Breaching the primary perimeter chains of the shipyard, three secondary CIA armored interceptors flooded the sector, but before they could establish a suppressive line, the matte-black **Rolls-Royce Phantom** detonated through the thermal smoke screen. Rider held the wheel with a vice grip, pinning the throttle as automatic fire defected off the reinforced ballistic glass.
In the rear compartment, Abir leaned over Arisa's terminal. Her display was green, actively executing a brutal brute-force attack on Washington D.C.'s metropolitan transit grid.
"Abir, they've locked down the entire Potomac highway system, brother!" Arisa reported, her voice sharp over the roar of the propulsion. "We have two tactical Blackhawk helicopters holding air superiority directly above our vector. If we don't clear the primary suspension bridge in ten seconds, we are boxed in!"
Abir extracted two high-grain magazines from his utility rig, slapping them into the wells of his twin Desert Eagles with absolute finality. His gray eyes focused through the glass, measuring the altitude of the lead aircraft.
"Open the structural sunroof, Rider, brother!" Abir commanded, his voice dead calm. "The CIA assumes air superiority grants them leverage. They are about to realize the Devil commands the vertical plane."
*Click—*
The Phantom's roof panel glided back, and Abir transitioned into the opening, the freezing midnight air tearing at his grey overcoat. As the lead Blackhawk lowered its spotlight to pin their vector, Abir extended his right arm, stabilizing his weapon with mechanical precision.
Before the airborne marksman could depress his trigger, Abir fired twice, targeting the helicopter's rear rotor gearbox assembly through the mist.
*BANG! BANG!*
Two specialized tungsten rounds punctured the housing. The rear assembly dissolved into static sparks, sending the multi-million dollar aircraft into an uncontrollable spin before it slammed into an industrial warehouse along the bank.
*💥 C-C-BOOM!*
A localized fireball lit up the Washington skyline, forcing the trailing ground units to drop their velocity to avoid the debris field.
"Target neutralized, Boss!" Rider yelled, checking his tactical mirrors. "But the secondary Blackhawk is adjusting altitude to drop a heavy spike strip at the bridge terminal, brother!"
"Abir, I've bypassed the municipal power substation for the bridge sector!" Arisa announced, her thumb hovering over the final execution key. "In five seconds, the entire local electrical array goes dark. Rider... do not yield. Maximum propulsion!"
Abir dropped back into the leather cabin as Rider engaged the secondary fuel bypass. The armored Phantom surged past 300 km/h onto the concrete deck of the bridge. Simultaneously, Arisa struck the key, sending a massive high-voltage surge through the bridge's main power lines.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
The structural light towers exploded in sequence, raining steel and high-voltage sparks onto the pursuing CIA vehicles. Blinded and caught in the kinetic chain reaction, the secondary helicopter clipped a suspension cable, plunging directly into the freezing waters of the Potomac below.
Slicing through the cloud of smoke and shattered metal, the Phantom dissolved into the suburban underground transit tunnels of the capital.
Abir struck his gold-plated lighter, drawing a calm breath from his cigarette. He looked at Arisa, his features settling into that terrifying, remorseless grin. "Director Omar has officially received our opening invoice, brother. Now, prepare the breach matrix for their central headquarters."
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