Before the ruins and debris of the lab facility, which Killian had destroyed, the man stood in a state of extreme anger. Marco Lavgine—leader of SAF, the largest mafia group in Mexico, stared blankly at the facility he had built at a fantastic cost to develop a virus that would give him extraordinary profits, perhaps even make him the king of the world. Now, it is utterly destroyed.
Not only was his facility in ruins, but his trusted men were also dead. The mercenaries he had hired were all gone, trapped in the bottomless rubble beneath this barren desert in the middle of nowhere. Erick Stamp, the expert chemistry and virus professor who worked for him, was also dead, and the prototype had vanished.
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