The commotion on the estate could’ve come straight out of an action movie. Dante’s men moved in tactical formation, weapons drawn, sweeping every corner of the villa with military precision. The thud of doors banging open, short, sharp orders, the barking of tracking dogs, and the pounding of heavy boots against the ground created a symphony of organized chaos.

Helicopters hovered overhead, kicking up dust with each descent, while the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the mansion grounds.