Kelly stared at the screen of her phone for several moments, a puzzled expression etched deeply across her face.It was an unknown caller.She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the answer button, before finally pressing it."Hello, Kelly," a deep, familiar voice rumbled the moment she accepted the call.The sound of the voice sent shivers coursing down her spine. Her heart skipped a beat, and beads of cold sweat trickled down her temples, dampening her skin."You know who this is, don't you?" the voice asked with calm menace.Kelly didn’t answer right away.She let the words settle inside her like a weight before finally gulping down the lump in her throat and responding, her voice trembling, "You’re supposed to be dead. They said you were dead. How are you alive?""Yeah, they really thought they killed me," Mohammed bellowed with cold amusement. "How dumb of them to think they could get rid of me so easily.""But… how? How did you survive?" Kelly stammered, her voice now a low whisp

Blake paused his digging after hearing those words.He stood upright with a slow, stiff motion, his muscles sore from the day’s relentless toil. The shovel dropped to his side, its metal head sinking slightly into the dry, sunbaked soil. Raising his right arm, he wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead with the back of his sleeve, smearing dirt across his brow in the process.The sky above blazed in relentless fury, and the dry air reeked of sweat, dust, and rusting iron from the nearby barbed wire fences. Around them, inmates moved like sluggish ants—some digging, others pushing wheelbarrows of sand under the scorching gaze of the armed guards.Blake exhaled a long, weary breath, the kind that came from somewhere deeper than his lungs. A breath that carried the weight of something heavier than just exhaustion. He turned his head slowly, meeting Officer Perez’s gaze with a guarded look.“What you’re saying...” Blake began, his voice low, his tone tinged with disbelief. “It’s not as

Perez remained crouched inside the narrow, stinking passage after Blake left, his back pressed against the damp wall. He waited patiently, his eyes fixed upward, the faint light from above barely illuminating the mold-streaked walls around him. A few moments later, Blake reappeared at the top of the hole. Without saying a word, he tossed a thick rope down into the shaft. Perez grinned, immediately gripping the rope with both hands. Blake braced himself and began pulling. With a grunt and a heave, Perez was hoisted up and out of the tunnel. As he emerged, the damp, rotten smell of the passage gave way to the dry, dusty air of the outside. He took a breath and glanced around. They were in the backyard of a building—filthy, cluttered with waste, broken crates, rusted scraps of metal, and piles of old, tattered fabric. Rats scurried in the shadows. The place was a graveyard of forgotten things. From where they stood, muffled voices could be heard drifting from inside the building—fe

Back in Mr. Fernando’s Mansion...The courtyard of the mansion was bustling with heavily built men, each of them armed with guns and warming up their muscles. Some were engaged in target practice—firing at paper silhouettes pinned a few meters away, the air vibrating with the sharp cracks of gunfire.Inside the mansion, the living room was equally crowded with men, their movements calculated and silent. They surrounded the large center table, where stacks of cash were being counted, arranged, and loaded into a sleek silver briefcase. The atmosphere buzzed with intensity and precision.Beside the table, several packs of cocaine and opium lay in neat piles. Bolasco, Mr. Fernando’s trusted right-hand man, was personally overseeing the packaging of the narcotics, ensuring everything was in perfect order.Mr. Fernando sat opposite the operation, his expression hard as stone. In his right hand, he gripped a glass of whiskey. Though his eyes followed the hustle of his men, his mind wandered

The shiny black car pulled over after arriving at the bridge, and the driver turned to face Kelly, who was seated silently in the back seat.“We’re here, ma’am,” he said softly.“Good. The bodies should be here,” Kelly replied as she pushed the door open and stepped outside. The driver also exited the car.The two of them stood beside the vehicle, their eyes scanning the entire bridge. The night air was chilly, and the gentle wind made Kelly’s long black cloak flutter behind her like a banner of shadows.She glanced around the area until her gaze finally landed on several indistinct shapes lying motionless a few meters ahead.“That should be it,” she murmured, her eyes narrowing and fixating on the dark figures sprawled across the bridge. “Come on.”Without another word, they advanced, their footsteps echoing faintly against the concrete.At first, the darkness made it hard to identify what the shapes were. But as they drew closer, it became clear—bodies. Four of them. Lying in grotes