Richard stormed into Julian’s dark office, his flashlight cutting through the pitch-black room.

He spotted the leather-bound ledger resting on the desk and let out a victorious, cruel laugh.

He greedily snatched the book, believing he had finally erased the evidence of his corruption.

Suddenly, the massive office doors slammed shut and automatically locked with a heavy metallic click.

The room was instantly flooded with blinding, high-intensity tactical lights.

Julian stepped out from the shadows, looking immaculate in a tailored suit and entirely uninjured.

"You really should verify your reading material, Richard," Julian taunted, his voice dripping with ice.

Richard opened the folder, his face turning pale as he realized the documents were entirely fake.

He screamed at his mercenaries to shoot, but red laser sights suddenly painted their chests.

A dozen heavily armed FBI agents dropped from the ceiling vents, their weapons drawn and ready.

"Drop your weapons immediately!" the lead agent commanded, entirely surrounding the terrified intruders.

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Richard lunged forward in a blind, pathetic rage, aiming a small silver pistol directly at Julian.

Before he could pull the trigger, an agent tackled him violently to the hardwood floor.