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Chapter 6

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wire. I can also slip it between your third and fo

silver tip half an inc

ife breathing through a rubber hose, unable to blink your own eyes. Do you

r gripped his chest. His knees began to knock against each othe

uldn't even nod. He was

lade finally shrieked, stumbling backward u

f his sanity. "Tucker, call the NYPD! She has

if he were a cockroach w

Law, any individual who provides uncompensated emergency assistance at the scene of an accident is granted complete civil and crim

hard, his throat

am a senior board-certified specialist with the International Traditional Medical Federation. M

You're nobody!" Slade scr

earn how to stand prope

's han

punch. It was

ntrated pulse of kinetic pressure that struck the lateral side of Slade's r

n

ort-circuited Slade's

aag

ed to water. His balance collapsed, his body twisted, and he hit the

, submissively, right a

and applause swept through the crowd. Spectators pulled out their phones, snapp

ade sobbed in rage, frantically pawing a

s bowed head. "It will dissipate in forty-five minutes. Consider

bad guy is kneeling! Pretty sister, you're

The terrifying, murderous aura she had projected m

corner of the lobby. It was 2:15 PM. She was fif

ad toward the elevators, rea

the private VIP express elevator

ors sl

earing earpieces and tactical sidearms beneath their j

tall, severe-looking man with silvering tem

ager rushed forward, hi

repeatedly. "We had an incident... but

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