Chapter 16 - The Steel Mill
The abandoned steel mill loomed in the freezing darkness like a massive rusted skeleton against the Chicago skyline.
Vincent drove the black SUV alone, arriving at the desolate location precisely at two in the morning.
He stepped out into the biting wind, leaving his heavy weapons in the trunk and keeping only two hidden pistols on him.
He walked slowly through the massive iron gates, his boots crunching loudly on the fresh snow.
Inside the cavernous main warehouse, Nikolai Volkov stood on a metal catwalk, surrounded by twenty heavily armed guards.
Nikolai was a giant of a man, dressed in a thick fur coat, holding a terrifyingly calm demeanor.
Adeline was sitting on a wooden crate near the edge of the catwalk, clutching her torn coat and crying softly.
Vincent demanded that Nikolai let the child go, offering his own life, his territory, and all his wealth in exchange.
Nikolai laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed off the rusted metal walls.
He told Vincent that money meant nothing; it was about the absolute control of the city and erasing the Salvatore bloodline.
Nikolai signaled one of his men to throw the child over the railing into the churning river below.
Before the guard could take a single step toward Adeline, a high-powered sniper bullet shattered his skull.
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The deafening crack of a heavy rifle echoed through the massive warehouse, throwing the Russians into instant chaos.
Vincent drew his dual pistols in a heartbeat, diving behind a rusted forklift as a storm of bullets rained down from the shadows.
