Chapter 64 You'll Be Free if I Die

As night fell, the abandoned pier warehouse district was enveloped in silence. A sea breeze swept through the area, carrying the salty stench of the ocean and rust. This was one of the East Eurora mafia's secret strongholds—one that the Rossi family and the Bellini family would join forces to dismantle that night. With his face smeared with black camouflage paint, Alessandro wore a bulletproof vest and gripped an assault rifle. He lay hidden in the shadow of a shipping container, poised like a panther coiled to strike. "Team A, Team B… all in position." Matteo's voice came through his earpiece. Alessandro snorted coldly. Even though he wasn't fond of Matteo, he had to admit that Matteo's deployment was airtight. "Move," Alessandro ordered. In the next instant, gunfire shattered the stillness of the night. Muzzle flashes erupted as screams rose and fell in waves. Alessandro's men and Lucia's force moved in seamless coordination, flanking from two directions. The East Eurora mafia