Devastating Secret Device Inside Briefcase Shatters Billionaire's Criminal Empire as Traitor Daughter Exposes Hostile Takeover to Save Dying Father's Legacy
CHAPTER 2
The high-pitched wail of police sirens multiplied rapidly, bouncing off the damp brick walls of the narrow service alley as flashing red and blue lights illuminated the rain-slicked pavement.
Victor Dane’s arrogant smile instantly froze, his eyes widening in sudden, panicked confusion as he looked down at the thick folder in his gloved hands.
"What is the meaning of this, Elena?" Victor demanded, his voice dropping an octave as his platinum cufflinks caught the strobe-like reflection of emergency lights. "You said the police were bribed to ignore this district until midnight!"
Elena didn't retreat, nor did she flinch; she simply smoothed the lapel of her dry charcoal suit coat and took a deliberate step backward, placing herself firmly between Victor’s armed bodyguards and me.
"I said your security detail paid off the local precinct, Victor," Elena replied, her voice ringing out through the alley with absolute, terrifying clarity. "I never said anything about the Federal Bureau of Investigation or the Department of Justice."
Four dark armored SUVs slammed to a halt at both ends of the narrow alleyway, blocking every possible exit route with heavy steel bumpers.
Federal agents wearing tactical vests stamped with high-visibility gold letters tumbled out of the vehicles, raising semi-automatic rifles toward Victor’s stunned security team.
"Federal agents! Put your hands in the air and drop your weapons immediately!" an officer shouted through a megawatt bullhorn, his command echoing like thunder off the concrete.
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Victor’s lead bodyguard instinctively reached inside his leather jacket, but before his hand could touch his sidearm, two red laser dots settled directly on his chest.
"Drop it!" the agent yelled again, prompting the bodyguard to slowly unclip his holster and let his weapon clatter uselessly onto the wet asphalt.
