Chapter 133 The Server Wipeout
"The ballot lines are closed, Carlos," Justin stated, his deep voice carrying a chilling, solemn weight as he looked across the distance at his cousin's devastated expression. "You secured the seat. My office will respect the verdict of the shareholders."
But before Carlos could formulate a response, the celebration was instantly, violently cut short.
The massive digital terminal screens lining the boardroom walls suddenly flickered wildly, the green voting indices instantly replaced by cascading lines of corrupted red code.
The bright overhead lighting arrays dropped to pitch black, plunging the executive tier into darkness before the emergency crimson warning lights hummed to life.
"What is the meaning of this administrative disruption?" Director Patterson demanded, his voice laced with sudden panic as the room began to shake.
"Justin, my terminal is completely dark," Dominic Ashford stated cleanly, his posture instantly shifting into a lethal command register as his tablet went dead. "The entire system framework is experiencing a total server wipeout from an external network."
A split second later, a heavy, automated metal shutter slammed violently down over the boardroom windows, completely sealing the space from the outside world. The electronic locks on the double mahogany doors hummed with a terrifying finality, locking all four titans inside the tier.
"We are under a total security lockdown," Justin growled softly, his eyes narrowing as his predatory instincts flared. "This isn't an internal compliance audit. Someone has systematically compromised our subterranean grid."
Deep beneath the building's infrastructure, inside the dark utility tunnels, Victor Hale and Daniel Cross activated the primary extraction sequence.
The Cordova Group had successfully sprung their trap, using the distraction of the shareholder assembly to freeze the empire's defenses and initiate an all-out assault on the executive tier.
Chaos erupted across the floor as the muffled sound of armed mercenaries breaching the lower security gates echoed through the ventilation shafts.
Carlos surged to his feet, his broad shoulders squaring as his survival instincts overrode his grief.
The boardroom war was officially dead - and a vicious, high-octane battle for pure survival had just breached their perimeter.