Chapter 23
The northern railyard was a desolate, freezing expanse of rusted steel and towering cargo containers. The dark, cloudy sky offered no moonlight, hiding the heavily armed Rizzano strike team as they moved silently into position. Alessandro stood in the shadows, his suppressed automatic rifle resting comfortably against his shoulder. "They are unloading the hijacked transports in sector four, Boss," Dante whispered over the encrypted comms, observing through thermal optics. "About thirty heavily armed hostiles." "Box them in," Alessandro commanded, his voice a lethal, vibrating whisper. "No survivors. Leave their bodies in the cargo cars to send a message." On Alessandro’s signal, the railyard erupted into deafening, chaotic violence. The Rizzano operatives unleashed a devastating, coordinated barrage of crossfire. High-intensity tactical lights flared to life, blinding the Falcone soldiers and painting them as easy targets. Alessandro moved through the brutal firefight with the terrifying, fluid grace of an apex predator. He didn't seek deep cover; he advanced relentlessly. "Flank them!" a panicked Falcone lieutenant screamed, but it was entirely useless. Alessandro raised his weapon, firing with flawless, surgical precision, dropping three men in rapid succession. The air smelled heavily of diesel and gunpowder as the rival syndicate was systematically slaughtered on the gravel.
