Chapter 223. Gunshots

The journey to Marco's hideout lasted a little over two hours, and nobody spoke much during the drive. The excitement from the field had slowly been replaced by something heavier and darker.

It was anticipation.

Inside the first vehicle, Rico sat quietly in the back seat with Ezio beside him. His elbow rested against the door while his eyes remained fixed on the darkness outside.

Streetlights came and went, buildings grew fewer, and soon even the roads began to look abandoned. The closer they got to their destination, the more isolated everything became.

Several black vehicles followed behind them, carrying the rest of their men. The convoy moved through the night like a shadow. Nobody wanted to alert Marco and risk losing him again.

Eventually, Bruno’s voice crackled through the communication device