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Who the hell are these guys?

The guy with the Fu Manchu mustache turned toward Bolan and said something. The Executioner couldn’t hear, but he was able to read the man’s lips: We’re Americans. Here to assist.

The mansion shook with a series of explosions, and its interior erupted in yellow flames. The big guy with the mustache got up and raced toward the burning building, the muzzle of his weapon spitting flame.

Bolan’s senses were returning. He glanced around and saw that Cepeda had been placed next to him. The soldier reached over and placed his palm on top of the dressing to apply pressure. It was already sodden with the captain’s blood.

Sounds of an explosion ripped through the night. More flames shot out of the mansion, and Bolan saw the new group of men, their saviors, pumping rounds into the burning structure. The cavalry had arrived, and they weren’t taking prisoners.

No one was getting out of there alive.

Time for Bolan to act.