Chapter 67 - the final assault
Dante did not waste a single second. He mobilized his strike team, heading straight for the glittering financial district of boston.
Viktor, the arrogant leader of the crimson hand, was sitting in his luxurious glass-walled penthouse, drinking champagne and waiting for the ransom call. He believed his offshore wealth and elite security made him entirely untouchable. He was completely, fatally wrong.
Dante's men didn't breach the front doors; they repelled from the roof, shattering the reinforced glass windows of the penthouse with synchronized explosive charges. The room erupted into absolute, deafening chaos.
The crimson hand guards were instantly overwhelmed by the sheer, devastating tactical superiority of Dante's elite enforcers. Viktor dropped his crystal glass, scrambling backward in sheer, unadulterated terror as the legendary mafia kingpin stepped through the broken glass.
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Dante's dark suit was dusted with snow, his pale eyes completely devoid of human mercy. He walked slowly toward the trembling syndicate boss, the barrel of his handgun lowered but radiating absolute, lethal intent. The predator had finally cornered his prey.
👉 read part 68 to see the queen's intervention.
