No one saw him.
No one knew his name.
No country had ever officially acknowledged his existence.
But every major intelligence agency in the world had a file on him.
A single name.
A codename.
"The Ghost."
In a hidden location somewhere beyond any government's reach—
a room lit only by screens came alive.
Rows of monitors flickered on.
Data streams from across the world flooded into the system.
Banks.
Air traffic control.
Defense satellites.
Financial exchanges.
Two hundred systems activated simultaneously.
Not randomly.
Perfectly synchronized.
The Ghost leaned back in his chair.
"Let's begin."
His fingers moved once.
That was enough.
Within seconds—
Washington, D.C.
Inside a secure intelligence room—
alarms started blaring.
"What's happening?!"
An analyst shouted.
"Our systems are being accessed!"
Another officer looked at his screen.
"No—this isn't access."
"It's control."
Beijing.
Moscow.
Berlin.
Seoul.
Abu Dhabi.
New Delhi.
Every major command center in the world—
lit up at the same time.
Screens changed.
Systems froze.
Commands failed.
And then—
a message appeared.
On every screen.
Across every system.
"You chose the wrong side."
Inside the White House—
the President stood up immediately.
"What is this?"
No one answered.
Because no one understood.
The message continued.
"You support Arthur."
"We control the system."
In Moscow, a general slammed his fist on the table.
"Кто это делает?!"
(Who is doing this?!)
In Beijing, a commander spoke urgently.
"系统被入侵了!"
(The system has been breached!)
The message changed again.
"Global economy can be disrupted."
"This is a demonstration."
Suddenly—
stock markets froze.
Air traffic paused.
Banking systems halted.
Only for a moment.
Just enough to prove control.
Then the final message appeared.
Clear.
Direct.
Terrifying.
"30 minutes."
"Release everything connected to Albert."
"Or we collapse your systems."
Inside the White House—
the President stared at the screen.
His expression turned serious.
Because whoever had just done this—
was not just a hacker.
This was someone who could challenge entire nations.
Back in Delhi—
Albert stood quietly in his hotel room.
Bilal looked at the news feeds in shock.
"Boss…"
Albert didn't react.
Because he already knew.
The Ghost had arrived.
And now—
the world had thirty minutes—
to choose a side.