Adonis exited the hall where he had just finished a meeting with the task force agents. He had laid out their assignments and deployment plans for tomorrow, the dreaded day one of Oliver's bombing spree. With the weight of impending chaos on his shoulders, Adonis tried to find solace in the embrace of his bed, but sleep escaped him like a wily shadow in the night. He turned to his woman, "Valerie," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "I can't shake this feeling of dread that something bad is about to happen and it's not Oliver I'm afraid of, but all of these responsibilities that come with becoming king. Look at it, I haven't even ascended to the throne yet, and the troubles are already piling up."Valerie, her eyes filled with understanding and warmth, reached out and touched his hand reassuringly. "Adonis," she said softly, "I understand your apprehension and fear, trust me, I do. But you were born for this role, and you've shown time and again that you have the wisdom and

Adonis sat in the vehicle, his heart racing as he initiated the crucial call to the commissioner. Keeping his voice composed, he greeted the commissioner and ventured forth with his fabricated plan. "I want to send my men to Celestrophia again," Adonis began, carefully measuring his words. "I have a feeling that Oliver might be there. We've tried before, but this time, I believe we might get results."The commissioner, with a hint of skepticism in his tone, responded, "Why now, Your Highness? We've had no luck in the past."Adonis pressed on, his voice laced with a feigned sense of determination. "It's a hunch, Commissioner. We can't afford to overlook any lead. Are you on board with this plan?"After a brief pause, the commissioner reluctantly agreed, "Very well, Your Highness. If you believe it's worth a try, we can proceed."The call ended, and Adonis's heart raced with anticipation as he waited for a message from Jesse. The plan was set in motion – he had given the commissioner a

Adonis hesitated for a moment, his curiosity piqued by the ringing phone. He picked it up, bringing it to his ear, and listened intently to the voice on the other end. Oliver's frantic ranting filled his ears. "I can't believe you, Commissioner! I told you that I need to know every of his moves, he tells you everything, why on earth are you so slow, I should not have to call you before you let me know anything about his movements!" Oliver's voice crackled with frustration.Adonis held the phone away from his ear for a moment as Oliver continued his tirade. Then, with a calm and collected demeanor, he interrupted, "Oliver, it's not the commissioner."There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a bewildered, "Who is this?"Adonis couldn't help but chuckle softly. "It's Adonis, Oliver. It seems the commissioner won't be able to assist you any longer.""Well, well, well," Oliver said with a sly chuckle, "it seems the commissioner had a bit of a slip, didn't he? You're quite the

The tracker had arrived, and Adonis wasted no time briefing him on the task at hand. They needed to locate Oliver through a phone call, and the tracker assured them that he could accomplish the job. He emphasized the necessity of a ninety-second call to pinpoint Oliver's location accurately. With their plan in motion, they turned their attention to the captured guard, their determination unshaken. They needed him to make the crucial call to Oliver, even though he had deleted all traces of their previous conversations. Initially, the guard remained silent, stubbornly refusing to cooperate. But as the pressure mounted, he finally relented and dialed Oliver's number. The call went through, and Adonis took the phone, speaking calmly but urgently. "Oliver," Adonis began, "we've captured one of your minions yet again." There was a pause on the other end, and then Oliver's voice, cold and calculating, responded. "Who told you those were my minions, Adonis? They were nothing more than tool

As Adonis and the elders anxiously awaited news of the police mission's outcome, a sense of unease hung heavy in the air. Adonis couldn't help but consider the myriad of possibilities that could derail their plans. What if Oliver had somehow learned of the police's approach and was lying in wait to ambush them like he had done twice? What if his henchmen had already scattered upon hearing of the police's arrival? Maybe he still had more minions giving him information? Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and Adonis' patience and hope was starting to waver. Some of the elders began to voice their doubts, questioning whether everything was truly unfolding as Adonis had envisioned. They had been waiting for nearly an hour, and the absence of any updates was gnawing at their patience too. Adonis remained silent, but the seeds of doubt had already been sown in his mind. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that their carefully laid pl