로그인Meanwhile Francesco caught the brief movement from the corner of his eye just as another volley of bullets ripped across the museum hall."You should come out and fight like men, you fools!"The mercenary captain's voice thundered through the battlefield. Standing behind the broken remains of a marble pillar, the broad-shouldered man leaned out just enough to squeeze the trigger three consecutive times.Bang! Bang! Bang!The bullets struck the thick stone statue shielding Francesco, sending chunks of marble exploding into the air."Suppress him!" the captain roared. "Don't let him breathe!"Almost immediately, the ten mercenaries shifted formation with frightening discipline. Two laid down continuous suppressive fire while another pair advanced under the cover of smoke. The remaining men spread across the hall, gradually tightening the circle around Francesco's position.It was obvious that this time they were not interested in Diego, they were not interested in the Ndrangheta soldier
Stuck to the hoodie like it was burnt into it rather than printed on and clearly written was the Black Mercenaries emblem,it stood out so much that it made the men all look really huge, and intimidating.“Sir !!!” Diego said as he looked at the men, readying his on weapons should in case the men fired at him.“Do not react anyhow Diego” Francesco said as he looked at Diego's chest, the red dot is still there… Diego caught on the signal, understanding that the enemy could finish them off if they wanted to, but rather it felt like they were here to play and divert their attention, away from the main reason they came here in the first place.Francesco saw through all of these, “do you know about this?” Francesco turned his gaze towards Sergie who at this time can be seen to be shaking badly… “The enemy didn't attack us even after having us trapped, they on and off the light to send a threat to us, rather than kill us, why do I feel this was done because you are here…what is going on” Fr
The air inside the museum carried the faint scent of polished wood, aged parchment, and expensive varnish that had settled into the walls over centuries. Every breath seemed to carry fragments of history. The silence was broken only by the distant echoes of measured footsteps, the soft murmur of hushed conversations somewhere beyond the grand galleries, and the occasional creak of ancient timber settling beneath the immense weight of the building.Every corner radiated wealth.Every sculpture spoke of prestige.Every priceless painting reflected generations of power, culture, and refinement.To any ordinary visitor, the Moscow Museum was nothing more than a sanctuary of history, but to those who lived in the shadows...It was something entirely different.Beneath its elegant silence lingered an invisible tension, as though the walls themselves already knew that tonight's visitors had not come to admire history.Francesco's heartbeat became strangely calm instead of faster as his years
"We are here, sir."The calm voice of the driver of the lead SUV echoed through the encrypted communication channel, cutting through the silence that had settled over the convoy during the drive.The words were short and yet they carried enough weight to transform the atmosphere inside every vehicle in an instant.Without waiting for another command, every single soldier reacted almost instinctively.The sharp metallic clicks of rifles echoed softly inside the vehicles.Magazines were removed and checked with practiced precision.Slides were pulled back and rounds were chambered while suppressors were tightened.Handguns were inspected one final time before disappearing beneath jackets and waistbands, in all of these not a single unnecessary word was spoken because everyone knew exactly what had to be done.Outside, the convoy remained parked several yards away from the museum, rather than stopping directly in front of the building, the vehicles had taken position inside a narrow, aba
Meanwhile, as the men entered their assigned vehicles, Francesco paused beside the lead SUV and turned toward Diego. His sharp eyes briefly rested on Sergie, who remained under heavy guard with his wrists firmly restrained behind his back."Diego... get him to enter with me."The command was simple, yet it carried enough authority to erase every possibility of objection.After all, there was still far too much Francesco needed to learn, and there was no better place to question Sergie than inside the same vehicle, where every movement, every facial expression, and every hesitation could be observed without interruption."Yes, sir."Without delay, Diego motioned to two soldiers standing beside Sergie."You heard the Don. Bring him."The soldiers immediately obeyed. One held Sergie firmly by the shoulder while the other unlocked the rear door of the lead SUV. Sergie climbed inside carefully, his movements slow and deliberate, making sure not to provoke the heavily armed men surrounding
Francesco stood at the center of the deck, allowing the silence that followed his earlier threat to Sergie to settle over every man present. The sea stretched endlessly around them, dark and calm beneath the moonlight, while the gentle rocking of the ship contrasted sharply with the violence that awaited them on land. Every man present understood that the next few hours would determine far more than the success of a single operation. It could shape the future of everything they had worked for.Slowly, Francesco turned his gaze toward every soldier standing before him."So... first things first, men."His calm voice carried across the deck with surprising clarity. Nobody interrupted him. Even the sound of the waves seemed to fade beneath the authority contained in those simple words."Today... we go against our enemy. An enemy who made us lose good people. An enemy who decided to attack us even before we truly knew who they were."His expression remained composed, yet beneath that calm
“Sir yes sir” Dmitry said as he helped his man who got shot on the leg into the vehicle.The injured operative grimaced as he was carefully lifted inside while the blood loss had weakened him significantly.Yet he remained conscious and determined.The battle had been costly, every wounded soldier
Rejecting them is not merely dangerous, it is suicidal and no one thinks such idea is the best.“Well I guess you are right my love, Azzura truly is my only daughter and the best I can do is preserve our dignity rather than look like a fool to them….so yes I respect your decision my love” Mr. Tomma
Tommaso raised an eyebrow slightly “but you see strangely enough…”A faint smile crossed Mr Giovanni’s face as he remembers the change on his son's face whenever he sees Azzura “he remembers your daughter”Tommaso blinked slowly.“Azzura?”“Yes Tom” Mr Giovanni replied as he turned fully towards Mr
Giovanni’s voice was calm yet commanding as every of his words carried with it hidden meaning and messages that needs to be decoded.Mr Tommaso slowly placed his wine glass down too while listening carefully as he noticed the shift in Giovanni’s tone immediately.Something serious was coming and it







