Chapter - 304
The air in the penthouse was no longer air. It was a glittering, lethal fog of suspended diamonds and adrenaline.
Rick didn't run; he launched himself. The "bulletproof" Italian suit stretched tight across his shoulders as he dove headfirst into the kaleidoscope of refracted light. To his left, Sharon was a blur of tactical black, her boots skidding on the polished marble as she flanked wide.
The three Elite Guards were in chaos. Their high-tech visors, designed to amplify low light and track thermal signatures, had just been hit with the optical equivalent of a flashbang set off inside an eyeball. They were stumbling back, clawing at their helmets, their amplified audio sensors picking up the clatter-clink-clatter of a million dollars in diamonds hitting the floor.
"MY EYES! SYSTEM RESET! SYSTEM RESET!" the center guard roared, his voice a distorted, digitized screech of pain. He was firing his railgun blindly, sweeping the room in a panic.
THWIP-THWIP-THWIP!
