Chapter 9 - The Global Broadcast
General Vance pulled his phone from his pocket, his face draining of all color as he stared at the screen.
I had successfully broadcasted the decrypted files not to the corrupt military, but to every major news outlet and foreign intelligence agency on the planet.
The detailed records of their illegal arms deals, massive bribes, and treasonous acts were now completely public knowledge.
Chaos instantly erupted on the docks as the corrupt agents realized their entire careers and lives were permanently ruined.
In the brief moment of absolute panic, I grabbed the barrel of Jax's pistol and twisted it violently upward.
The gun fired harmlessly into the air as I drove my knee fiercely into his groin and snatched the weapon from his hands.
I shot two of the closest corrupt agents in the legs, dropping them instantly to the concrete floor.
Vance tried to raise his weapon, but I fired a precise round that completely shattered his right kneecap.
He collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony as his stolen wealth and fake power crumbled around him.
Ethan panicked completely and sprinted cowardly toward the luxury yacht, abandoning his own family to save himself.
I turned my absolute focus to Brandon, who was still holding my terrified daughter hostage near the water.
He held a sharp combat knife directly against Emily's throat, demanding I drop my weapon immediately.
I stared him down with the cold, calculating precision of a mother who had absolutely nothing left to lose.
I didn't lower the gun; instead, I took a deliberate, threatening step directly toward him.
Brandon's hand shook violently, his fake bravado failing completely in the face of true military discipline.
Emily seized the momentary distraction and viciously bit down on Brandon's forearm with all her might.
He screamed and dropped the knife, allowing Emily to break free and dive onto the concrete deck.
I fired a single, perfect shot that grazed Brandon's ear, sending him falling backward into the freezing ocean.
I rushed forward and pulled Emily into my arms, shielding her as real FBI sirens finally began wailing in the distance.
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We looked toward the water and saw Margaret Prescott desperately starting the engine of a high-speed escape boat.
She was violently holding a terrified dockworker hostage, preparing to flee international waters and escape justice forever.
