Chapter 8 - The Falling Empire
The heavy rain continued to pour fiercely as the federal cruisers completely blocked the road.
Dozens of heavily armored tactical agents leaped from their vehicles with weapons instantly raised.
A loud voice boomed through a megaphone, ordering Eleanor and her guards to drop their weapons.
Eleanor's face drained of all color as she realized the data upload had actually been successful.
The encrypted laptop had flawlessly transmitted the corrupt financial ledger to the FBI servers.
The loyal security guards immediately dropped their expensive assault rifles onto the wet ground.
They knew perfectly well that no amount of money was worth dying in a massive police shootout.
Eleanor screamed furiously at her men, demanding they fight back against the authorities.
Instead, the lead tactical agent firmly grabbed Eleanor and slapped heavy steel handcuffs onto her wrists.
The powerful matriarch kicked and cursed, her elegant facade entirely and permanently destroyed.
Paramedics rushed fiercely past the arrested criminals to treat Marcus's severe gunshot wound.
Hannah knelt beside him in the mud, crying overwhelming tears of profound relief.
Marcus smiled weakly through the intense pain and squeezed her trembling hand tightly.
He whispered gently that they had finally defeated the monsters controlling their entire lives.
An agent helped Hannah to her feet and wrapped a warm thermal blanket securely around her shoulders.
She watched closely as Eleanor was violently shoved into the back of a police transport van.
The nightmare that had haunted her entire existence was finally coming to a decisive end.
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Then, Hannah noticed a familiar figure standing quietly near the tree line in a black mourning suit.
Julian smiled wickedly at her from the shadows and simply walked away into the dark forest.
