Chapter 141

Author’s POV. The night smelled like death. Gunfire cracked through the air, cutting through the darkness like a jagged blade. The warehouse was an inferno of noise—bullets tearing through metal, shattering glass, bodies hitting the concrete. The scent of blood, gunpowder, and sweat clung to the air, thick enough to choke on. They had walked into a trap. Nadei knew it the second they stepped inside. The way the shadows shifted wrong, the unnatural stillness before the first shot rang out—this wasn’t just another hunt. This was an ambush. Sokolov fucked them over. "Cover!" Nikolai’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chaos as he dove behind a stack of crates, returning fire. The enemy was everywhere, moving like wraiths between the rusted machinery and stacks of abandoned shipments. The dim industrial lighting cast long, distorted shadows, turning the battlefield into a hellscape of flickering shapes and shifting figures. "Where the fuck are they coming from?" Renzo snarled, ducking b