The moment Viktor Petrov and his men entered the dilapidated warehouse, Dmitri gave the signal. The security team, strategically positioned around the perimeter, moved in with precision and speed, cutting off all escape routes.
The element of surprise was on their side. Petrov and his allies, caught off guard, scrambled for their weapons, a chaotic scramble in the dim light filtering through the grimy windows. Gunfire erupted, shattering the silence and filling the air with the acrid smell of gunpowder.
Dmitri, fueled by adrenaline and a fierce determination to protect Elías, moved swiftly through the warehouse, taking down Petrov's men with ruthless efficiency. He was a force to be reckoned with, his years of experience in the underworld evident in every move he made.
Elías, despite his lack of combat training, refused to be left behind. He stayed close to Dmitri, providing support and watching his back. He knew that he couldn't match Dmitri's skill, but he was determined to do whatever he could to help.
The battle raged on, a brutal and chaotic dance of violence. Petrov, realizing that he had been outmaneuvered, attempted to flee, but Dmitri intercepted him, blocking his path.
"It's over, Viktor," Dmitri said, his voice cold and menacing. "You've lost."
Petrov sneered, his eyes filled with hatred. "This isn't over, Dmitri," he spat. "I'll make you pay for what you did to me. You and everyone you care about."