Chapter 2 – Brussels Black Market
Chapter 2 – Brussels Black Market 🌃 Brussels – Omega’s Underground Auction House, 22:13 The black-market auction was held beneath an abandoned metro station. Dusty escalators led down into flickering fluorescent darkness, where crates of weapons, uranium rods, and parasite canisters lined the walls. Heavy iron doors sealed off private VIP suites. Men in tailored suits and tactical body armour mingled under the harsh lights. Iranian Revolutionary Guard officers, Russian mobsters, Pakistani ISI handlers, and rogue European defense contractors sipped cocktails while bidding millions on the world’s darkest wares. At the auctioneer podium stood Rahman Patel’s cousin , a skinny Indian man with a twitchy eye, droning into a cracked microphone: “Next item, Pakistani tactical nuclear warhead, unmarked, 45kg yield, starting at 40 million USD.” 🔫 Team Entry Salty’s team entered disguised as Belgian tactical contractors. Sarah wore a tight black tactical dress, cleavage pushing u...