(Selene’s POV)
A giant screen cast a bluish glow across the high-tech command center buried beneath the Zhao Tower. Monitors displayed real-time surveillance footage, maps of the city, heat signals, and coded messages flowing like rivers of fire through digital grids.
I stood at the head of the long metallic table, arms crossed, my sharp eyes fixed on the footage being rewound by Jiang.
“This is from the south port camera, five minutes before the blast,” Jiang narrated, pointing at the grainy figure that emerged from the shadows on screen.
“Facial recognition gives us nothing. Masked. Movement trained. This wasn’t a local street rat”.
My expression didn’t falter, but the fire in my eyes simmered hotter.
“What about the signal jammers?” I asked.
“They were military grade,” Jiang repl
