Chapter 69
Journey to Zurich
The flight to Switzerland passed in calculating silence. We used the most flawless forged passports I had ever created. When the plane touched down in Zurich, the freezing air of the Alps instantly enveloped us.
The underground bank was located deep beneath a historic building in the city center, guarded by layers of draconian security reserved exclusively for the ultra-rich criminal elite.
"I'll play the role of Kael's heir," Daniel said as we adjusted our attire in the hotel room. He wore a dark grey suit, exuding a cold, commanding authority.
"And I'll be your security supervisor," I replied, double-checking the mini signal jammer hidden in my purse.
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We entered the bank. The manager, a bald man with the shrewd eyes of a fox, examined the titanium key and the fingerprint code Daniel had carefully replicated from Kael's corpse.
"Perfect," the manager said, bowing respectfully. "Please follow me, Mr. Daniel."
