The six members carefully climbed the stairs, fully alert to their surroundings. The second floor was a maze of rooms and hallways, each potentially hiding danger. The tension was thick, like a scene from a suspenseful movie, where every sound seemed louder and every shadow more ominous.
As they reached the top, they fanned out, each taking a strategic position. Suddenly, gunfire erupted from a nearby room, forcing them to dive for cover. The shots echoed through the hallway, creating a chaotic symphony of noise. Communicating through hand signals, they coordinated their advance, moving with practiced precision.
The leader, aware of his precarious situation, used the layout to his advantage, darting between rooms and firing sporadically to keep them at bay. The team responded with calculated movements, their training evident as they methodically cleared each space. The suspense mounted as they closed in, the leader’s desperation growing with each passing moment.
Finally, through a well-executed flanking maneuver, they cornered him in a large room at the end of the hall. Trapped, the leader dropped his weapon, realizing escape was impossible.
As they approached, he began shouting in a foreign language, his voice a mix of anger and defiance. The team paused, exchanging puzzled looks. “Does anyone understand what he’s saying?” one of them asked, glancing around.
“I think he’s cursing us,” another replied, shaking his head.
“Sounds like he’s asking something,” a third member speculated, trying to make sense of the tirade.
The leader, noticing their confusion, switched to broken Italian. “Who sent you? Why are you doing this?” he demanded, desperation creeping into his voice.
Diego stepped forward, meeting the leader’s gaze. “No one sent us,” he said calmly. “We’re here to clean up the mess.”
As he delivered a swift blow to the back of the leader’s head, causing him to slump into unconsciousness. The team efficiently carried him downstairs, where Tiger awaited them. “Great job capturing him alive,” Tiger commended, nodding in approval.
“Get him in the van,” Lion instructed, his voice steady and commanding. “We move to the next mission.”
With the leader secured, they drove away from the scene, leaving behind a trail of chaos and lifeless bodies. Their destination was a more fortified area in Borgo Vecchio, a place that promised to be a tougher challenge.
As they approached the new compound, the tension in the van was palpable. This location was more heavily guarded, with a reputation for being impenetrable. The team knew they had to be smart about their approach.
Upon reaching the entrance, a guard stepped forward, signaling them to stop. The driver, maintaining a facade of panic, leaned out the window. “We are men of the first man,” he said, his voice trembling convincingly. “We need help. Our compound was raided.”
To add credibility, they revealed the unconscious leader in the back. The guard’s eyes widened in recognition, and he quickly waved them through. “Go on, get inside,” he urged, glancing around nervously.
“Thank you,” the driver replied, feigning relief as they drove into the compound. Inside, the guard radioed ahead, announcing the arrival of the “1st man’s” group, known for being the weakest link in the network.
As they parked, the team noticed several henchmen approaching, curious about the unexpected visitors. “What happened?” one of them asked, peering into the van.
The driver hesitated, playing his part. “We were ambushed. We barely got out,” he said, gesturing to the unconscious leader.
But as soon as the van doors swung open, the team sprang into action, guns blazing.
“Raid!” one of the henchmen screamed, scrambling to alert the others.
The compound erupted into chaos. The villas were tightly packed, unlike the sprawling layout of the first compound, making it easier for the team to advance quickly. They moved with precision, using the element of surprise to their advantage.
“Stick together!” Lion shouted over the gunfire, directing his team as they pushed forward. “We need to reach the boss before they regroup.”
Despite the initial shock, the compound’s defenders began to rally, returning fire and trying to block the team’s progress.
“Keep moving!” Diego urged, covering his teammates as they advanced. “We can’t let them pin us down.”
Diego led The Iron Wolves to attack the alley on the side, while Marco and Carlo took charge in the center, walking casually as if bullets couldn’t touch them, firing with precision. Tiger grinned as he observed their movements. “Looks like our training wasn’t wasted,” he remarked to Lion.
Lion nodded in agreement. “These guys have great potential. It won’t be long before we clean up this place faster than expected,” he replied.
“Charge!” Tiger shouted as they cleared the path of those blocking their way, making their way to the largest villa. They weren’t worried about any remaining threats, as the six had already taken care of them. The other members were skilled, and none had been injured so far. “Everyone, keep watch outside,” Tiger ordered, ensuring that the perimeter was secure and everyone remained on high alert.
Once the outside was secured, Lion kicked open the villa door, sending the person behind it flying. Inside, they found a dozen unarmed men surrounding them. As Lion and Tiger entered, they exchanged grins, cracking their knuckles in unison. Tiger rolled his shoulders as if stretching, while Lion extended his legs as if preparing for a sprint.
“Looks like we have some practice for our combo,” Tiger said with a smirk.
Lion nodded, “A good opportunity.” As soon as he spoke, the dozen men charged at them, shouting “Die!” with fierce determination.
As the dozen men charged at them, Lion and Tiger moved in perfect synchronization, their training and experience evident in every step. The room seemed to shrink as the two unleashed their combination attack, a seamless blend of power and precision.
Lion started with a swift roundhouse kick, his leg cutting through the air and connecting with the first attacker, sending him sprawling to the ground. Without missing a beat, Tiger followed up with a powerful uppercut to another assailant, lifting him off his feet.
The two moved like a well-oiled machine, each attack flowing into the next. Lion ducked under a wild swing, countering with a quick jab to the ribs, while Tiger spun around, delivering a backhand strike that knocked another opponent off balance.
Their movements were fluid, almost like a dance, as they weaved through the crowd of attackers. Lion grabbed one man by the arm, using his momentum to flip him over his shoulder, while Tiger delivered a series of rapid punches to another, each blow landing with precision.
The attackers, though numerous, were no match for the duo’s coordinated assault. Lion and Tiger anticipated each other’s moves, covering each other’s blind spots and exploiting every opening. They moved with a confidence that came from years of fighting side by side.
As the last of the attackers fell, Lion and Tiger stood back to back, surveying the room. The dozen men lay scattered around them, groaning in defeat. The two exchanged a nod, their silent communication speaking volumes about their trust and camaraderie.
“Not bad,” Tiger said, relaxed.
“Not bad at all,” Lion replied, a satisfied grin on his face.
The members of Abate and Mercado were amazed by what they witnessed. They couldn’t believe the high level of skill their trainers, Lion and Tiger, possessed in combat. Some thought they could become just as strong if they continued training under them. Jose and Vlad were chilled by the duo’s fighting prowess, realizing how formidable they were, barely breaking a sweat after taking down dozens of enemies.
“Okay, just the boss left-” Tiger began to say, but before he could finish, Carl entered through the back door, carrying an unconscious man. “This is the second boss. I caught him trying to escape out back,” Carl reported, tossing the unconscious man in front of Lion and Tiger. The two looked at each other and laughed, praising Carl for his good work.
“Load him into the van, and let’s head back to the villa to rest. That’s it for now; our next attack is tomorrow night,” Tiger instructed.
At that moment, Diego and his team entered through the back door, carrying a document. “Boss, I found these in a small house. It lists the times and dates of their upcoming shipments. There’s one scheduled for tonight,” Diego reported.
Lion grinned as an idea formed in his mind, then laughed. “Change of plans, we’ll stay here until tonight.”
Tiger, thinking the same thing, laughed as well. “Looks like fate is on our side. Clean up the bodies outside and set the scene. Let’s eat and rest here so we’re ready for tonight!”