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Chapter 129: The Russian Threat
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PIER 4 - OUTER PERIMETER, BLACK DRAGON TERRITORY - 03:00 AM

The freezing fog rolling off the Atlantic Ocean was thick enough to swallow a man whole. At the very edge of Pier 4, the outer boundary of the Black Dragon Empire, six heavily armed sentries patrolled the loading docks. They carried automatic rifles and wore heavy Kevlar vests. For the past three years, no one had dared to even look at this pier the wrong way. The reputation of Marco Rossi was a shield far thicker than the body armor t
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