Chapter 7 - Outnumbered
Viktor grabbed an assault rifle from his fallen driver and blindly fired a burst toward my position.
Bullets chipped the brick wall beside my head, forcing me to duck back into cover.
"You think you can win this?" Viktor taunted, signaling for his last three men to flank my position.
"I have backup coming, the whole city belongs to the Bratva now!"
I looked down at Bruno, who was vibrating with intense energy, his eyes locked onto the men moving through the rain.
I held up two fingers, giving him the silent command we had practiced a thousand times.
Bruno darted out from the cover, moving incredibly fast and staying low to the ground.
The Russian soldiers panicked, firing wildly at the armored dog but missing completely in the darkness.
Bruno hit the first man behind the knees, taking him to the wet pavement instantly.
This created the perfect distraction, and Tony stepped out from the roof access door above.
Tony fired three precise shots, dropping the remaining two flankers where they stood.
Now it was just me and Viktor Petrov, standing in an alley completely surrounded by the bodies of his men.
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The Russian boss realized his backup wasn't coming, and his bravado slowly melted into pure desperation.
He dropped his empty rifle and pulled a heavy combat knife from his tactical belt.
