"They hear sirens covering the city, signifying that Zuan's entire banking infrastructure has officially collapsed."
"Pack up the primary servers and secure all encrypted hard drives immediately," Zuan commanded, his voice echoing with cold, furious authority through the stark concrete walls of his private underground bunker.
The underground chamber, located deep beneath his heavily fortified estate on the desolate outskirts of Zurich, was bathed in the harsh, flickering amber glow of emergency backup generators.
Several remaining loyalists and technical specialists scrambled frantically across the room, their heavy boots clattering against the reinforced concrete floor as they tried to wipe servers and shred sensitive documents.
Zuan stood by the massive steel desk at the center
