Samuel was not referring to the typical internet, but rather the dark web—a hidden realm where neither light nor law reached.
Here, the darkest aspects of human nature were on full display, with scenes of cruelty and bloodshed that most people would never encounter in their lives.
Within this vast network, any imaginable crime was accessible.
It commonly catered to drug trafficking and arms smuggling, far beyond the usual minor offenses most people were familiar with.
Shockingly, it also facilitated the trafficking of live humans and showcased grotesque examples of extreme human exploitation.
Samuel was referring to a pursuit order on the dark web, a global call to track down TS, the notorious hacker, with a substantial reward offered.
The bounty was so high that even the slightest tip could be lucrative.
Samuel said with gravity, “This order was posted just half an hour ago, and the bounty already stands at one hundred million.”
Katelyn’s grip on the cup tightened, a shadow momentarily crossing her gaze.
Her decision to leave that line of work behind was not merely for peace; it was driven by the overwhelming exposure to the worst of what humans could do. These ghastly memories still tormented her, often disrupting her sleep.
In today’s rapidly advancing digital age, TS, recognized as the world’s leading hacker, was considered an incredibly powerful asset.
Such talents were highly sought after by organizations worldwide.
A cold look passed through Vincent’s eyes as well. Despite his physical discomfort, he managed to sit up against the headboard.
Katelyn, ever thoughtful, adjusted a soft pillow behind him for more support.
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“Find out who’s behind that pursuit order and shut it down completely,” Vincent commanded coldly, without hesitation.
Samuel looked at him in surprise and asked, “Mr. Adams, are you suggesting we buy the information by offering double the current bounty, as the criminal underworld’s rules dictate?”
“Just do it,” Vincent responded, his expression inscrutable.
He had been on the hunt for TS.
This hacker had once assisted him during a critical security breach.
Furthermore, all the evidence he had gathered so far subtly pointed to Katelyn, though he lacked definitive proof.
He was unsure, but he wouldn’t allow TS’s identity to be compromised and endangered.
Such a significant pursuit order, if fulfilled, would expose the target’s identity to all users of the dark web. Should TS be located, only two fates awaited: surrender or death.
Katelyn felt an immense pressure, as though an invisible force was tightening around her.
She wondered who would invest such a huge amount to uncover her true identity.
She had maintained a discreet presence online, never crossing anyone.
Yet, she remembered that Breck had also shown an interest in tracking her down.
Absorbed in her thoughts, Katelyn failed to notice Vincent studying her with a keen gaze.
“What’s on your mind?” he inquired.
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“I was just thinking that this would easily cost you two hundred million. For someone you’ve never met, do you really think it’s worthwhile, Mr. Adams?” Katelyn asked. As she spoke, she unwittingly tightened her grip on the cup.
It was a nervous habit of hers, often manifesting as clutching at her clothes or whatever was in her hands.
“No matter who placed that order, exposing TS would invite trouble. I see this as repairing the help TS once gave me,” Vincent explained.
Katelyn was momentarily lost for words.
Even without Vincent’s intervention, she would have taken any measure to stop that information from spreading.
Yet, she couldn’t stop pondering who would go to such lengths to find her and their motives.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Katelyn glanced outside at the darkening sky.
“Mr. Adams, it’s getting late. You should rest now. If you need anything, I’m just next door,” Katelyn said.
Vincent gave a small nod, watching her leave. He couldn’t help but reflect on her earlier anxious demeanor. Could it be possible that she was TS?
That night, Katelyn barely slept, her thoughts racing. The next morning, she arranged for the doctor to check on Vincent.
The operation had been successful; he simply needed time to recover.
Just as the doctor was leaving, several uninvited men stormed in.
They were tall, dressed in black suits, and bore the royal family’s emblem—an eagle—on their shoulders.
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