Inferno's assassin problem was getting out of hend, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Unlike when Gaia sent its grunts after him, he couldn't easily locate them before incidents happen. Carrying out attacks in a big city meant they knew how to navigate their way around its surveillance system, so Volcan couldn't rely on it to smoke them out.
For the time being, all they had to do was make sure to survive. It was a miracle that they had yet to have any casualties, but that could change at any moment.
"You, you, and you. Get out."
Standing in front of a group of fifteen, Dante picked three of them to be thrown out. Their faces went pale right away, and one of them shot up from his seat, immediately starting to complain. Before he could utter a word, about a doze pistols were pointed in his direction.
"When the boss says get out, you get out." Carlos said.
