Chapter 11 - Adrian Plans a Devastating Strike Against the Russians
Adrian slammed his fist against the steel table, sending a shockwave of pain through his freshly sutured shoulder wound.
“Trace that burner signal right now, Vincent! Where is she?” Adrian demanded, pacing the concrete bunker floor like a caged wolf.
“We’re running quantum geo-triangulation across the five boroughs, boss, but Volkov is routing through offshore proxy servers,” Vincent replied.
“He didn't take her to Brooklyn; he took her to the old slaughterhouse pier in Bayonne. That’s where he keeps his primary drug stash,” Adrian deduced coldly.
“Boss, your heart can’t handle a full compound raid right now! Dr. Maren said your electrical pathways are hanging by a thread!” Vincent argued.
“I didn't survive a gunshot wound and a failing heart just to let a Russian butcher murder the mother of my child,” Adrian stated flatly.
He pulled a customized submachine gun from the armory rack, checking the magazine with cold, mechanical precision.
“We hit them from all three access points simultaneously at midnight. No warnings, no negotiations, and no prisoners.”
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The elite syndicate enforcers around the room nodded in grim silence, falling into lockstep behind their dying, resurrected boss.
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