As expected, Jullius can count six of Vitto's best men, not that he had many, but these could give us a little trouble if we had to take them down now. Enzo with a long-range weapon stayed behind and so Jullius, and I was waiting for the right moment to enter.
My heart gave me the answer I needed, I could somehow feel its closeness. — I found you, baby, I'm going to sing for you.
— Sing? What the f**k? Said Jullius, interrupting my reverie.
— Fotarsi, bastard! -He shook his head laughing, and soon Enzo's signal arrived, a fat man dressed as a mobster from the thirties fell with the direct shot given by Enzo, then a second near the door, we were counting on a dozen men, but it could be less.
Jullius sneaking up against the wall, with a quick, clean stroke, knocked over the third.
Enzo
