592 Diego Garcia's Tricks and Trump Card

"What do you want? Money? Or something else? I can give you anything." Garcia's voice rang out; he had already opened the car door a crack.

Pa! Pa! Luke fired twice, leaving two holes in the windshield.

Garcia's face changed as he hid behind the door. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his belt, and a gray and black item popped out quietly.

"I have two million in cash at my place, and diamonds that are worth three million. I can give all of them to you as long as you let me go. How does that sound?" As he spoke, he gripped the gray and black item in his hand, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

By then, Luke had reached the front of the car and pointed his gun at where Garcia was hiding.

Suddenly, he twisted his body and turned his head as he moved to the side.

A tiny shadow flew past where his neck had been.