All Chapters of The Devil's Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

His shots followed Mufasa's movement perfectly instantly suppressing enemy positions, forcing attackers into cover instantly creating openings for the charging beastDmitry and his men kept firing back to back at the enemies, but then they could not hit right as the enemy side seem to know their pattern of shooting already.This realization frustrated them because every time they fired from one angle, the enemy shifted and for every time they attempted to flank, the attackers anticipated it.The coordination displayed by the enemy suggested preparation, training and detailed knowledge…someone had clearly studied them beforehand.“Dmitry I need you to cover Mufasa…do that with immediately effect” Francesco commanded, the order reached Dmitry through the storm.Instantly he understood that the lion had become the spearhead of their counterattack and so protecting it meant protecting their best opportunity to break the enemy lines.“Rogar that sir….men you heard that right, cover the lio

His eyes hardened as the pain on the side of his head only strengthened his resolve “after all too much delays will alert security officials down here….no I don't want that right now, that will surely announce my arrival on enemy grounds”“Diego we need to finish off this guy's as fast as possible else,” Francesco said out loud and with just that few words Diego didn't need to hear the rest, he understood already and without delay.The battlefield around them remained engulfed in chaos.Rain continued to pour heavily from the dark skies above Vladivostok.Thunder rolled across the horizon while flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated the destruction scattered across the airport grounds.Burning sparks from damaged vehicles mixed with the rainfall.Bodies lay scattered behind crates, barriers, and abandoned equipment, the smell of gunpowder had become thick in the air, blood mixed with rainwater and slowly flowed across the cracked concrete.Francesco stood in the middle of it al

The more Dmitry thought about those questions, the less comfortable he became.Something about the entire situation felt larger than a simple assassination attempt.Much larger.“You don't have to worry about them yet Dmitry, we will do more home work on this guy's it won't be bad if we get to start through them to gain control of this country, for now take me to the safehouse…we will be visiting those guys later,” Francesco said with great anger in his words.Although his voice remained calm, the anger beneath it was impossible to miss.His hand slowly brushed against the side of his head where the sniper round had grazed him earlier.The wound continued to sting but itwas not severe enough to threaten his life, but rather it served as a constant reminder.A reminder that someone had almost killed him within hours of arriving in Russia and that fact alone was unacceptable.Francesco's gray eyes hardened.Whoever had organized this attack had made a serious mistake this was not becaus

After all, very few people possessed the authority to arrange such a thing and only one person would have thought far enough ahead to prepare something like this.Mr. Giovanni.“Ops did that come out of my mouth?” Francesco thought to himself as he spoke the words out mistakenly.A slight feeling of embarrassment crossed his mind, normally he preferred keeping his thoughts private.Unfortunately fatigue from the battle, blood loss from the sniper wound, and sheer exhaustion had weakened his usual discipline.Still, he quickly regained control as his serious expression returned to normal.“Well it's good, thanks for telling me that Dmitry…I will need you create a full research work on all the top powers and every single one in and out in this country, from the transactions, to illegal and legal movements, from the head down to the very last person….compile everything to my desk before I wake up from my nap,” Francesco said.His tone immediately shifted from casual curiosity back into

A strange chill moved through him as his heartbeat accelerated from the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong, something deeper than a nightmare that was beyond ordinary explanation.The sensation pressed against his mind, persistent and for a brief moment he felt exactly as he had inside the dream as though unseen eyes were watching him.Judging him and waiting.“And what on earth exactly is going on right now, I have never had a dream since the day I was born…what changed?” Francesco asked himself as he felt something was not right.The realization bothered him immensely, dreams were unfamiliar territory and he had never experienced them but yet tonight everything had changed and the timing felt suspicious.His arrival in Russia.The sniper attack.The strange feeling of being watched and now this nightmare.The events seemed connected somehow, though he could not explain why.“Do you dream?” Francesco asked suddenly.The question caught Diego completely off guard and for a