The loud, terrifying screech of burning rubber echoed through the freezing cold air of the underground concrete bay. A long trail of thick black smoke rose up from the spinning tires as a massive black sedan slid across the slick floorboards. It came to a sudden halt right in front of their armored car, completely blocking their only way out into the street.

The heavy tinted window of the black sedan rolled down with a slow, mechanical sound.

Sitting in the front seat was a tall man with a deep, jagged scar running down his left cheek. It was Bruno Vance, the ruthless head enforcer who had worked for Victor...