Chapter 13 - Raiding The Underground Fighting Ring And Weaponized Warehouse
The heavy steel doors of the downtown industrial warehouse blasted open with a deafening, explosive breach charge.
Federal tactical agents poured into the sprawling interior space, shouting commands as armed guards scattered everywhere.
I moved through the smoke and flashing red emergency lights like a ghost, neutralizing threats with swift precision.
Enforcers rushed me with baseball bats and handguns, but none of them could match my speed and tactical training.
A sweep of my leg dropped one guard, and a palm strike to the throat neutralized the second before he fired.
I kicked open the reinforced door leading to the second-floor executive offices where the syndicate leaders hid.
Dustin stood behind a mahogany desk holding a Glock pistol, his hands shaking violently as he pointed it at me.
“Stay back, old man! I’ll shoot you right now!” Dustin stammered, his face pale with mortal terror.
I didn't slow down, closing the distance instantly and striking the pistol barrel upward into the ceiling.
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The gun discharged harmlessly into the drywall as I twisted his wrist and slammed him across the desk.
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