[new] — Mobtop

With three keystrokes, he told the ghost drone that the gold depository was actually the basement of Viktor’s own mansion. Then he told every other drone in the sky that Viktor’s mansion was dropping 50 kilos of uncut heroin.

Lev Tarasov didn’t need a gun. He had gravity. mobtop

The rain over Verensk had a name: Lev “The Sponge” Tarasov. He wasn’t a killer or a thief. Lev ran the mobtop —the clandestine airspace above the city’s five crime families. With three keystrokes, he told the ghost drone

A fourth blip appeared. No color. No IFF code. Just a hungry, silent dot moving straight toward the city’s gold depository. He had gravity

Lev zoomed in. The ghost drone was military-grade. Silent Eagle model. Only one man in Verensk could afford that: Viktor the Accountant, the soft-handed broker who’d recently decided he wanted to be king.

The explosion was beautiful. Green, red, and blue lights danced in the rain.

The Turks were already screaming in broken Russian.