Chapter 50: Hostage Situation, Toxic Buildup, Explosive Conclusion!

Anthony Black placed a trembling finger on his comm device and barked into it. His voice was shaky but loud enough to cut through the murmurs of the terrified crowd.

"Security! Where the hell are you──!"

Before he could finish, Trickshot, who was still resting against his trolley, raised a hand and pointed at him lazily.

Before Anthony could finish, Trickshot, still casually leaning against his trolley, raised one hand and pointed at him lazily.

"Ah-ah, big guy. Be smart. Put it down."

Anthony froze as his hand hovered over the comm.

Trickshot's smile widened as he gestured to the crowd.

"And that goes for everyone. If I see a comm device or even a phone in anyone's hand…"

He lazily tapped his remote.

"… I'll blow someone's fucking brains out. Got it?"

The room fell into a tense silence.

The room froze.