"We are attacking from all sides," Aiden said, pointing the tip of his pen at a paper spread on the floor. It was a rough sketch of the structure of Vico’s mafia empire, which included details about their illegal activities, their base of operations, and leadership positions.
"We will handle the warehouses while the FBI raids Vico’s nightclubs and restaurants, gathering enough evidence to get him arrested and convicted," he explained to Dalton.
"You see the buildings on the paper that I have circled? They are warehouses that Vico uses for his mafia activities." Aiden taps on the paper with a nacing smirk. "I have set up ti bombs in each of these warehouses, all set to the sa tir. In 30 minutes, Vico’s mafia empire will be engulfed in flas. Not only will his drugs be reduced to ashes, but his n will also be caught in the explosions, burning alive."
Dalton stared at his brother in terror. The madness in Aiden’s cold blue eyes scared him more than ever before. His brother was truly insane. Not only was he a walking killing machine, but he was also highly intelligent. It takes a great deal of intelligence to gather extensive intel on Vico’s operations and to set bombs in every one of his warehouses without getting detected, and Aiden accomplished all of this on his own, unscathed. Dalton is both marveled and frightened at the sa ti.
"Don’t worry, Dalton. There are no innocents in any of these warehouses. I made sure of it. The underage girls that Vico is sex trafficking, whom he deems the prettiest and very valuable, are being kept at Venus City. The rest of the girls are in his other nightclubs, which the FBI will be raiding in about an hour."
"I know," Dalton interrupted, cutting off his lengthy speech.
Aiden cocked a brow. "Then why did your face suddenly turn pale? Don’t tell you’re worried about Vico’s n being burned to ashes. These n are rapists and sex traffickers; they are so of the most despicable people on earth. Burning alive is the death they deserve."
"I’m worried about you, Aiden. I’m scared that you’ll completely lose it," Dalton admitted honestly.
Aiden laughed. "Bro, I’ve already gone beyond the edge since I was sixteen when I went on a killing spree and took out all of Vico’s n involved in our kidnapping."
"But you still have so of your sanity left. You haven’t killed an innocent person yet," Dalton countered.
Aiden flashed him an assuring smile. "Don’t worry, the anti-psychosis drugs are doing their job. I won’t harm any innocent person. Trust , big bro." He spat out the gum he was chewing from his mouth. "Let’s concentrate on the business at hand. Venus City may be a significant base for Vico’s Mafia empire operations, but this warehouse is also vital." Aiden crossed a sketch of a warehouse on the paper.
"There will be a large shipnt coming in, and the key leaders of the mafia empire will be present." They were on the rooftop of a building across from the warehouse, where they could get a better view of the entrance without being spotted.
"Give the rifle," Aiden requested. A sniper rifle carrier was positioned at Dalton’s side. He opened the case and pulled out a McMillan TAC-50 rifle. This rifle holds the record for the longest confird sniper kill shots in history.
He passed it to Aiden.
Aiden aid the rifle at the warehouse building. "Whoa," he exclaid. "I see so movent. That ans the shipnt has arrived. It’s about to go down!" He smacked his lips with glee.
"How many more minutes are left until the bombs go off?" Dalton asked.
"I have the tir in my pocket. Check it."
Dalton dipped his hand into the left pocket of Aiden’s jeans and pulled out a stopwatch. "Fifteen minutes left. "
Aiden repositioned himself, peering at the warehouse through the rifle scope lens. "That’s enough ti for Vico’s n to arrive. Now we wait patiently."
Dalton brought the binoculars that were dangling around his neck to his eyes and gawked at the warehouse. Ten minutes later, through the lenses, he saw cars lined up in front of the warehouse, and n in black stepped out of the vehicles. They had a rough edge to them. These n were indeed the key leaders of Vico’s mafia organization.
Dalton felt his pulse quicken as he watched the ti gradually drain on the stopwatch. When the ti reached 1 minute. Aiden began a countdown: "59, 58, 57, 56, 55..." He stopped counting "Dalton, put on your protective Advance Vent Helt. The explosion, even from afar, can damage your ears and eyes," Aiden cautioned. He had already put his on.
Dalton heeded Aiden’s advice, opened a backpack, and pulled out a Stihl Advance Vent Helt, which had ear protectors covering his ears and a face shield protecting his face when he put it on.
When the stopwatch blinked 0:0, boom! The warehouse exploded. Aiden and Dalton, who were high up on a tall building, felt the impact as the ground beneath them vibrated, causing their bodies to tremble. The atmosphere turned smoky dark, and within it, Dalton could see the warehouse dancing in the flas.
The key leaders of the Vico mafia empire: the capo bastone, caporegis, and the consigliere making up the body of the mafia empire —have been eliminated, leaving the head of the organization, the mafia king, Vico, vulnerable. Dalton felt a thrilling rush of triumph in his pulse. Checkmate; Aiden and him have struck a terminal blow at Vico, retaliating tenfold. And he may never recover from it
Aiden laughed hysterically as he stared at his phone. "The ti bombs I set in the other warehouses have also gone off. "What a pity Vico’s empire is crumbling before his eyes, and he is powerless to do anything. "
Their 10- and 7-year-old selves will be so proud of them for defeating the monster that stole their childhood.
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