le, nursing a cup of coffee, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlpool of recent events. The victory over Victor DeLuca and the revelation of the mole within their ranks were fresh wounds, both triump

. They rode the elevator to the top floor, their movements swift and silent. The door to Ivanov's penthouse was guarded by two imposing men. Alex and Lisa exchanged a glance, then moved in unison. The guards barely had time to react before they were disarmed and subdued. They burst into the penthouse, weapons drawn. Ivanov was seated at a large desk, flanked by more bodyguards. He looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was replaced by cold defiance. "FBI!" Alex shouted. "Hands where we can see them!" Ivanov's bodyguards moved to protect him, but they were quickly overpowered. Alex advanced on Ivanov, his gaze unwavering. "Nikolai Ivanov, you're under arrest for conspiracy, money laundering, and involvement in organized crime." Ivanov smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intelligence. "You think you can stop this, Agent Carter? You have no idea what you're dealing with." Alex cuffed him, his grip firm. "We'll see about that." --- Back at HQ, Ivanov was placed in an interrogation room. Alex and Lisa watched from behind the one-way mirror, strategizing their approach. Lisa turned to Alex, her expression serious. "He's not going to break easily. We need to play this smart." Alex nodded. "We'll start by showing him what we know. Let him see that we're closing in." They entered the room, their presence commanding. Ivanov looked up, his eyes cold and calculating. "Mr. Ivanov," Alex began, "we have enough evidence to put you away for a long time. But if you cooperate, things could go differently." Ivanov leaned back, his expression unreadable. "What do you want to know?" "Tell us about Arcadia Holdings," Lisa said, her tone firm. "And your connections to the larger network." For a moment, Ivanov was silent, weighing his options. Then he spoke, his voice calm and measured. "Arcadia Holdings is just one piece of the puzzle. There are many others, each with their own role to play." As Ivanov began to divulge details, Alex felt a mixture of satisfaction and apprehension. They were making progress, but the deeper they delved, the more dangerous the game became. --- The next few weeks were a blur of operations and investigations. Each new piece of information brought them closer to unraveling the conspiracy, but also revealed the true scale of their adversaries. High-ranking officials, influential businessmen, and international criminals were all part of the web. One evening, as Alex and Lisa worked late into the night, a breakthrough came. They had identified a key meeting of the network's leaders, set to take place in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. "This is it," Alex said, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We take them do