Chapter 5 - The Ambush
The back doors of the club were kicked open with a massive crash.
Silhouettes of armed men poured into the kitchen corridor, moving silently with tactical precision.
They thought they were walking into a room full of unsuspecting, relaxed mobsters.
Instead, they walked directly into a perfectly orchestrated firing squad.
"Now!" I shouted into the darkness.
The club erupted into blinding muzzle flashes and deafening gunfire.
The first wave of Russian soldiers dropped instantly, completely caught off guard by our ambush.
But Viktor's men were seasoned killers, and they quickly took cover behind the steel prep tables and massive refrigerators.
Glass shattered everywhere as bullets tore through the expensive liquor bottles behind the main bar.
I saw a massive Russian soldier flanking Tony from the left, raising a shotgun to take my right-hand man out.
Before I could even aim my weapon, a black blur shot across the room.
Bruno launched himself through the air, his hundred-and-twenty-pound body hitting the gunman square in the chest.
The shotgun fired harmlessly into the ceiling as the man went down screaming.
Bruno's powerful jaws locked onto the man's weapon arm, dragging him violently into the shadows.
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Tony gave me a quick nod of thanks and went right back to returning fire.
The element of surprise was ours, but we were still severely outnumbered.
