Chapter 13 - Armed enforcers assemble outside waiting for the command to mobilize their dark vehicle convoy toward downtown Chicago before the morning sun breaches the horizon.
Before the events at the meatpacking plant, the assembly of enforcers outside the estate had been a sight of pure dread.
Dozens of elite syndicate soldiers dressed in matching black tactical gear checked their weapons under the pale streetlights.
The dark vehicle convoy stretched down the winding driveway like a serpent waiting to strike in the dark.
Salvatore had inspected the ranks with critical eyes, ensuring every man was armed and completely loyal to the crest.
"No witnesses, no collateral damage, and absolute discretion," Salvatore had instructed them prior to departure.
The enforcers had saluted in unison before piling into the fleet of armored SUVs with military-grade precision.
Now, back in the meatpacking plant office, those same tactical protocols were bearing immediate, bloody fruit.
The two terrified European operatives raised their hands slowly above their heads, trembling under Salvatore's gaze.
"Who hired you?" Salvatore asked, stepping closer until he stood towering over the desk between them.
"We don't know names! We only take wire transfers from a Swiss proxy!" the taller operative cried out.
Salvatore didn't flinch; he simply signaled to the enforcers waiting in the hallway to enter the room.
"Tie them up and strip the hard drives from every single machine in this facility," Salvatore ordered.
"Yes, Boss," the enforcer captain replied, moving swiftly to execute the command.
Brun paced back and forth across the linoleum floor, keeping a watchful eye on the captured operatives.
Salvatore picked up one of the abandoned hard drives, examining the encrypted serial numbers stamped on the casing.
It matched the exact digital signature found on Marcus's phone, confirming the transnational link beyond any doubt.
The conspiracy stretched across international borders, but the head of the snake was finally within striking distance.
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"Pack everything into the trunk," Salvatore instructed, turning away from the cowering men in suits.
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