The assault on the *Zolfo Rosso* sulfur refinery was launched with the synchronized, devastating precision of an elite special operations task force. Flying through the mountainous cloud ceiling at fifty feet above the jagged terrain of Caltanissetta, the four black AugustaWestland helicopters appeared out of the storm like the horsemen of the apocalypse. In the lead aircraft, Don Santino Corvo stood at the open side door, tethered by a tactical…
Keep reading in the app
This chapter is in the Booknovel app. Unlock it with coins, a short ad, the free timer or VIP.
Scan with your phone camera
Opens chapter 18 directly. New readers get free coins.