Kapitel 664: Clueless Bianchi

From inside the hidden bunker, under the Bianchi mansion, the mob boss was finishing his meal, his face stuck in a rictus of annoyance.

His men had told him to stay inside the bunker since they expected a raid to start that morning. But it had been hours, and nothing had happened yet.

Normally, from inside the bunker, he had access to the surveillance system of the mansion. But ever since that fucking Oracle whatshisface had busted his security wide open, all his screens showed nothing.

He got up from his table and headed to the security console, hoping it would give him a different result.

As he sat in front of it, the screens were still black and unresponsive.

Francesco stood back up, this time heading to the door to the bunker, and pressed the intercom button. Since the intercom to the outside was linked to the power inside, it worked for him to speak to his men.

But they had to answer with predetermined knocks