Novel & Cerita Black Widow Train

Dominic and I stumbled through a secondary blast door that had defaulted open, leading into a massive, dark subterranean hangar bay filled with old, rusted cargo trains used to transport raw silver ore from the deeper mines across the border into the human territories. We threw ourselves into the back of an open, rusted steel cargo container just as a secondary security squad burst into the hangar, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. The train gave a violent, hydraulic jolt, its massive electric engines groaning as the automated system began to pull the heavy transport away from the collapsing facility, accelerating down a long, dark tunnel that sloped deep into the uncharted neu

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

He looked her way, and she quickly stood at tension, saluting like a soldier. She cursed herself for doing that immediately. Madden got in the car without acknowledging it. He drove out with the girls. Adeline dropped her hand from her head slowly. Was that stupid? Yes. -- [A Dock- 9Pm] The black car pulled to a stop on the rusty ground, and Madden came out with the girls at the same time. The clan trades with several cartels, and Wild Boars are one of the biggest, so this is not their first meeting, but The Pakhan sensed a wrong click at their end, which is why he sent Madden instead of Igor to avoid unnecessary mishaps.

Whoever they were, they weren’t just following us—they were hunting us. I turned in my seat, watching as the dark sedan closed in. My fingers dug into the leather, my breathing shallow. "Dominic—" "Hold on!" A deafening horn blared ahead of us. I whipped my head around just in time to see the flashing red and white lights of a massive freight train cutting across the road. "Shit!" Dominic growled. Tires screeched as he yanked the wheel, veering sharply down a side street just before the train barriers lowered. The other car wasn’t so lucky. It slammed to a stop, trapped on the other side as the train thundered through.