Chapter 16 - The Private Airfield
The secluded private airfield was completely silent, surrounded by dark, towering pine trees under the cold night sky.
Julian Hastings was rushing frantically up the metal stairs of his sleek private jet, carrying two massive, heavy steel briefcases filled with untraceable diamonds.
Elena's brilliant digital trap had worked absolutely perfectly; Julian had completely panicked when he realized his hidden crimes were fully exposed.
Before the jet's engines could fully power up, a heavy, armored pursuit vehicle smashed violently through the metal perimeter gates.
Mark and David leaped out of the moving vehicle, their weapons raised entirely aggressively toward the frightened pilot in the cockpit.
"Turn the engines off right now, or I will completely shoot out your tires!" David roared with terrifying authority.
The deeply terrified pilot instantly cut the power, plunging the expensive private jet into total darkness.
Julian rushed out onto the top of the metal staircase, his face completely pale as he pulled a silver pistol from his designer jacket.
"You are absolutely relentless, Mark!" Julian screamed desperately, aiming the weapon wildly into the dark night.
Mark did not flinch, walking slowly and fearlessly toward the steps with his own weapon aimed directly at Julian's chest.
"Your entire empire is completely over, Julian. The FBI is currently raiding your penthouse and freezing every single account you own," Mark stated coldly.
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Julian looked desperately at the dark trees, finally realizing that his wicked, arrogant plan had completely failed.
He dropped the heavy steel briefcases, the incredibly expensive diamonds spilling completely uselessly onto the cold tarmac.
