The darkness of the night enveloped the scene as a fleet of cars led by Vittorio Amorielle advanced through the city streets, with controlled yet determined speed. Distant police sirens created an unsettling symphony that matched the tension in the air.

Vittorio kept his eyes fixed on the road, his expression hardened by growing concern and anger. The news of John Smith's kidnapping and the brutality against his own men had shaken his already fragile patience. His body was tense, ready ...