Chapter 9 - Enzo Moretti Unleashed: Burning Down the Port of Nice
Enzo smashed the satellite phone against the hood of the tactical command truck parked three miles outside the port of Nice.
Marco was suiting up in heavy body armor beside him, loading magazines into automatic rifles. Ten black armored vans filled with Moretti's elite security operatives surrounded the staging area.
"Thermal scans confirm six hostiles inside the old fish cannery," Marco reported. "Volkov is in the central office. Miss Russo is in the main packing floor."
"No negotiations," Enzo said, strapping on a tactical vest and racking the slide of his custom assault rifle. "Shoot to kill every man who raises a weapon. Volkov is mine."
"Boss, the local police are twenty minutes out," Marco warned.
"They won't get here in time to save him," Enzo snarled.
Five minutes later, the port of Nice erupted into a warzone.
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Two armored trucks rammed straight through the heavy steel gates of the cannery warehouse, tearing the doors off their hinges. Flashbangs turned the interior into a blinding daylight of concussive force.
Enzo moved through the smoke like a shadow of pure vengeance. Every time an enemy operative stepped into his line of sight, a single shot echoed, dropping them instantly. He didn't take cover; he advanced with relentless, lethal precision, driven by the singular thought of Elena’s hazel eyes.
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