stood up from his chair.

Evan's armor opened with a hiss, and he stepped out, revealing a sharp, cold grin. "Only if I knew you had been waiting, I would have come sooner."

Walter chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "It's fine. You're here now."

The tension in the room thickened as the two men squared off.

"So," Walter said, rolling his shoulders, "what do you plan to do now?"

Evan's smile faded, replaced by a look of icy determination. "Finish what we started."

Walter's grin widened, his voice dipping into something darker. "That's exactly what I was hoping for."

He shifted his stance, muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike.

Evan didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, his fist aiming straight for Walter's chest.

Meanwhile, Walter moved to meet him, his movements fluid and precise. Their clash sent a shockwave through the room, knocking over furniture and shattering the remains of the broken door outward.

And so, the fight began.

The fight erupted with a thunderous clash. Evan's fist connected with Walter's jaw, the impact blasting him hurtling into the wall. The reinforced concrete cracked and crumbled under the force, but Walter wasn't down for long. With a snarl, he pushed off the debris and charged at Evan like a bull, his arms outstretched.

Evan braced himself but was too late. Walter slammed into him, locking his arms around Evan's waist and driving him through another wall. Dust and rubble rained down as they skidded into a meeting room.

Walter tightened his group as he hoisted Evan off the ground before slamming him onto a conference table with a bone-crunching thud.

Evan grunted but retaliated instantly. His legs coiled, and with a powerful kick, he launched Walter off him. Walter's body crashed into the opposite wall, leaving a crater in the reinforced structure.

"You hit like a toddler," Evan taunted, spitting dust from his mouth.

Walter smirked as he wiped blood from his lip. "And you scream like one," he shot back, his voice dripping with mockery.

Evan charged again, his fists swinging with precision. Walter ducked under the first punch, but the second struck his ribs with a sickening crunch, like a sledgehammer against metal. Walter staggered, clutching his side, but quickly retaliated with a roundhouse kick that caught Evan square in the chest.

Evan flew backwards, crashing through a desk and slamming into a wall. He coughed, shaking his head as he stood. "That's all you got?"

Walter growled and lunged at him with a roar, their bodies colliding in a flurry of punches and kicks. Their strikes came so fast that they were almost a blur. Each impact sent shockwaves through the building, and every missed punch obliterated anything that came in its path—chairs, tables, even entire sections of walls.

Evan caught Walter's arm mid-swing and twisted it, flipping him over his shoulder before slamming him into the floor.