POV: MARCO
Marco had been in firefights before.
Iraq. Afghanistan. Places where combat was expected.
But this....watching Dimitri move through the Calabrians like death incarnate....this was different.
This wasn't combat.
This was execution.
Dimitri dropped three men before they could even raise their weapons. Headshots. Clean. Efficient.
Marco and the other soldiers opened fire, taking cover behind cars, returning suppressing fire.
But Dimitri didn't take cover.
Dimitri advanced.
Walked straight into the Calabrian positions, gun in one hand, knife appearing in the other, and started killing.
Shot a man in the throat. Stabbed another in the kidney. Grabbed a third and used him as a human shield while shooting two more behind him.
It was brutal. Savage. Beautiful in the way apex predators are beautiful when they hunt.
This was why they called him the Devil.
The firefight lasted maybe three minutes.
When it ended, all fifteen Calabrians were dead.
