The group quickly set off towards a notorious area in Rome known as the “Borgo Vecchio.” This place has long been infamous as a hideout for criminals and those wanted in their home countries. Historically, Borgo Vecchio was a bustling neighborhood, but over the years, it fell into disrepair and neglect. Its narrow alleyways and abandoned buildings became the perfect refuge for those looking to evade the law. The local authorities have struggled to maintain control, and the area has gained a reputation for being dangerous and lawless.
Riding in a convoy of ten black vans, the group approached a large compound, the stronghold of their first target. As they neared the entrance, a guard stepped forward to stop them. The driver of the lead van, posing as a contraband delivery driver, rolled down his window.
“Who are you?” the guard asked suspiciously.
“I’m new here,” the driver replied, handing over some documents. “Just delivering some goods.”
The guard scrutinized the papers, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Never seen you before.”
“Yeah, I’m new,” the driver insisted. “Just started this week.”
After a moment’s hesitation, the guard waved them through, though he remained wary. As the convoy entered the compound, the guard reported over his walkie-talkie, “Ten black vans just came in. Something’s off. Let the inspection team check them out.”
Once inside the gate, the vehicles headed towards the inspection area. A man with a gun holstered at his side approached the driver.
“What’s in the van?” he demanded.
“Good items from the boss,” the driver replied smoothly.
The man seemed doubtful and turned to his colleague. “Call and confirm if there’s a shipment today.”
While his colleague made the call, the man moved to the passenger side of the van and opened the door. He noticed something covered with a white sack and reached out to feel it, finding it soft to the touch.
“No shipment today!” his colleague shouted after the call.
The man’s eyes widened in realization, and he raised his gun, ready to fire. But before he could, a man emerged from under the sack and shot him. The driver quickly drew his weapon and fired at the other guard, who was just reaching for his own gun.
The element of surprise was on their side, and the group swiftly moved to secure the area, knowing that their mission had only just begun.
The van doors swung open, and an uncountable number of members poured out, each armed and ready for action. Lion and Tiger stepped out from the last van, surveying the scene with a commanding presence.
“Okay, remember the mission,” Tiger announced. “Capture their leader alive!”
“Yes, Sir!” the group responded in unison.
“Spread out!” Lion ordered, and the team quickly dispersed, moving with precision and purpose.
Not far from the area, at the center of the compound, the leader sat comfortably, reading a newspaper. The sound of gunfire echoed nearby, but he dismissed it as just another skirmish, common in their territory. Suddenly, one of his men burst in, speaking urgently in a foreign language. “Boss, there are intruders in the compound. There are many of them, arriving in ten vans.”
The boss stood up abruptly, responding in the same language, “Call everyone. Eliminate these fools who dare to disrupt our territory!”
“Yes, boss!” the man replied before rushing out. The boss, now alert, grabbed his gun and began to survey his surroundings.
Meanwhile, gunfire erupted as the Abate and Mercado teams stormed the barracks and small houses surrounding the compound, taking down the minor operatives. In one intense action scene, a member of the crew engaged in a firefight, skillfully dodging bullets and returning fire with precision. In close combat, another crew member disarmed an opponent, swiftly breaking his arm before delivering a knockout blow.
Lion and Tiger moved through the chaos with a calm demeanor, as if danger was second nature to them. Anyone who appeared with a weapon was swiftly shot, while those who attempted close combat were met with lethal hand-to-hand skills, necks snapped with brutal efficiency.
As they advanced, Lion and Tiger conversed casually, unfazed by the violence around them. “The next target isn’t far from here,” Tiger remarked.
“Good,” Lion replied. “This mission will be quick.”
As Lion and Tiger delved deeper into the compound, more adversaries emerged, but none could withstand the onslaught. Each enemy that appeared was swiftly neutralized, their attempts to fight back futile against the well-trained crew. The duo pressed on, eventually reaching the center of the compound where the largest villa stood.
Inside, the henchman returned to his boss, breathless and panicked. “Boss, it’s not good. You need to leave. Our men can’t handle them. They’re too skilled, and their shots never miss. Even in close combat, our guys are no match for them.”
“Useless trash!” the boss spat angrily, retreating to the second floor.
The sound of gunfire grew louder, signaling the approaching threat. The henchman, clutching a pistol, entered a room, closing the door behind him. He hid, ready to launch a surprise attack, his pistol raised as he peered through a small gap.
But his perfect plan unraveled. Suddenly, the gunfire from outside ceased, and he waited for the door to open. Instead, the window behind him was kicked in, sending him flying in shock. It was Tiger.
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Earlier, as they advanced, Tiger had spotted the figure hiding by the window. Smirking, he instructed the team to wait for his signal before entering the room, suspecting it might lead them to the boss.
The team nodded, with most standing guard while Lion led a smaller group into the villa. They swiftly eliminated the remaining enemy inside but held back from entering one particular room, waiting for Tiger to make his move.
Tiger leaped through the sliding window, grabbing the collar of the hiding henchman and slamming him to the floor, leaving the man stunned.
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“Damn! Who are you, and what do you want? Why are you causing trouble in our territory?!” the man cursed in a foreign language as he returned to sanity.
Tiger scratched his ear, feigning confusion. “What are you saying? I don’t understand you.”
The man swallowed hard and switched to broken Italian, “Who are you, why are you causing trouble here?” he asked, fear evident in his voice.
“Ah,” Tiger nodded, “We’re here to clean up the mess in this country. Now, tell me where your boss is,” he said casually.
The man remained silent but couldn’t help glancing towards the stairs. Tiger caught the subtle movement and grinned. “Thanks for the info. Good night! Sleep well!” With that, he delivered a precise finger strike to the man’s temple, causing his eyes to roll back as he collapsed, unconscious.
Tiger opened the door, allowing Lion, The Iron Wolves, Marco, and Carlo to enter. “The target’s upstairs,” Tiger informed them nonchalantly as the group filed in.
“You know what to do,” Lion instructed the six members. They nodded in unison and began making their way towards the staircase.