The AT4 had obliterated the door

Bolan flattened against the wall for an instant, then spun into the opening, weapon at the ready. A large expensive lobby, detailed in wood and brass, had a crater in the marble floor, and was littered with body parts. Scorch marks spread out around the blast area, and trails of blood looked like the lines on a road map, linking human tissue, debris and dropped weaponry.

Bolan stepped inside.

The ceiling soared overhead, two stories high, with a chandelier suspended from it. Bolan saw trace amounts of blood on the lower rows of crystals, twenty feet above the floor.

Not a living soul in sight.

That wouldn’t last. By now Nuncio knew the building’s perimeter had been breached. Whoever was alive on the upper floors would be beefing up their defenses. So far the soldier’s team was unscathed, but that was about to change.

From this point forward, the Executioner knew, blood would be spilled on both sides.