Chapter 13 - The Fortress Breached
The brutal execution of the traitorous guard sent a massive, terrifying shockwave throughout the entire criminal underworld.
Adrian immediately fortified his mansion, transforming the luxurious estate into an impenetrable, highly militarized compound.
He ordered Maya and Lily to remain entirely within the heavily reinforced steel walls of the underground safe room.
For three agonizing days, the city held its breath, completely waiting for the massive Russian retaliation that everyone knew was coming.
It happened on a Friday evening, just as a violent, blinding thunderstorm began completely battering the windows of the estate.
The deafening boom of thunder was suddenly, violently accompanied by the massive explosion of the front gate being breached.
"They are hitting the perimeter, Boss, and they brought heavily armored assault vehicles!" his captain shouted through the radio.
Adrian sat entirely calm in the center of his command room, watching the chaos unfold on multiple glowing security monitors.
Viktor Volkov was not attempting a quiet, strategic assassination; he was launching a full-scale, devastating military siege.
Dozens of heavily armed Russian mercenaries poured onto the beautiful green lawn, completely shredding the expensive landscaping with automatic gunfire.
Adrian’s men fiercely returned fire from reinforced bunker positions, dropping several mercenaries in the muddy grass.
"Do not let a single one of those bastards cross the threshold of this house," Adrian commanded coldly into his headset.
Suddenly, the security feed for the eastern wing of the mansion violently static-screened and went completely black.
They had aggressively blown the power relay station, plunging half of the massive estate into terrifying, total darkness.
Adrian realized immediately that the frontal assault was merely a loud, incredibly bloody distraction for a secondary infiltration.
"They are going for the safe room ventilation shafts," Adrian realized, his heart hammering violently against his ribs.
He completely ignored his own safety protocols, heavily engaging the advanced motors of his tactical wheelchair.
He raced down the dark, echoing hallways toward the basement, completely drawing his heavy firearm in preparation for violence.
He rounded the final corner just as three masked Russian mercenaries successfully blew the heavy steel hinges off the safe room door.
"Get away from my family!" Adrian roared, firing completely accurately while accelerating his wheelchair directly toward them.
The first mercenary took a heavy bullet directly to the chest, violently collapsing backward into the dark hallway.
The remaining two spun around, raising their automatic rifles to completely annihilate the paralyzed man rushing them.
But they had completely underestimated the devastating, aggressive modifications Adrian had made to his specialized chair.
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Adrian pressed a hidden button on his armrest, firing a blinding, intensely bright flashbang grenade directly from the frame of the chair.
The hallway erupted in completely blinding white light, giving the king the exact fraction of a second he needed to strike.
