Chapter 9 - The Final Standoff
Vance smiled wickedly and placed his finger firmly on the heavy trigger of his weapon.
He whispered that he was truly going to enjoy spending my money with my wife.
I stared directly down the dark barrel of the gun without blinking or showing a single ounce of fear.
Vance pulled the trigger with a sharp and decisive motion.
A loud metallic click echoed through the room, but the gun did not fire a single bullet.
The supposedly flammable gas pumping from the vents was actually a rapid corrosion fire suppressant foam.
I had specifically engineered the chemical mixture to instantly foul firearms and jam firing pins.
Vance stared at his useless weapon in absolute shock and confusion.
Tony capitalized on the brilliant distraction and struck Vance across the jaw with the butt of the shotgun.
Vance collapsed onto the floor in a pathetic heap of ruined arrogance.
The distant sound of wailing sirens rapidly approached the massive estate.
Tony had covertly contacted his former military colleagues working in the FBI before we ever arrived.
Dozens of heavily armored federal agents aggressively stormed into the ruined bedroom.
They quickly subdued the remaining mercenaries and slapped heavy iron handcuffs onto my traitorous family.
Harper screamed and cursed as she was forcefully dragged away by two massive federal agents.
Preston sobbed hysterically while a paramedic tightly bandaged his profusely bleeding leg.
Eleanor tried to play the innocent victim, but Tony handed the agents a recording of her crimes.
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I walked slowly past the wreckage of my bedroom and handed the poison vial to a waiting tactical medic.
My vision began to fade completely black as the poison finally overpowered my struggling heart.
