Cassian didn't waste a second. His hands moved like lightning, grabbing the briefcase from the back seat before Lianna could even react.
"Cassian! What are you doing?!" Lianna screamed, startled to see her husband snatch the bag so roughly.
Cassian didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on a gap in the stitching at the bottom of the bag. There was an incredibly faint, almost invisible red pulse. He immediately rolled down the car window and hurled the bag with all his might toward a large ditch by the side of the road.
A few seconds later, a muffled explosion echoed from the ditch. It wasn't fire that emerged, but a plume of corrosive green smoke that instantly scorched the surrounding grass. It wasn't an explosive bomb; it was a highly lethal gas canister designed to destroy documents and
