Max Hartwell stood over Russo's lifeless body, the weight of their victory sinking in. The air still buzzed with the aftermath of gunfire, but an eerie calm began to settle over the room. He holstered his gun, the heavy tension in his muscles starting to release. Yet, he knew this was only the beginning of a new fight—one to rebuild the city from the ruins of Russo's empire.
Jessica wiped blood from her cheek, her eyes meeting Max's with a mixture of relief and lingering fear. "Is it really over?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"For Russo, it is," Max replied, scanning the room for any remaining threats. "But there's always someone waiting in the wings."
Violet approached, her usual cool demeanor slightly cracked by the night's events. "We need to secure the area and gather any intel we can. Russo's records might lead us to his remaining operations."
Max nodded. "Let's start with his office."
