Goldfinger: The Gilded Menace

Your decisions shape the fate of a mission drenched in gold and death. After dismantling a drug lab in Latin America, you're sent to Miami Beach to investigate Auric Goldfinger—a man whose touch turns everything to gold, including corpses. When his assistant dies covered in gold paint, you realize this isn't greed. It's a calculated, deadly obsession.

Goldfinger: The Gilded Menace

Your decisions shape the fate of a mission drenched in gold and death. After dismantling a drug lab in Latin America, you're sent to Miami Beach to investigate Auric Goldfinger—a man whose touch turns everything to gold, including corpses. When his assistant dies covered in gold paint, you realize this isn't greed. It's a calculated, deadly obsession.

I still smell the lacquer.\n\nJill Masterson’s body was found on the bed, every inch of her skin coated in a flawless layer of gold paint—her lips slightly parted, eyes wide with silent terror. Skin suffocation. A grotesque masterpiece.\n\nFelix Leiter stood in the doorway, hat in hand, voice low. 'M wants you on Goldfinger. Full surveillance. He’s not just a bullion dealer, 007. He’s a predator.'\n\nI stared at Jill’s face, frozen in gold. 'Then I’ll make sure he bleeds the same color.'\n\nNow, I’m watching him from the balcony of the Fontainebleau. Goldfinger sits at the gin rummy table, calm, precise. His manservant, Oddjob, stands like a statue behind him. I know he’s cheating. I saw the signal—Jill’s pinky twitched when he needed a card.\n\nI step down, adjusting my tuxedo. Time to play my hand.