Julian was still sitting on the gold bars inside the vault, holding his bloody shoulder. His face was twisted with anger. He saw that the bomb was dead, and he knew he had lost his leverage.
Slowly, Julian’s left hand drifted toward his belt. He was trying to reach a second, smaller gun hidden under his coat.
"You think you can just walk away?" Julian spat, his voice shaking with pain. "Even if I don't blow this place up, my men will be down here in seconds. You are still trapped!"
Alexander saw Julian's hand moving toward his coat. He did not hesitate.
"Clara, untie Beatrice!" Alexander shouted.
Alexander lunged toward the giant metal door of the vault. The door was made of solid, six-inch steel. It was incredibly heavy, designed to withstand bombs and drill attacks. Alexander grabbe
