Chapter 7 - The Iron Trap
The automated machine-gun turrets opened fire simultaneously, unleashing a terrifying, deafening hail of armor-piercing bullets against the trapped SUV.
The thick, bulletproof glass began to splinter and spiderweb rapidly under the intense, relentless kinetic pressure of the sustained attack.
Elena knew the armor would fail within seconds, so she slammed the gas pedal aggressively all the way to the floorboard.
She drove the heavy, massive vehicle directly forward, accelerating brutally into the reinforced glass security booth where Jax was hiding.
The violent impact shattered the booth completely, sending Jax flying across the concrete floor in a massive shower of sparks and broken glass.
The sudden, chaotic destruction severed the main electrical power cables running through the booth, instantly disabling the deadly automated turrets.
Elena kicked her ruined door open, jumped out of the smoking SUV, and grabbed the bleeding mechanic fiercely by his dirty collar.
She slammed Jax against the concrete wall, aiming her hot assault rifle directly at his face with zero hesitation in her eyes.
She demanded the exact location where Victor's men were holding her daughter, promising to end his life if he lied.
Jax sobbed in pure, pathetic terror and confessed that the hostage drop point was an abandoned, rusted shipyard located in Staten Island.
Elena and Isabella left the ruined SUV behind, stealing Jax's personal, high-speed motorcycle and speeding recklessly through the empty city streets.
They arrived at the desolate, foggy shipyard just as the pale morning sun began to rise over the cold, churning harbor water.
Elena held the silver USB drive high in the air, walking slowly and deliberately into the center of the maze of rusted shipping containers.
A massive, high-definition digital screen suddenly flickered to life on the side of a towering, yellow loading crane.
Victor's face appeared on the screen, smiling arrogantly from the absolute safety of his distant, luxurious corporate boardroom.
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He thanked Elena mockingly for delivering the drive, but informed her that she was currently standing on a highly sensitive, military-grade pressure mine.
Victor laughed cruelly and pressed a button on his desk, showing a live video feed of Lily tied to a chair in a completely different, unknown location.
