To the police officer, it appeared that Tate Landry had stumbled into the Treasure Pavilion out of sheer panic while being pursued. However, the truth was that the Treasure Pavilion was Tate Landry’s ultimate destination.


    Inside the Treasure Pavilion, the auction was still in full swing, with Deana busy signing various documents. As Tate Landry approached the entrance, a security guard intercepted him, stating, “Sir, please provide the entry code for this auction. We can’t allow entry until verification.”


    Seeing the police closing in behind him, Tate Landry quickly drew a pistol, aiming it at the guard’s forehead. “Cut the f*cking nonsense, or I will shoot you,” he threatened coldly.


    rmed by Tate’s actions, the pursuing police officers realized he was armed. Unfazed, he opened his padded jacket to reveal a vest packed with explosives.


    With a gun in one hand and an explosive trigger in the other, Tate dered, “Listen closely. The explosives on my vest are powerful enough to blow up mountains! If I press this button, this entire building will go up in mes. If you dare toe in, I’ll ensure everyone inside goes down with me!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The police officers were taken aback by Tate Landry’s boldness. Known for his willingness to resort to violence, he had previously used firearms, but explosives were a new element to consider. This revtion made the officers acutely aware of the danger he posed.


    Standing close enough to see, the officers noted the bulging vest Tate wore, adorned with what looked like long strips resembling ham sausages—clearly a powerful explosive. It was evident that if detonated, the oue would be catastrophic.


    One of the police officers shouted, “Tate Landry, don’t act recklessly! We can talk this through!”<fn40db> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? FιndＮovel</fn40db>


    Tate sneered, “Reckless? I’m already on the most wanted list. With so many homicides to my name, I have nothing left to lose. Whether it’s by this explosion or the death penalty, I’m going out in a ze. So you better do exactly as I say, or we’ll all go down together!”


    He then aimed the gun at the security guard’s head,manding, “Let me in and lock the door!”


    Obeying quickly, the security guard led Tate inside and locked the door tightly at his request.


    Tate snatched the key from the guard, saying coldly, “You,e with me!”


    The guard, fearing for his life,plied and entered the auction hall alongside Tate.


    Once inside, Tate brandished his gun and shouted to the auction attendees, “Everyone, listen up! Stay still and keep your heads down; anyone who tries to run will be shot!”


    Panic erupted in the hall as people screamed and scrambled to escape.


    In a bid to assert control, Tate fired three shots into the ceiling, shouting, “If you run, you die!”


    The sound of gunfire sent a wave of fear through the crowd, prompting most attendees to drop to the ground, covering their heads. A couple of individuals, however, still attempted to flee through a side door. Tate quickly fired twice, killing the nearest person attempting to escape. The tension in the room escted dramatically. After the shooting, Tate rushed down the corridor adjacent to the hall, knowing that his intended target was in an office nearby.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>