Vnox moved like a ghost through the layered rocks tops by the side of the tunnel’s entrance, holding his gun raised up in order not to be taken unawares.

From this point, he could smell the gunpowder and blood in the area.

His men had already breached the perimeter, and were now in a shootout with Luciano’s goons.

Bullets were raining down like stones, bouncing off rusted steel and concrete, and piecing flesh and blood.

There were screams and curses coming from the lips of the men on ...