As we descended the stairs slowly, careful not to draw attention, Sergie's maniacal laughter echoed through the mansion.
"You have no idea what it means to lose my son..." Sergie's voice was thick with venom. "He was the one I created this empire for. But now you have taken it all away from me."
Natalya stood firm, her gun unwavering. "Do you think you can get in here, kill my people and me, and leave here alive?" Sergie continued, his voice dripping with false confidence.
"If you shoot, my people will shoot. In the end, we will both die together. But you have a choice—you can hand over that Viper, and we can forget this ever happened. What do you say?"
Sergie's arrogance was palpable; his belief that Natalya wouldn't risk her life for a subordinate like me.
Natalya's voice was cold and steady. "Don't even think about him. At worst, we will die together."
Sergie was visibly surprised by her choice. "Why? Viper is just a dog."
Boom!
