Jason didn't waste another second. He tapped his earpiece, his voice turning sharp and professional. "Falcon 07, move out! Immediate extraction at the main entrance. Go!"
Outside the auction mansion, the sound of screeching tires and roaring engines shattered the quiet prestige of the estate. A massive convoy of twelve black, armored SUVs, each bearing the silver Royal logo on the grille, swept into the driveway. They executed a perfect tactical formation, coming to a halt directly in front of the main steps.
Ethan stepped out of the mansion's shadows, the bright streetlights catching the cold glint in his eyes. Behind him, Samantha and Emily followed, still dazed and uncertain, while Congressman Thompson walked at Ethan's side, looking like a man who had just witnessed the birth of a new world power.
