The professional soldiers spread across the street like deadly shadows. I counted at least twenty men, all armed with automatic weapons. These were not street thugs or family muscle. These were killers trained for war.
"Everyone get down," Lucky commanded, pulling me behind a car. His voice carried the authority of someone who had seen real combat. "These men are not here to negotiate."
My Queens scattered for cover, but I could see the terror in their eyes. They had been brave against Elena's local thugs. But these new arrivals moved like death itself. Cold. Calculated. Unstoppable.
"Federal agents, fall back," Elias shouted into his radio. "We need backup. Military backup. Now."
Elena's laughter echoed from where she knelt on the ground. Even with blood on her face and handcuffs on h
