Chapter 5 - The Corrupt Syndicate
My father did not lower his weapon, even as four laser sights painted bright red dots across his chest.
Ryan sneered, revealing that his family possessed deep connections with the local underground crime syndicate.
He bragged that the men standing behind him were paid specifically to ensure he never faced consequences.
The armed mercenaries demanded that my father drop his gun and hand over the pregnant woman.
I watched in absolute horror from the crushed ambulance as my father weighed his impossible options.
He knew that surrendering would mean my immediate death, but fighting would result in a bloody massacre.
A fresh contraction ripped through my body, forcing a loud, agonizing scream from my lips.
My father's eyes hardened with lethal determination as he refused to back down.
Before the mercenaries could pull their triggers, the blinding spotlight of a police helicopter suddenly illuminated the street.
The deafening roar of the rotors drowned out the pouring rain as tactical military vehicles swarmed the intersection.
My father had activated the emergency distress beacon on his radio the moment the ambulance was hit.
Dozens of elite army rangers poured out of the vehicles, vastly outnumbering Ryan's hired thugs.
The mercenaries immediately dropped their weapons, realizing they were completely outmatched by the United States military.
Soldiers dragged Ryan to the pavement, aggressively pressing his face into the muddy asphalt.
Medical teams rushed to the ambulance, carefully extracting me from the dangerous wreckage.
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They placed me on a new stretcher and sprinted toward a waiting armored medical transport.
Just as they loaded me into the vehicle, the fetal heart monitor strapped to my stomach began to emit a terrifying, flatlining tone.
