Black Network
Hugo said, tossing the brass.
Dominic walked over, his eyes scanning the charred bodies of his men. "What do you see?"
"Center mass, headshots. Clean," Hugo stood up, shoving the brass into his pocket. "Professional work. No hesitation. They didn't even give our boys a chance to scream."
Dominic looked at the bullet holes in the wall, his jaw tight.
"Tokyo standards," Dominic muttered, his voice dropping.
"Yamaguchi-gumi," Hugo nodded. "Takahashi sent his top-tier hitters. He’s spitting right in your face, Dom."
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