Chapter 38 - The Psychological Strike
*“Fermati! Siete circondati dai cani di Salvatore! Gettate le armi o morirete tutti in questa fogna!”*
The linguistic weapon struck with devastating psychological precision. To men raised on the brutal folklore of the old Sicilian underworld, hearing that specific, uncompromised dialect echoing from the unseen heights felt like a terrifying judgment from the ancestors themselves.
Dante froze mid-stride, his weapon trembling in his hand. "Hold your fire!" he yelled frantically to his men, though panic was already spreading through their ranks like wildfire. "It's a trick! Find the speakers!"
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But hesitation in a high-stakes standoff is fatal. Taking advantage of the paralyzed confusion among the intruders, Gabriel’s elite tactical unit moved silently from the shadows, securing every exit route before a single shot could be fired. Within minutes, the rogue faction realized the utter hopelessness of their position. One by one, Dante's men dropped their firearms onto the concrete and raised their hands in unconditional surrender.
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