Chapter 16 - Calculated precision guides the elite enforcers as they breach reinforced steel doors of the clandestine warehouse revealing hidden documents detailing years of systematic corporate corruption.
Calculated precision had guided every phase of the raid on the clandestine warehouse earlier that evening.
Elite enforcers had breached the reinforced steel doors using hydraulic rams with absolute, military-grade efficiency.
Inside, they discovered filing cabinets overflowing with decades of systematic corporate corruption and bribery logs.
Those documents were currently resting securely in the trunk of Salvatore's car, waiting for federal delivery.
Back in the brewery basement, the interrogation of the European operatives was reaching its inevitable conclusion.
The taller operative broke down under the unrelenting, cold stare of the mob boss and the growling Bullmastiff.
"It was... it was the Council of Nine in Geneva! They wanted control of the American ports!" he sobbed hysterically.
Salvatore listened without a single flicker of emotion crossing his stern, imposing facial features.
"The Council of Nine thinks oceans protect them from accountability," Salvatore said softly, standing up from his crate.
He walked over to the terrified man, leaning down until their faces were separated by mere inches.
"Tell them that Salvatore Sterling is coming across the ocean, and he brings his own welcome committee," he warned.
The operative nodded frantically, wetting his lips with a dry tongue as he stared into eyes full of death.
"Lock them in the lower vault until dawn, then hand them over to Agent Miller," Salvatore instructed his enforcers.
The captain saluted smartly, dragging the weeping prisoners toward the heavy steel vault doors at the back.
Salvatore turned around, adjusting his gold tie and smoothing down the lapels of his immaculate navy suit.
"It's time to visit the cemetery," Salvatore announced quietly, walking toward the exit into the foggy night.
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Brun trotted faithfully at his heels, his heavy paws echoing rhythmically against the damp concrete floor.
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