Wilhelmina stared in shock at the dense vehicles outside, then was pulled into Hans Borg’s arms. He wrapped her in his outer coat, holding her protectively. Just as he did, a foreign object hit the car window with a loud bang.
Wilhelmina trembled, held tighter by Hans. “Don’t be afraid!” he softly comforted her. “We are safe in the car.”
Dense impacts surrounded the hover car—stones, mud, dead animals.
“Sir?” the adjutant called out.
“No counterattack!” Hans Borg shouted, his authoritative voice making Wilhelmina feel secure as she clutched his clothing. The adjutant and guards reluctantly lowered their guns.
“Continue to call for help! Absolutely do not land!” Hans ordered the driver.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a pressure from above suddenly struck the roof, violently shaking the car and causing it to drop. Hans Borg held Wilhelmina tightly, as she remained brave and calm.
“Sir, we can’t hold on!” the driver struggled with the steering wheel, but the pressure was overwhelming for the hover car. The vehicle landed with a loud bang.
“Hold onto me, don’t look,” Hans whispered to Wilhelmina, drawing his pistol. The mob rushed over, beating the car with metal rods, cracking the bulletproof glass and triggering a sharp alarm.
The rescue team had not yet arrived, and they couldn’t hold out much longer. Charging out was impossible. Hans issued a final order, and the guards surrounded them, forming a human wall for Wilhelmina. The front windows had shattered and were on the verge of breaking completely.
Hans raised his gun, feeling adrenaline rush through him. He was a former military man, experienced in battle, and the violent instincts within him were awakening.
Wilhelmina heard the sound of the safety being released. She swallowed but did not feel afraid. She emerged from her clothes to see Hans Borg’s tense face, filled with unfamiliar emotions—resolute and bloodthirsty excitement.
Borg aimed his gun at a man about to smash the front glass, poised to pull the trigger. Just then, a small hand rested on his gun hand.
“Wait…”
Chapter 11
The metal rod’s downward motion was halted by a sharp siren. Smoke grenades filled the area with a choking mist, and those who resisted were hit by magnetic rounds from riot guns, twitching before collapsing.
