Chapter 6 - The Traitor's Face
The three heavily armed mercenaries raised their assault rifles and aimed them directly at Alexander.
He realized Victoria had not just stolen his money, she had bought the loyalty of his entire private army.
He slowly raised his hands in the air, pretending to surrender to the inevitable execution.
The lead mercenary chuckled darkly and stepped forward to secure the billionaire.
Alexander waited until the man was exactly three feet away.
He reached into his pocket and pressed a small button hidden on his car keys.
A localized electromagnetic pulse erupted from the wrecked server behind the mercenaries.
The sudden EMP completely shorted out the mercenaries' advanced optics and electronic weapon sights.
The men shouted in confusion as their tactical gear sparked and failed in the smoke.
Alexander lunged forward with explosive speed and delivered a brutal punch to the leader's throat.
The man collapsed instantly, dropping his heavy rifle to the ash-covered floor.
Alexander spun around and kicked the knee of the second mercenary, breaking the joint with a sickening crack.
He grabbed the falling man's sidearm and aimed it directly at the third soldier.
"Drop the weapon right now!" Alexander roared with absolute authority.
The third mercenary dropped his rifle and raised his hands in absolute terror.
Alexander walked over to the bleeding leader and pressed his boot firmly against the man's chest.
"Why is my wife trying to kill me?" Alexander demanded in a lethal whisper.
The mercenary coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed weakly.
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"We are not here to kill you, boss," the mercenary wheezed.
"We were just ordered to delay you here while she takes the package."
