I kicked the rusted steel door of the Volkov syndicate's downtown warehouse completely off its heavy iron hinges and instantly raised my customized automatic rifle to unload a lethal, deafening spray of hollow-point bullets directly into the chests of the first three Russian mafia guards who foolishly tried to raise their weapons against me. Dark blood and shattered bone violently exploded across the damp concrete floor while my thirty heavily armed enforcers flooded seamlessly into the massive, dimly lit building right behind me and systematically slaughtered every single man standing between me and the pathetic, bleeding coward who legally sold me his sister. The heavy, suffocating stench of gunsmoke and freshly spilled blood completely filled my lungs as I marched relentlessly through the massive maze of wooden shipping crates, entirely ignoring the agonizing, wet screams of dying men echoing off the corrugated metal roof because my mind was singularly focused on protecting the a
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