Instinctively, he turned to his right, only to be met with a shocking sight. The entire side of the car was gone, ripped away by the force of the blast, and with it, the president's daughter, Mia, had vanished.
For a moment, Erik's mind raced, trying to figure out what fate might have befallen the girl.
Could she have survived such an explosion? No. It wasn't possible. The blast had been too strong, and Mia didn't look like someone who spent time training and making neural links, which meant she was weak, which meant she must have been dead.
Erik clicked his tongue. If the blackguards knew about his plan, then they had to know who his target was, and yet, they had attacked anyway, knowing that the president's daughter would be caught in the crossfire.