The city, still awakening, was shrouded in a hazy twilight. Neon lights flickered and buzzed, casting eerie glows onto rain-slicked streets. The car's engine thrummed as it tore through the back alleys, Moretti in the backseat, bound and furious, flanked by Rachel and Evelyn. Max drove with a steely focus, his eyes cutting through the dawn's fog like a blade through the silence.
The plan was simple but daring: infiltrate Moretti's private estate on the outskirts of the city and secure the evidence of his crimes hidden in a fortified safe. Max's contact, Leo, had provided crucial details about the layout and the security measures, but they knew it would be a fight to the finish.
As they approached the estate, a sprawling mansion surrounded by high walls and guarded by men with quick triggers, the tension in the car was palpable. Rachel turned to Max, her voice barely a whisper, "You sure about this? We're walking into the lion's den."
