Back at the hotel, Alex didn't head down to the underground training base.
Instead, he went up to the second floor and stepped into the manager's office.
Susie was buried in busywork—furniture purchase orders, daily payroll sheets, all the little things.
Seeing Alex come in, she immediately stood, vacated the chair, and greeted him respectfully.
"Mr. Alex."
She poured a hot coffee and set it before him.
Alex wasn't particular; he didn't even sit. He just nodded, took the case Anna handed over, flipped it open, and pointed at the files inside.
"Put what you're doing on hold. Arrange twenty assassins. Bring me the nearest gang bosses—now."
"Understood, Mr. Alex."
Susie answered at once. She lowered her head, flipped quickly through the stack, pulled out four dossiers, and hurried out of the office.
Five minutes later, down in the underground garage, four brand-new SUVs rolled out one after another.
Each vehicle carried five people—green-quality assassins, fully kitted out.
At the Santos Avenue intersection, the four cars split at the light and peeled off in three different directions.
One of them stopped two blocks later beneath a sign that read Deli Lending Company.
The moment the car braked, the neighborhood toughs loitering out front—smoking, jawing at each other—turned to look.
Then five fully armed assassins stepped out, and the street scattered like birds shot from the brush. Everyone bolted.
The five moved fast. They pushed through the door and swept the corridor.
A few punks tried to draw, then took one look at the team and dropped their weapons, squatting with hands on heads.
The assassins didn't fire a single shot. They went straight into the manager's office.
One pulled out a photocopy from the dossier and looked at the bull-shouldered Black man behind the desk.
"You Bruno Leo? Boss of the Deli Gang?"
"…Yeah. What do you—what do you want?"
Bruno swallowed, trying to look calm.
"Don't ask questions," the assassin said flatly. "Right now you either stand up and come with us in five seconds—or we put a bullet in you and take your replacement."
Then he started counting on his own.
"Five."
"Four."
"Three—"
The chair clattered to the floor. After two seconds of stunned silence, Bruno shot to his feet so fast he knocked it over.
Expressionless, the team turned and headed for the door without even looking back.
Bruno followed meekly down the stairs.
The other three teams were just as efficient, returning with three more gang bosses from three other locations.
Lighthouse Hotel.
By then Susie had returned to the office.
Alex was sitting, tasting the coffee she'd poured.
She stepped to the desk, glanced at Anna and Duggan on the sofa, then laid the four dossiers out.
Pulling up a chair beside Alex, she went back to the paperwork she hadn't finished.
Alex wasn't interested in the admin. He picked up the files and read carefully.
[Profile: Bruno Leo]
[Age: 41]
[Gang: Deli Gang]
[Primary rackets: lending, collections, sex services, …]
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[Profile: Harold Black]
[Age: 52]
[Organization: Hadro Organization]
[Primary rackets: bootleg liquor smuggling, sex services, fencing stolen goods, …]
—
[Profile: Takuya Matsuo]
[Age: 37]
[Group: Takuya-kai]
[Primary rackets: drug smuggling, human trafficking, organ trade, …]
—
[Profile: Irene Lyudmila]
[Age: 35]
[Gang: Giselle Crew]
[Primary rackets: arms sales, money laundering, underground casinos, …]
—
The four of them formed a ring, controlling more than seventy percent of Upper Manhattan's gray markets.
They complemented one another, no one encroaching on anyone else's profits.
Of course, Alex felt zero goodwill toward the Takuya Matsuo.
Even without seeing him in person, he'd already made up his mind.
When it was time to make an example—
he'd start with that one.
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