no holding back

Aria ran through the streets, her breath heavy, the stolen bag of money still in her grip. She didn't want to hurt the police—at least, that was her first instinct. But then she remembered…

She wasn't soft.

She wasn't weak.

She stopped running.

The police cars screeched to a halt, forming a barricade around her. Officers jumped out, guns drawn, shouting commands. But she didn't flinch. Instead, she locked eyes with one of them.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, she lifted his car into the air.

Gasps and curses erupted from the officers. Their hands trembled on their triggers, but no one fired. They weren't sure what they were dealing with.

Aria smirked, her glowing eyes shifting to another officer—CRASH!

She slammed the first car into another, flipping it over in an explosion of sparks and shattered glass. The officers froze in shock.

"I'll kill you if you don't back down," she said, her voice chillingly calm. "I am not your friend. Stop chasing me, or there will be consequences. Like this one."

Without hesitation, she snapped the neck of the nearest officer. His body crumpled to the ground.

A news reporter had been following the chase, camera rolling, but luck was on Aria's side—her face never showed on film.

Still, she wasn't taking chances.

She killed every single officer who had seen her.

As the last body fell, Aria exhaled sharply. She was done wasting time.

"Still with Tony nearly changing?" she muttered to herself. "Let's get to the real goal—stealing Togo."

Meanwhile – Tony & John

Tony and John drove toward Tran Street, the police scanner buzzing with urgent reports.

When they arrived, the sight was gruesome.

Destroyed police cars littered the road, their metal twisted and burning. And the officers? Dead. All of them.

John immediately pulled out his phone and took pictures of the crime scene. His face was grim as he dialed a number.

After a few rings, someone answered.

"This is no longer a small crime," John said. "This is a murder case."

Tony stepped out of the car, scanning the bodies. His sharp eyes caught something—a bloody handprint on a policeman's uniform.

His stomach twisted. The shape of the fingers… the pressure of the grip…

He knew exactly who had done this.

"I know who did this," Tony muttered, fists clenching.

John turned to him. "Who?"

Tony didn't answer. He just kept staring at the handprint, his mind racing.

It was Aria.

And she had just crossed a line.