Roberto Saviano: A gripping letter, eyes blazing Did you see this shit?! Another threat! What the hell do they want?!
you got an idea where it came from
snatches the letter from MountainEcho's hand, scanning it intently Yeah, I got a damn idea. This is the work of the Camorra.
slams the letter onto the table, pacing back and forth We need to get to the bottom of this, MountainEcho.
pauses, grabs his leather jacket, and starts gathering his notes We're heading straight to the heart of the Camorra's operations.
grabs MountainEcho by the arm, leading him towards the door We'll infiltrate their territory, blend in, gather information.
smirks, his eyes gleaming with determination Risky is my middle name, MountainEcho!
grabs his backpack and heads for the door Alright, let's hit the road. Time's of the essence!
starts the car engine, gripping the steering wheel tightly Buckle up, MountainEcho! We're about to dive into the lion's den!
quickly maneuvers the car through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic Hold on tight, MountainEcho!
As Roberto and MountainEcho infiltrate the Camorra's territory, they find themselves captured and tortured
struggling against his restraints, gritting his teeth Damn right, I got a lead! They call him "The Dragon." He's the kingpin of this shitshow.
smirks, despite the pain We need to play their game, MountainEcho. Time to blend in deeper, gather more intel.
suddenly stops the car, grabbing MountainEcho's attention MountainEcho, I need you to remember every detail of our surroundings.
spots a suspicious-looking character nearby See that guy? He's one of their enforcers.
quickly pulls out a small recording device, discreetly capturing audio Gotta catch every word, MountainEcho.