The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 616

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“You don’t need to step into the security room. I’ve got every feed right here.”

Drew unlocked his tablet, fingers moving fast across the screen.

The monitor came alive with walls of images.

The company’s surveillance spread like a net, thousands of cameras blinking across every zone. A single factory wing had more than a thousand eyes.

Drew tapped into Workshop 1. The feeds were black. Just as the opposition had claimed, not a single frame remained.

His face darkened. Whoever had done this wanted blood. They had spent big, all to trap them.

He jumped to other sectors.

His gut twisted when another feed showed nothing but darkness.

His heart sank.

It was the security booth.

“There! You all see it! The problem’s right there!” The lead supervisor’s voice cracked with triumph. “It’s inside your booth!”

Every gaze locked on the empty guard station frozen on the screen.

The Workshop 1 manager’s eyes burned with glee. He stormed forward with his crew. “Move out! The goods are in there!”

Sage’s gentle expression shattered into stone.

Drew and his team surged forward, cutting them off like a wall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Mr. Arlen just got nailed, and you still want to shield him?”

The other side sneered, their smirks sharp and vicious. They wanted Sage destroyed.

Sage stepped ahead, his face unreadable.

“Let them open it up, Mr. Arlen,” the Workshop 1 manager mocked. His grin was jagged. “If you play along, maybe you can claim ignorance later. Maybe the higher–ups will show mercy if the cargo is untouched.” His men stomped to the suspicious floorboard. Drew threw his arm out to

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stop them.

Sage’s command cut in, calm and sharp. “Let them open it.”

Then Sage laughed.

It wasn’t bitter. It wasn’t mocking.

It was light. It was steady.

His brow relaxed as if he carried no fear.

Drew’s heart hammered in his chest. He had no power to see the future.

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He only knew that if this frame stuck, they were dead men. The surveillance footage was their only chance.

The loss of so much cargo was too great. A single supervisor wasn’t enough to carry the blame.

Sage would lose his post, maybe his life. His men would fall with him.

The wood moaned as the planks tore free. A gaping chamber stretched beneath.

It was empty.

Utterly bare.

Shock tore through the workshop. Faces paled. A murmur ran across the room.

Drew froze for a heartbeat, then joy ripped through him like a flood.

The Workshop 1 manager and his lead man looked broken. Their faces twisted through colors, panic blotting them raw. The manager’s eyes locked on his subordinate like knives.

The man could only sputter, eyes wide and helpless.

Sage’s tone turned smooth, soft as silk. “Mr. Bazinger, is there anything you’d like to add?”

The balance of power flipped in a single instant.

The manager stammered, voice thin. “Mr. Arlen, this is… it’s a misunderstanding.”

Sage’s stare was ice cold. “A third of the company’s cargo is gone. That is no misunderstanding. Guards, take Mr. Bazinger. I’ll report once questioning is done.”

Bazinger’s swagger crumbled. He fell to his knees, begging. “Mr. Arlen! Sage, I’m pleading with you! Don’t arrest me!”

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