Rafael_Zimichut

Gregory Evans is called to investigate a terrorist attack and discovers that a radical Islamic group has been recruiting young people to carry out attacks in various locations in New York and there is only one person who can help him in the investigation, an enemy from the past.

In a journey marked by deaths and secrets hidden in political relations, Gregory Evans finds clues that will bring him face to face with a shocking revelation and the astonishing truth that we have ignored for so long.

Racing against time, Gregory Evans and the Italian mafia enter into a frantic hunt for religious and political assassins, and unravel enigmas, following a trail that may lead to the secret lair where lies the only hope of saving New York City, before it collapses.

THE SECRET PACT

KENAN FOUND HIMSELF IN A UNIQUE SITUATION: a lone unknown individual managed to get everything out of control and make the entire million-dollar security system fail in front of the people, in a worldwide broadcast in real time.

Each step he took back became more difficult, his eyelids grew heavy and his ears rang painfully, his body shook and the loud noise that mixed with the symphony made him increasingly dizzy. When his feet stumbled to the point of losing his balance, a special agent came to him and grabbed him, pulling him toward the backstage exit. Other security guards helped them.

They ran down the stage as fast as they could, toward the presidential limousine. The escape would have been successful, if it hadn't been for something even more unexpected. Some of the security guards who were guarding him began to lose their balance, just like Kenan. They were shaking and seemed to have severe headaches, becoming desperate with distress. Some of them were moaning and mumbling, and others were asking themselves:

The roar of the noise never ended.

FLOYD KENAGAN, WHO WAS COMMANDING the men, also felt unwell. His brain seemed to have become larger than his skull, and he could breathe in the metallic odor of blood that was running through his nostrils. He tried to order them to turn off the sound equipment, but when he looked from afar, he realized that the operators had passed out, probably due to the effect of that damned noise. He ordered one of the men to go to the place and try to deactivate everything.

Suddenly, one of the agents fell to the ground, and another, and another! Everyone was gradually taken over by a strange effect, as were the other people in the crowd, spread out around the surroundings and especially on the other side of the stage. He himself hesitated, trying to balance himself on a railing, while thinking about which decisions would be safest regarding the President.

KENAN TRIED TO REESTABLISH HIMSELF, remaining standing. His eardrums were already showing signs of no longer being able to withstand the loud sound that was propagating from the terrorist's attack, and he felt his muscles suffering spasms that they had never suffered before. He did not have perfect control of his body, as if his brain was not capable of giving itself the correct orders.

While he was still trying to understand the situation, he was surprised by one of his own security guards. The man jumped towards him, throwing himself on top of him and knocking him to the ground. He was trying to strangle him, and he could barely defend himself, since his adversary was stronger and very well trained. However, before the last bit of air could escape from his lungs, the President saw a bullet pierce his tormentor's head, his blood spraying over him, and the man fell to the side, dead.

— Get up, sir. — Greg said, pulling him by the arm and saw that Floyd was following them. — We can't stay here for another second!

— Let's go, there's no other way at the moment!

CHAPTER 90