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he gunshot is painfully loud. The soldier’s head jerks back. A perfect hole appears in the center of his forehead at the same time a mess of bloody chunks fly out from the back of his skull.
He drops to his knees and topples over sideways, dead.
Looking at the body, Declan sighs.
Chaos erupts. Soldiers from both sides surge forward, shouting and waving guns. An infuriated Massimo hollers at Quinn. Tomasi and Aldo are frozen in shock, gaping.
Ricci holds up his arms, turns to the Italian soldiers, and thunders over the fray, “Shut the f**k up and put down your weapons!”
There’s a pause in the noise, into which he says in Italian, “Anybody who fires a shot won’t walk out of here alive.”
Throwing hard glances left and right, the muttering soldiers lower their guns.
Declan mak
