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Chapter 569 Ribeiro’s Dilemma
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Sergeant Ribeiro stood beside his desk, the old corded phone cradled between shoulder and ear, his tone tense but measured. The murmur of chaos filtered through the thick door behind him — boots pounding, voices barking orders, and radios crackling urgent updates.

The entire precinct was in disarray, teeming with officers of all ranks reacting to the prison riot that had shattered the day’s routine.

“I know it was madness, believe me,” he said into the receiver, trying to keep his voice calm despite the frenzy outside. “The commissioner will release a statement to the press clarifying everything.”

Even as he spoke, the door to his office creaked open, letting the corridor's clamor spill in with greater force. He barely noticed at first — until a figure stepped inside.

A man stood before him in ill-fitting clothes, the kind borrowed hastily without regard for size or style. A large hoodie draped awkwardly over his frame, the hood pulled low. A pair of sunglasses, far too small for his
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