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Chapter 2568

A crowd of over a hundred stood behind him, anxiety and confusion etched on every face.

Across the warehouse, Mario had long since lost all trust in Giles. He was already on edge, tense and ready for betrayal. So when a shot rang out, panic and fury surged through him. In a flash, he swung his rifle up and unleashed a wild barrage of bullets at Giles.

Giles' men surged forward, shields of flesh and will, hustling him backward. With that single blast, chaos erupted-a brutal firefight ignited, echoing through the abandoned factory.

Retreating, Giles shouted over the gunfire, "Mario, listen to me! Someone wants us to tear each other apart. Don't fall for it!"

But Mario was blinded by rage and ambition. This was his chance to wipe Giles out and claim everything for himself. Any hope of reason was lost-he drove his men forward, attacking with even greater ferocity.

No cover, no safety-the warehouse offered nothing but open ground. Bullets ricocheted as both sides fought and fell back, step by desperate step.

A cold dread settled in Giles' chest. He didn't want to get mired in a pointless battle with Mario; all he wanted was to escape this death trap. But every attempt to break out was met with silent, ruthless gunfire from mysterious assailants. Giles' crew was forced back inside, dodging bullets and scrambling for shelter, waiting for a chance to strike back.

Mario stoked his men's fury, shouting that this was their chance to avenge Jay. Like madmen, they charged, determined to wipe out Giles' crew once and for all.

But Giles hadn't survived this long in the Citadel by being reckless. He quickly realized there were more players in the factory than just Mario's gang. Instead of throwing his men into a pointless brawl, he started using Mario's people as a shield, subtly shifting the balance of power.

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could practically taste victory. He pressed the assault, determined to finish Giles then and

a deafening roar split the air overhead. A squadron of fighter jets

crept across

opened up from above. Bullets rained down like a storm of locusts,

decimated in seconds-half his men fell before they could even run. Panic-stricken, Mario led a frantic retreat, ducking and weaving for any scrap of

jets kept circling,

tight

stretched in every direction around the factory-miles of overgrown grass

plain. Gab stood upright through the sunroof, eyes locked on the distant plume of black smoke rising from the factory. The gunfire echoed, relentless-the battle was reaching its fever

a call, listened,

to

was shrewd, cunning,

have suspected someone was backing Mario and guessed that today's meeting would go south.

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than that, he wanted