Chapter 27 - The Raid
Victorâs private warehouse was heavily fortified, guarded by armed mercenaries who were paid to shoot on sight.
But they had never faced the coordinated, overwhelming fury of the Al-Farsi strike team.
Tariqâs men breached the perimeter in under sixty seconds, disabling the security cameras and cutting the power grid.
Gunfire erupted in the darkness, but Tariq moved through the chaos with chilling precision.
He did not hide behind his guards; he kicked down the reinforced steel doors of the climate-controlled vault himself.
Victor, who had been secretly inspecting his hoarded supply, shrieked in terror as the heavy door crashed to the floor.
Tariq grabbed the pharmaceutical CEO by the throat, slamming him against the concrete wall with enough force to crack it.
"Where is it?" Tariq roared, pressing the barrel of his weapon against Victorâs chest.
Victor sobbed, pointing a shaking finger toward a row of highly secure medical refrigerators.
Tariq shoved the pathetic man aside, commanding his medical experts to secure the cases of the antiviral medication.
As his men loaded the lifesaving drugs into the armored vehicles, Tariq turned back to Victor one last time.
"While you were busy hiding in here, my lawyers bought out your majority shareholders," Tariq revealed coldly.
"Your company belongs to me now, and you are going to federal prison for medical extortion."
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Tariq walked away, leaving Victor sobbing on the floor among his ruined empire.
He jumped into the lead SUV, screaming at his driver to get back to the estate as fast as humanly possible.
