The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1257

At that moment, the fifth-floor security door swung open, and about a dozen guards, armed to the teeth, stepped out. But little did they know, Mirabella had already flipped the switch on the infrared system, which was now firing away at the unsuspecting group.

The two guards at the front weren't expecting the infrared to kick back on, mistaking them for intruders. They didn't stand a chance and got hit square on, blood splattering as wounds carved deep into their chests and legs like a hot knife through butter. Even their high-tech protective gear was useless.

The rest of the guards quickly scrambled back, retreating behind the safety door. The team leader, seeing his men down, scowled and quickly turned his focus down the corridor. He pressed his earpiece and barked orders to the control room, "Shut down the infrared and cut the power to the fifth floor!"

The control room folks got on it, hustling to the electrical room. Once the power was down, anyone inside would have no chance of slipping through their grasp.

Meanwhile, outside the research institute, Atlas was waiting anxiously. When the building suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, with alarms blaring, his heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Nick's been found out," muttered a tech guy next to him, his voice tight with worry. "What are we gonna do?"

The institute was a maze, and its security was top-notch, the kind you'd find in an international espionage thriller. If they got caught, getting out would be near impossible.

Atlas clenched his fists, his mind racing. Mr. Nick was like a young master to them, and the thought of something happening to him was unthinkable.

"You stay put," Atlas said, his mind made up. "I'm taking some guys to check out the institute. They're all busy chasing Mr. Nick right now, so we should be able to slip in."