Chapter 640

Karl’s monowire strike, of course, wasn’t meant to butcher the corpo dog. After all, he was valuable cargo. Karl had taken the job, and that meant delivering him intact.

The razor-thin monowire sliced cleanly through the gag strap. As the man felt the restraint slip from his mouth, a flicker of joy passed his terrified face—finally, he could speak. But before he could savor the moment, the silver filament coiled like a snake around the neural socket at his neck, latching on with surgical precision.

Control—seized instantly.