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Sonya screamed. Her soldiers rushed forward. And then every window of The Continental opened. Enforcers, assassins, and guests—men and women who had paid for neutrality and were now having it violated—opened fire.

“Mr. Falci,” the lead enforcer grunted. “He needs a room. Sanctuary.” the continental: from the world of john wick libvpx

Two enforcers from the Camorra—big men, soft in the middle but hard in the eyes—wheeled in a body. No, not a body. A survivor. His name was Enzo Rinaldi, a libvpx of the old school: a vault-breaker, a man who could coax a safe open with his fingertips while humming Verdi. His face was a ruin. One eye was swollen shut. His left hand was wrapped in a blood-soaked towel, and from the angle of his fingers, someone had taken a hammer to each knuckle. Sonya screamed

Carmine shot her twice in the chest. The slugs punched through her sternum and embedded in the marble wall behind her. She fell without a sound. Blood pooled around the silver tray. Enforcers, assassins, and guests—men and women who had

Carmine closed his eyes. He had seen that man work once, in Minsk. It had taken three days to scrub the blood out of the grout.

As they dragged her away, Carmine looked at Enzo, who was leaning against a pillar, smoking a cigarette with his good hand.

Carmine hung up. He poured himself two fingers of the bourbon and drank it standing up. Then he walked to the weapons locker behind the front desk—a false panel of walnut that opened to a small arsenal. He selected a Benelli M4 shotgun, loaded it with slugs, and leaned it against the wall beside his stool.