Chapter 77

"Look for survivors!" the goons echoed his orders, but Salvatore knew that with the sight at the entrance, they would meet something more gruesome inside.

But still, he watched the soldiers go their way, salvaging corpses to get to the living soldiers.

Adler, in front of him, was squatting over a disemboweled corpse, back rigid and face to the sky.

Didn't the stink disturb him to be so close? The gashed heads, slit throats, and the pungent smell of open bodies held the picture of a medieval killing spree.

_'I believe there is a devil....his name is Ruslan.'_

Salvatore felt a shiver run up his spine; Sara had known. She knew what she was talking about.

Wherever he stepped, he felt he was waddling in blood; it was everywhere, on the walls, the drums that served as a roadblock, all thanks to Adler thinking his new enemy would seek the backdoor out of Campania.

As always, he was accurate, except this time, it came at a price, And it p