Just as Raegan was about to look up, she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel press against her temple. She froze.

A man in black fixed her with a stern look. "You're the woman the boss is after!"

Raegan's heart sank. The “boss" referred to must be Lorenzo.

The man glanced at the explosive, swearing under his breath, "Shit!"

The detonator wire had been cut!

He turned back to Raegan with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Did you cut this?"

Raegan remained silent, her head bowed, prompting the man to harshly grab her chin. Then, a slap was delivered.

The butt of his gun struck Raegan across the mouth, splattering blood across her teeth and trickling down her Lips.

Despite the pain, Raegan spat out a mouthful of blood and confirmed, "Yes, it was me."

Raegan knew the man had seen what happened. He was just in disbelief and needed confirmation. There was no point in hiding it now, and perhaps honesty would spare her further pain.

The man, now viewing her as more than just an ordinary threat, demanded, “How did you know which wire to cut?"

"I guessed." Raegan shrugged, maintaining her composure under pressure.

The man's suspicion deepened as he ordered sternly, "Come with me, and don't try anything, or I'll kill you!"

He forcefully twisted Raegan's arms behind her back, intending to secure them with rope.

“Ah!" Raegan's cry of pain echoed slightly in the empty space.

As the man glanced at Raegan's tear-stained face, his guard dropped momentarily, dismissing her as a serious threat. He scoffed internally at her audacity to tamper with the explosives.

Underestimating Raegan was the man's mistake. In a swift move, Raegan reached into her bag and pulled out a small device before pressing it against his neck.

Sizzle... A buzzing sound of electrical discharge filled the air. It was a compact stun gun disguised as a power bank.

Raegan hadn't brought much with her, but she had made sure to carry this essential item for self-defense.

Caught off guard, the man jolted, his face contorting in pain as he stumbled backward. "I'll kill you!" he roared, his training kicking in.