“I said, throw your mobile down. No use for it.”
One of the agents in heavy black gear aimed his M4 carbine at Lucian’s head, a red laser dot locking onto his forehead.
A second later, the other agents followed suit.
Now, five maybe seven red dots marked his skin.
Behind him, the agents whispered through their comms.
“I thought he’d at least wait until we got outside before starting problems.” Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire
“Yeah… is he really that confident we won’t do anything?”
“Or is he just that reckless?”
Lucian, unfazed, kept tapping on his phone, fingers moving lazily.
“Relax,” he sighed. “I was just sending a message. I can’t go around killing people at every turn, can I?”
His voice was calm, amused.
“I’m not some cold-blooded lunatic who just kills for fun unless someone stands in my way.”
He smirked.
“And you guys? You’re just doing your jobs. ill Spare you guys.”
He finally lifted his gaze, meeting the lead agent’s eyes.
“So, let’s handle this calmly, yeah?”
Meleonora, the General, and the purple-haired man instinctively took a few steps away.
Just in case.
These agents gets enough of lucian and…
At least it wasn’t a nuke this time.
The General exhaled quietly.
“Maybe he’s actually trying to get out of this cleanly. If we’re lucky, someone high up will pull strings for him.”
Because if not…
Lucian Kane wasn’t just a criminal now.
He was a global-level threat.
And the World Council? They didn’t negotiate with threats.
They erased them.
The General had seen too many cover-ups in his career.
“If they decide to clean up this mess, we’re dead too.”
And his arms were hurting.
“Damn young men these days no respect for there elders…”
He sighed, irritated.
Suddenly
BOOM.
A gunshot rang out.
Takk-takk.
Lucian’s phone clattered to the floor.
Shattered.
Lucian slowly looked up.
One of the GIA agents had fired.
The bullet had hit his phone dead center, precise not a single scratch on him.
The shooter’s expression didn’t change.
“Next time, it’ll be your hand, kid.”
His voice was flat, empty of emotion.
Lucian raised an eyebrow.
Then, he nodded, impressed.
“Nice shot.”
His lips curled into a grin.
“You guys are talented.”
He shook his head, completely unbothered.
“Not that it matters.”
The GIA agents stiffened.
A slow, lazy smirk spread across Lucian’s face.
“The message was already sent.”
His words hung in the air.
The lead agent clicked his tongue.
“Of course it was.”
But it didn’t change anything.
This was the GIA.
Not some small-time government agency.
“We’ll see who comes for you,” the agent muttered, shaking his head.
“It won’t matter much.”
Lucian just smiled.
One of the agents sighed through his comms.
“These rich kids… who keeps handing them all this high-tech gear to play with?”
He exhaled.
“Move.”
His gun nudged forward.
“Keep walking. Outside.”
Lucian rolled his shoulders, stuffing his hands back into his pockets as he strolled forward.
Outside the hospital, the parking lot was swarming with armed forces.
Dozens of black military jeeps and armored vehicles were stationed around, forming an impenetrable blockade.
At least twenty to thirty heavily armed agents stood on high alert, assault rifles in hand, scanning the surroundings with sharp, trained eyes.
Even at every corner and rooftop, more soldiers were positioned, ensuring that no one entered or left unnoticed.
Lucian’s gaze swept over the area, his eyes drifting toward the hospital’s main entrance.
Something felt… odd.
There wasn’t a single civilian in sight.
Not a single car passing on the roads beyond.
The entire area had been completely sealed off.
Lucian hummed to himself.
“Tch. They’re efficient. I’ll give them that.”
He walked forward freely, hands in his pockets, completely unbothered.
Meleonora, the General, and the purple-haired man followed, but unease crept over them.
The scene was unnatural.
The hospital, usually buzzing with patients, visitors, and medical staff, now felt like a ghost town.
A place that should have been crowded, now eerily empty.
As if it had never been alive in the first place.
“Alright, first things first drop all your weapons.”
A deep, commanding voice rang out.
Lucian turned his attention to the tallest agent in sight.
The man was massive broad shoulders, a towering frame, and an air of complete authority.
The moment he spoke, his men moved in perfect sync, forming a tight perimeter around them.
“Line up.”
The order was firm.
No one dared to resist.
In less than two minutes, the process was complete.
Weapons dropped.
Weapons checked.
Weapons confiscated.
Meleonora had a bomb vest strapped underneath her coat, along with a Glock.
The two guards who had accompanied her were carrying pistols.
The General had three hidden firearms on him, neatly tucked away until they weren’t.
The purple-haired man?
Absolutely nothing.
Lucian?
He let them search him without resistance.
“Sir, he has no weapons on him.”
One of the agents reported back to the towering leader.
The man’s expression remained unreadable as he turned to Lucian, his cold, assessing gaze boring into him.
“Throw out anything else you have, kid.”
Lucian raised a brow.
“I already let you check me. What, you think I can pull guns out of thin air?”
His tone was casual. Mocking.
Meleonora flinched.
Her body tensed, hands clenching at her sides.
Because she knew.
She knew that Lucian could do exactly that.
Machine guns. RPGs. Anything.
He had proven it before.
She wanted to scream, to warn them, but she bit her tongue.
She was already in trouble. She wasn’t about to make things worse.
The leader didn’t react immediately.
For exactly two minutes, he just… stared.
Unwavering.
Unmoving.
Like he was measuring Lucian.
Lucian simply smirked back.
“Have it your way.”
The agent’s voice was heavy. Deadly serious.
“Just know, if even one of my men gets injured because of you… I’ll put a bullet through your skull myself.”
Lucian shrugged.
But before he could respond
Everyone turned.
A shift in the air.
The entire GIA unit simultaneously snapped their heads toward the hospital gates.
Because a car had arrived.
A black Rolls-Royce.
Sleek. Expensive.
Fully matte black.
It glided through the sealed perimeter like it belonged there.
They really fast these days
Lucian smiled.
The team leader’s expression hardened.
He gave a small nod.
Immediately
Thirty to forty agents lifted their assault rifles.
All guns locked onto the vehicle.
Aiming.
Prepared to fire.
The car didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow down.
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