Mission in Valenzuela

The night was long. The weight of Auto Dane's death still clung to Sarah like a second skin, pressing down on her with each breath she took. The mourners had left, and the house had fallen into an unsettling silence, but inside Sarah, a storm was raging. There was no time for grief, not yet. The empire her great-grandfather had built was now her responsibility, and she wouldn't let anything, not even mourning, stand in her way.

The casket that lay at the heart of the mansion had held more than just the body of the man who had shaped her destiny. It held secrets—plans, lists of enemies, and allies that stretched across continents. Auto Dane had been meticulous in his operations, and Sarah knew every name, every face. But now, it was her turn to take action.

Inside the room, the dim light cast long shadows on the walls. Sarah sat before the casket, a single sheet of paper in front of her. It was the list her great-grandfather had prepared, a list of the most dangerous and influential drug lords and mafia heads across Asia. And at the top of the list was **Danilo Fernandez**.

Danilo was not just any criminal. He was Asia's most wanted, a man who had escaped capture time and time again. His network spanned borders, and his criminal activities stretched from trafficking to money laundering. He had made enemies out of the wrong people and built an empire from fear and bloodshed. His name alone sent chills down the spines of law enforcement and even rival cartels.

Sarah's fingers traced the paper, her expression cold and unwavering. Danilo was no longer a name on a list to her; he was a target. A man who had betrayed everything the Cojuangco Mafia stood for. A man who had profited from suffering, and one who had caused irreparable damage to her family's network. Auto Dane had wanted him dead, and Sarah would fulfill that final wish.

Though her heart still bled from the loss of her great-grandfather, there was no room for weakness. Sarah had learned long ago that in their world, emotions were a luxury that only led to mistakes.

The mission in **Valenzuela** had been set long before the funeral. It was meant to be a clean operation, a swift strike after the auction. But plans rarely went as expected. Sarah wasn't surprised by the change in circumstances, nor would she let the disruption halt her. The attack on Auto Dane had proven that nothing would go according to plan—she'd learned that much the hard way. But that didn't mean she would back down.

She was the daughter of the queen. And no amount of grief would stop her from carrying out the mission.

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**Valenzuela – The Heart of the Underworld**

Valenzuela was a place where darkness thrived, a city that felt as if it was born from the shadows. It was a hub for crime—gangs, syndicates, and mafias all converged in this industrial labyrinth. Danilo Fernandez ruled here with an iron fist, pulling the strings of everyone, from small-time criminals to corporate elites.

Sarah had come to this city with only one purpose: to eliminate the head of the Fernandez empire. But she wasn't here to play games. There would be no long drawn-out battles or careful negotiations. She wasn't about to waste time. The target was clear, and she would do whatever it took to ensure Danilo Fernandez would never see the light of day again.

The night was her ally as she made her way to the **Fernandez estate**, a sprawling mansion protected by layers of security. It was ironic, really—how a man so immersed in darkness and corruption had surrounded himself with such an extravagant display of wealth. But Sarah had no time for irony. No time for distractions.

Her disguise was flawless: she wore a sleek black outfit that allowed her to move in and out of the estate undetected. With a mask resembling a fierce **tiger and eagle**, she was unrecognizable, a shadow among the night. The mask had become her signature, an image of ferocity and power that sent a message to anyone who dared face her.

She had planned the mission down to the smallest detail. Every guard was accounted for, every entrance and exit noted. Her assistant had hacked into the estate's security system, leaving no footage behind. No one would be able to trace her movements.

Sarah reached the heart of the mansion where **Danilo Fernandez** was expected to be meeting with his top lieutenants. His arrogance had always been his downfall—he never expected an attack in the heart of his fortress.

As she made her way through the dimly lit hallways, she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. The mission wasn't about revenge, not entirely. It was about power. The Cojuangco Mafia had been weakened by the death of Auto Dane, and if anyone was going to rebuild it, it would be Sarah. This was her chance to reassert dominance.

She reached the private conference room. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the voices inside. Fernandez was there, along with a few of his trusted men. They were discussing business, no doubt, oblivious to the impending storm.

Sarah silently slipped into the room through a hidden entrance—one she had identified earlier during her reconnaissance. Her movements were swift and precise. She moved like a ghost, unnoticed by the men in the room.

Then, without warning, she pulled out her **Barrett M107 sniper rifle**, taking her place in the shadows, her target locked in her sights. With a calm breath, she squeezed the trigger. The first shot hit Fernandez in the head, blood splattering across the table. The second shot struck his closest ally, who was seated beside him. The room erupted into chaos as Sarah reloaded, prepared to take down anyone who tried to flee.

The remaining men panicked, scrambling for their lives, but it was too late. Sarah was already on top of them. She moved through the room with a deadly grace, each strike, each move calculated. Her enemies never had a chance.

As the last of Fernandez's men fell, Sarah stood over their lifeless bodies. The mission was complete. But she didn't feel the satisfaction she had expected. The adrenaline was gone, replaced by the crushing weight of what had been lost. Her great-grandfather was gone. The world was in turmoil. But this was the life she had inherited—a life that demanded blood in exchange for power.

Before leaving the mansion, Sarah checked for any signs of life. There was no one left standing. As she exited, she couldn't help but think of what she had to do next. The list in the casket had been one of many. Fernandez was dead, but the war was far from over.

And Sarah, now more than ever, knew that nothing—nothing—could stand in her way.

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This chapter sets the tone for Sarah's cold, efficient mission after Auto Dane's funeral, showing her determination to carry on with her responsibilities despite the emotional turmoil. The description of the mission in Valenzuela highlights Sarah's skill and ruthlessness in the face of adversity