10 Chapter-10 : Changing the currents and the tides

One more bus stopped in front of the continental as armed men rushed out of the vehicle and rushed into the hotel.

But as soon as they entered the hotel what met them was barrages of shotgun slugs.

But even before they could pass by the reception, they were all dead.

Exploded bits of skull, brain matter, pieces of flesh and a lot of blood remained where they stood.

"Team 1 goes and bring me the bus drivers, alive and well, I have a use for them" I ordered the team as I moved towards the vault where both Morpheus and Winston were sitting with alcohol filled glasses in their hands and a smile to their faces.

"The continental is now clear of any invaders, you can begin the expansion now, the sooner you start the better." I said as they both nodded.

Morpheus looked at me as he said, "I gotta say, you really know what I like, this coat is just amazing"

Well, I just copied your dressing style from one of my favorite movies, what I prepared for him was a purple waistcoat with a golden tie along with his iconic black alligator leather skin trenchcoat. Add the goggles too.

"Yeah, I have a nice dressing sense, not just for myself but for others as well" I said as I claimed the credit for myself, I am shameless after all.

"Well now that all of us are here, let's have a talk once again with the table" I said as I dialed a number on my phone.

"So, I think your reinforcements didn't quite work, did they?? Well they were doomed from the start.

So, what are High table's thoughts on our demands??" I said as I put the phone on speaker.

"You may have won the fight Mr..

"Banning, Mr Banning for you"

"As I was saying, you may have won the fight Mr Banning, but what you have started is a war, the power in a war doesn't only comes from men on field. You guys would be dealt with in numerous ways by table, and remember this, it is a war" she said as she disconnected the call.

"Well, looks like it's time to bring their assets down." I said as I pushed the icon on the screen of my phone named [Dooms day 1] and turned the setting to active.

This was my way of bringing down the all the assets of the table in not only NY, but all over the country.

I know some will escape the net, but most of them would be caught.

Mexican Mafia that controlled cities like LA, Las Vegas and Florida would be exposed fully and no amount of political power would be able to save him, his actions will be deemed terrorist as whole world would be in constant search for him.

Not only he ran drug cartels, he funded quite alot of terror activities to help the growth of his empire.

Now all of it would come crashing onto him. With all the legal evidence I supplied, I doubt he would see sun's light even after this week.

And if he is not caught, which I think he will be not, I would personally escort him back to where he belongs.

Not only him, but all the information related to all the high level spies that the table had planted in the government was sent to every news channel, radio channel, heck, even the tomorrow morning's newspaper would be related to this.

The table would be in a shiitstorm alone, they wouldn't be able to bring any help and would be left with no other choice than to comply with us, and if they do not agree, well, it's not just America that had High table official and seat members.

"Well, that went well gentlemen, now let's send a gift back to the table." I said as I told the men to stuff the buses they came in with all the bodies, or should I say, pieces.

The drivers would take the bus back where they came from, it would become a good deterrent against people thinking to be against us.

The buses were sent back as I could hear gritting of teeths from miles away.

The morning came as Morpheus and John moved out with 4 squads and all the mercenaries that we hired on double pay. These will ease our taking of power.

I stayed at the hotel as I saw over the cleaning of the hotel, there were red splatters all over that needed to be clean.

Now, all we needed to do was wait, and let the days pass, cause as time went ahead, the pressure the table would have to deal with would increase day by day.

## 3 POV ##

Three three days passed since the massacre at the Hotel.

The country was in an uproar, many of the upper officials, politicians and businessmen were raided by IRS and FBI.

IRS had all the conclusive evidence the black money that these people embezzled, and the FBI had evidence, witness and even video proof too in some cases of all the crimes committed by them.

They all were in for a lifetime.

Many tried to escape but dies due to many anonymous bounties I put in the underworld.

In one word, it was a 'Clusterfuuck'.

One by one, the high table lost its assets and it's people all accross the country, but mainly in New York City, The city was now fully under control of Winston and Morpheus.

On the surface, everything looked normal while in the underworld, everyone now knew of four names that successfully rebelled against the high table and won.

New York was now off limits to anyone even half related to the table, those who changed their fealty now worked as before but with different bosses nor did it make a difference to them.

The names, Winston the 'wizard', 'Bowery, the king' and 'Bobby the bane' became famous in the underworld, the Boogeyman was already too famous.

While this was happening, the Mexican Mafia was running away from Interpol, the Anti terror forces and all the police.

3 days back, he was still a respected politician, a very successful businessman and a philanthropist. But all changed when suddenly the news of him being the head of the Mexican Mafia was disclosed, but this time, with all the conclusive evidence that was being aired on international television and printed on every newspaper in the world.

Not only did he lose his fame, support and respect. His power also became nothing.

Everyone he could think of could help him was too being hunted like dogs.

Currently he was sitting in moroccan continental, one of the oldest continentals of the world, the place where the high table established, the place where all the coins took birth.

When he came here, he didn't even bought his clothes with him, he just grabbed every coin he could and took the private plane directly to Morocco.

Which were almost 10000 coins in themselves.

Not only his power, he lost most of his money too, every property he owned, in his name or someone else's, everything was siezed, his business were freezed and somehow most of his offshore accounts were empty.

The real culprit behind all of this was of course Bobby.

He drained the offshore accounts he had of every single penny, a total of 247 million dollars went directly to secure accounts he had.

He acquired the offline hard disk almost a week ago, it just took some time to find a way through the firewalls and find out the account numbers and passwords.

Right now, Bobby was in a commercial airliner to Morocco, unknown to everybody, the pilot, the security, the staff, everyone was bribed through and through to mask his approach to the continental in Morocco.

His plan was...

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