Superintendent Mark Tunde sat in his office, scrutinizing classified files scattered across his desk. The aroma of his tea had long since faded. Rivers State was plagued by rampant crime, corruption, and impunity. The escalating crisis surrounding Raphael Dokubo’s illegal arms trafficking operation has only intensified the turmoil. His team had executed a carefully coordinated raid, uncovering a stockpile of weapons capable of arming an entire battalion. This operation came after a series of secretive surveillance, wiretapping, and deep infiltration into the criminal underworld. Several of Dokubo’s operatives had been detained, and their confessions directly implicated the wealthy businessman in a sprawling arms network. For a moment, it appeared justice might triumph, and Rivers State could glimpse a path out of lawlessness. However, that hope was short-lived. In a decision that defied both reason and ethics, Police Commissioner Obed Ede ordered the release of the

Lebari Tor sat at the head of his lavish mahogany table, his luxurious home overlooking the glittering Port Harcourt skyline. The room was eerily silent, save for the steady drumming of his fingers against the polished surface. The evidence before him painted a disturbing picture: Senator Amapiki, the man he had mentored and supported for years, was secretly associating with Prince Raphael Dokubo. The realization filled him with equal measures of anger and disgust. Prince Dokubo wasn’t just another criminal. He was the region's clandestine power broker, overseeing an expansive network of illicit activities, from oil theft to arms deal. To think that Amapiki, a man he had painstakingly elevated, had forged an alliance with someone so dangerous was intolerable. His investments and trust had been betrayed, and such disloyalty couldn’t go unpunished. He studied the incriminating photographs once more. The grainy images of Amapiki and Dokubo meeting in

The atmosphere at Port Harcourt International Airport was fraught with tension as law enforcement officers escorted Ofor, a notorious criminal. He had been arrested the night before during a covert operation. Now, with handcuffs securing his wrists and a grim expression on his face, he was being flown to Abuja for interrogation. As the plane taxied along the runway, Ofor maintained his composure, his sharp eyes methodically observing his surroundings.The officers guarding him remained on high alert, fully aware of his reputation for being unpredictable and cunning. Despite being shackled, he radiated defiance, almost as if challenging his captors to try and break his spirit. For a man who had managed to evade justice for so long, the journey to Abuja seemed like the opening move in an intense battle of wits.Upon landing at Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport, a convoy of security vehicles was waiting. He was promptly transferred into an armored van, surrounded by armed escorts. The