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By the time the third man fired a panicked burst into the darkness, Frank was already behind him. The suppressor coughed twice. Chest. Head.

Thwip. Twenty minutes later, Frank stood inside the Red Hook warehouse. The rain leaked through holes in the corrugated roof, creating silver curtains that swayed in the dark. The Congregation’s men were good—six of them, armed with automatic rifles, wearing tactical vests. o justiceiro serie

Behind him, he heard the first faint wail of sirens. Ahead, the night was endless. There were other names in the ledger. Other whispers. Other monsters. By the time the third man fired a