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Chapter 173: Into the Heart of Central Vista

Chapter 173: Into the Heart of Central Vista

Chapter: Into the Heart of Central Vista

The man in the black suit stood motionless, his polished shoes gleaming under the bright lights of the cavernous underground chamber.

His chest rose and fell as he exhaled deeply, steadying himself before taking the final steps toward the steel gate of the Central Vista.

Its imposing presence loomed ahead, a testament to the secrecy and power of the government’s hidden operations.

"What a high tech hide out we have built. It’s good that we called Logan back or else he would have done some crazy thing again."

In his hand, he held a sleek ID card. The edges shimmered faintly under the fluorescent glow as he raised it toward the small automated scanner embedded into the gate.

With a faint beep, the scanner’s light shifted from red to green, indicating access granted. Almost instantly, the heavy steel doors began to slide open with a low, mechanical hum.

The man watched, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of amazement.

The seamless precision of the mechanism and the sheer sophistication of the facility’s security left a lasting impression. They’ve truly spared no expense, he thought.

As the doors slid fully open, they revealed a pristine white interior.

The walls, floors, and even the ceiling were lined with gleaming white tiles that reflected the overhead lighting so intensely it made the room appear blindingly bright.

The man winced slightly, raising a hand to shield his eyes as he stepped forward.

After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the brightness, and he lowered his hand. He took in the scene before him with growing curiosity.

The Central Vista was enormous, far larger than he had expected. The sterile environment radiated an air of clinical precision, every corner immaculate and every surface polished to perfection.

At the center of the space stood a glass-walled chamber. Its transparent walls allowed a partial view of the activity within, though the man couldn’t yet make out the details.

Outside the glass chamber stood a middle-aged man with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing intently at something within. His stance exuded quiet authority.

The black-suited man’s gaze shifted. Around him, scientists in white lab coats bustled about, moving in and out of the glass chamber with purpose.

Some carried tubes filled with glowing liquids, while others pushed carts laden with advanced equipment. The atmosphere was charged with urgency, every person focused on their task.

As he began walking forward, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor, a scientist passed him hurriedly, clutching a clipboard covered in dense, handwritten notes.

The man in the black suit paused for a moment, watching the scientist as he disappeared through a side door.

They seem so rushed, he thought, narrowing his eyes. Whatever they’re working on must be critical.

The man was about to continue toward the glass-walled chamber when a deep voice called out from behind him.

"You’re early."

He froze for a moment, his gaze snapping toward the source of the voice.

The middle-aged man near the glass chamber hadn’t moved, his back still turned as he continued to study whatever lay beyond the transparent walls.

The black-suited man straightened his posture, adjusting the briefcase in his hand. He approached the man carefully, his footsteps measured.

"Ranger Logan," he began, his tone formal, "the government has sent me to obtain a status report on your project."

The man now identified as Ranger Logan remained still for a moment, his broad shoulders unmoving.

His casual attire—simple yet well-fitted—did little to diminish the commanding presence he radiated. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, each word carefully measured.

"It will take time," Logan said, still not turning around. "Tell the government to wait."

The curt response made the man in the black suit frown, annoyance flickering across his otherwise calm demeanor. First the soldiers, and now this, he thought. Why does everyone here act like they can dismiss me?

His grip on the briefcase tightened as his frustration grew. "You do realize I outrank you, don’t you?" he said, his voice sharper now. "I have authority over this operation."

For the first time, Logan moved. Slowly, he turned to face the man in the black suit. His sharp, dark eyes locked onto him with an intensity that felt almost tangible.

Logan’s gaze carried a weight, a silent power that pressed down on the black-suited man like an invisible force.

The man took an involuntary step back, his confidence faltering under the pressure of Logan’s presence.

He raised his hands in a placating gesture, his voice taking on a nervous edge. "I was joking," he said quickly, forcing a strained smile. "Calm down."

Logan’s eyes remained locked on him for a moment longer before the tension eased.

Without a word, Logan turned his attention back to the glass-walled chamber, his hands once again clasped behind his back.

The man in the black suit let out a quiet breath, lowering his hands. He adjusted his grip on the briefcase and tried to regain his composure.

This is no ordinary man, he thought, glancing at Logan’s broad frame and unshakable demeanor. No wonder the government entrusted him with this project.

The black-suited man’s gaze shifted to the glass-walled chamber once more, curiosity burning within him.

Whatever lay inside that room was the key to understanding the government’s operation—and perhaps the reason for Logan’s unyielding confidence.

Around him, the hum of activity continued. Scientists moved with purpose, their white coats billowing as they worked tirelessly.

Soldiers stood guard at every corner, their eyes sharp and their weapons ready.

The air buzzed with anticipation and pressure, the weight of something monumental unfolding within the hidden depths of Central Vista.

"So, a high-tech detection device is being made here that will identify the power holder?"

And as the black-suited man stood in silence, clutching his briefcase, the Chapter drew to a close, leaving him on the brink of uncovering the secrets that lay at the heart of the government’s most secure facility.