The outskirts of Central City had become unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
Rainwater still lingered across broken roads while dark clouds slowly drifted across the afternoon sky.
And somewhere within that silence—
Riley Styles moved alone.
No security.
No Ethan.
No backup.
Only the black file Everlyn Vale handed him earlier that morning.
Adrian Vale's hidden properties.
Safehouses.
Private estates.
Abandoned facilities.
Possible Viper locations.
Riley calmly drove through the isolated roads with blood still faintly staining part of his sleeve from the explosion earlier.
His condition wasn't perfect.
Bruises covered parts of his body.
His shoulder ached from the escape.
But none of that mattered.
Not now.
Because one thing had become painfully obvious—
Someone had carefully orchestrated everything today.
Adrian's death.
The fake police.
The bomb.
And if Riley wanted answers...
Then Viper was still the best place to start.
