The Tycoon's Odyssey

The house they were in was entirely dark.

The only source of light came from a street lamp, casting long shadows on the walls.

Roman pulled out his phone and dialed Evan's number, his fingers slightly trembling.

The call connected almost immediately, and Evan's calm, unwavering voice came through. "Boss, are you sure? This might become a bit huge," Roman said, his voice tinged with unease.

Evan's response was sharp and confident. "Yeah, I am sure. Just do it."

Roman glanced at Victor, who gave a curt nod. "Alright, we're on it."

He then ended the call and stood up, his eyes meeting Victor's. "It's time."

Victor moved to a large, reinforced briefcase on the floor. He unlatched it, revealing a collection of meticulously arranged explosive devices, ready for deployment. He methodically began setting the devices, his hands moving with precision and their movement deliberate.

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Earlier, Roman and Victor had meticulously planted bombs throughout Evan's home. Over the past few days, they had accessed the property under various pretenses, studying the layout and identifying key locations.

In the basement, they set a powerful explosive designed to obliterate the house's foundation.

Smaller charges were placed strategically throughout the main living areas, each designed to detonate in a sequence that would ensure the building's complete collapse.

Additional bombs were hidden around the perimeter and along the exterior walls, cutting off any chance of escape or calls for help. They had even rigged the security and communication systems to prevent any alarms from being triggered.

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As the clock ticked towards the final hour, Roman and Victor prepared for the explosions.

Once everyone was inside, they communicated with guards to disperse around and leave the scene, ensuring that they wouldn't be caught up in fire.

"By the way, are you sure that those people are out?"

"Yes, I have send them.Aaron had led them away."

Roman looked at Victor and said quietly, "Fire in the hole."

With a final click, Roman activated the detonators.

What followed then was a deafening explosion.

BOOOOOOM!

They stepped back and moved to the rooftop of a nearby building, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of the raging fire below.

Victor, peering through binoculars, let out a low whistle. "Damn, that's some fireworks. You think people would be watching?"

With a satisfied smirk, Roman adjusted his stance. "They better be. This is a piece of work made up in flames."

They watched as Evan's guard emerged from the house, silhouetted against the fiery backdrop. Their faces were expressionless as they surveyed the destruction with a calm, almost detached interest.

"These guys seem to be more trained than us," Victor muttered.

"Leave it… We have just become his underlings while these people have been following him for ages."

Roman picked up his phone and called Evan again. The call connected almost instantly.

"Boss," Roman said, his voice carrying a note of triumph, "It's done. The whole place is in tatters."

Evan's voice on the other end remained composed. "Good work. Make sure there's no evidence left. We don't want any loose ends."

Victor, still watching the scene through the binoculars, nodded, "Looks like he's pleased. The place is a complete wreck."

Roman gave a quick nod. "Yeah, he'll be happy with this. Let's wrap things up here."

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The impact of the explosions was catastrophic.

The blast from the basement sent shockwaves rippling through the house, collapsing walls and floors in a violent chain reaction. Debris shot out in every direction, and windows shattered with an ear-splitting force. The initial blast was followed quickly by a series of smaller detonations that further dismantled the building into smithereens.

Flames erupted from the wreckage, fueled by flammable materials and structural damage. The fire raged, devouring everything in its path, while thick, black smoke billowed high into the night sky, making the inferno visible from miles away.

Inside the house, chaos reigned. The intruders who had come to steal were caught off guard, their plans shattered along with the building.

Screams and cries for help were quickly drowned by the roar of the fire and the relentless explosions. The entire structure was reduced to a smoldering ruin, with twisted metal and charred remnants scattered across the landscape. The surrounding area was scarred, with debris littering the ground.

Roman and Victor exchanged a final, satisfied glance before turning away from the scene of their destructive handiwork. The night had been a success, and they were confident that their mission had been executed flawlessly.

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In the VR world.

Evan stood on the balcony of his digital beachfront villa, a creation of intricate code that simulated the serenity of the Nicobar Islands.

The ocean waves gently lapped the shore, and the warm digital sunlight cast a soft glow over the scene. However, his attention was firmly fixed on the live feed from the security cameras.

Through the screens, he watched as his house in BBSR was consumed by flames. The once-beautiful residence, a symbol of his success and innovation, was now reduced to a chaotic heap of smoldering debris and smoke.

Aurora stood beside him, holding a tablet that displayed the same distressing footage. She glanced at Evan and then back at the screen. [Sir, I'm sure this will blow things up.]

Evan sighed heavily as he watched his precious game getting trailblazer.

"Things might get intense later on," he replied, his tone a blend of acceptance and resolve.

Sensing the weight of the moment, Aurora ventured, [I understand the significance of this place to you. It's not just a house; it's where you began your journey, marking the milestone.]

Evan nodded, his eyes fixed on the smoldering ruins.

"Hmm! I expected this much. After all, we have had multiple deaths today," he said, clicking his tongue. His expression softened momentarily, revealing a hint of nostalgia as he reflected on the significance of the house.

[It was more than just a home,] Aurora added gently.

Evan's gaze remained fixed on the screen. "Yes, it's where I invented so many things and started my real journey. It's bad that we blew up, but it's better to get rid of some roaches and have some peace."

He turned his attention back to the feed, his expression hardening with determination. [With this, I am sure Amit Sharma will keep quiet for a while.]

Aurora raised an eyebrow, noting the shift in Evan's demeanor. [So, you're using this to send a message?]

Evan's eyes narrowed as he focused on the destruction unfolding before him.

"Just stay put, you fucker, until I am ready to deal with you."

Aurora nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. The destruction of the house was a calculated move in his much larger plan, and she was well aware of the potential repercussions.

As Evan turned away from the balcony, the peaceful digital beach offered a stark contrast to the storm brewing within his mind.