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Chapter 82: Massacre
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2026-04-06 18:13:35AXEL POV
We arrived at the warehouse at midnight.Docks were quiet.Abandoned.Perfect for an ambush."Everyone in position," I said into the radio.Volkov's eight men went in first.Posing as cartel buyers.My team spread around the perimeter.Six brothers. Marco. Me.Waiting for the signal.The warehouse looked empty.Dark windows. No movement.Just like Volkov predicted."Contact," Volkov's voice crackled. "Victoria just
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