Cola sensed the danger immediately. His fur stood on end, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.The four of them quickly put on bulletproof vests and helmets, then headed up to the roof.Through their night-vision goggles, they saw crowds pouring into the neighborhood like a flood, armed with knives, pitchforks, clubs, and anything else they could use as a weapon.Glass shattered. Doors splintered. Gates buckled under repeated blows.Screams, sobs, and cries of pain filled the air. The sounds blended together until the entire neighborhood seemed to have descended into hell.The Robinsons' villa at the center of the neighborhood became the first target.They were the richest family in Westbridge, always eating well, driving luxury cars, and flying around in a helicopter. Naturally, the mob wanted them first.The rioters charged the gate, only to scream when the electrified metal shocked them. They raised ladders and tried to scale the walls, but the electric fence sent them cras
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