The Dangerous Wealthy Punk

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Six

As the plane lifted off, taking off over the city lights, Armstrong felt a surge of control. He had gotten away for presently, but the amusement was distant from over. He knew the battle was coming, and he arranged to confront it head-on. His adversaries could be closing in, but he wouldn't go down without a battle.

In the interim, back at the Fantastic Grand, the inn security groups, at first suspicious of the expanded motorcade, stood down. The chief, diminished to have maintained a strategic distance from a major occurrence, requested the jeeps back into capacity.

Be that as it may, in the midst of the returning vehicles, one remained lost. It was the subtle dark jeep, the one Armstrong had unobtrusively taken advantage of within the disarray. It contained a covered up compartment, a mystery known as it were to him, where he had reserved a little weapons store and a burner phone. This was his genuine elude case, prepared to be sent at a moment's notice.

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