As Sir Ren stared at the screen, the footage played on, showing a younger Mello, dressed in tattered clothes, dropping off delivery packages in a run-down neighborhood. The sight of Mello, who now carried an air of authority and power, working in such humble conditions caught Sir Ren completely off guard.His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Are these real or generated?" he asked, his voice low but tense.Alex, standing confidently beside the screen, replied, "100% authentic, sir. No fabrication. I dug deep into old security cameras and public records. It’s real."Sir Ren folded his arms, leaning in closer to the screen, still processing what he was seeing. "So, Mello was once nothing more than a delivery boy," he mused, a wicked smile forming on his face. "This could be useful.""Have you run authentication tests on this?" Sir Ren asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.Alex nodded confidently. "All tests came back clean."With a smirk, Alex pressed another button, and a new video began p
Mello pressed a hidden button on the wall, and to Kelan’s astonishment, a secret door slid open, revealing a stark contrast to the dilapidated exterior. Inside was a sleek, high-tech room, illuminated with soft white lights. The place was filled with the hum of computers, and a team of people sat at monitors, typing furiously, fully engrossed in their tasks.Kelan’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene. “I can't believe this... how is this even possible?" he whispered in disbelief.Mello smirked. "This is the real heart of the operation, hidden in plain sight." Kelan just shook his head, still stunned. The outside of the building had been a perfect cover, but inside, it was a cutting-edge facility. This was where Mello’s plan was really taking shape."This is where it all begins," Mello said, his voice steady but filled with determination. "The team has been working tirelessly, day in and day out, to uncover every piece of dirt on Sir Ren. It's only a matter of time before we find som
One of the team members suddenly stood up."Sir, I found something."Mello and Kelan both turned and walked over to his computer.On the screen was a map with a large red dot marking a location."What does this mean?" Mello asked."I think I've found Sir Ren's drug warehouse. This is likely where he runs his main operations."Mello's eyes sharpened as he looked at the red dot flashing on the screen. He leaned closer to the technician. "Are you certain this is the location?"The technician nodded. "Based on the patterns of movement, encrypted communication logs, and the unusual activity we’ve tracked, I’m about 90% sure this is it. Sir Ren is running his main drug operation out of this warehouse."Kelan whistled softly. "That’s deep in the industrial district. It’s the perfect spot for something like this—hidden, untraceable."Mello straightened up, the gears in his mind turning rapidly. "We need to act fast before he realizes we’ve found him. How many men do we have on standby?"Kelan
"If that's all, then let’s move," Kelan said, his voice calm but firm. The men nodded and began to prepare, adjusting their gear and checking their weapons. Each man knew their role, and there was no room for mistakes.The group moved with precision, splitting into smaller teams as they made their way to the vehicles waiting outside. The air was tense, but they were professionals—focused and ready.As they climbed into the vans, Kelan gave a final nod to the driver. "Stick to the plan. No detours. We need to be in and out fast."The driver nodded back, and the vans pulled out, heading toward their target. The streets passed by in a blur of lights and shadows, the city quiet at this late hour. Inside the van, the men sat in silence, the only sounds being the occasional click of gear being checked and the low hum of the engine.Kelan sat at the front, his mind running through every detail of the plan. He glanced back at the men, making sure they were ready. They had done this before, bu
The man with the scar narrowed his eyes at them, clearly not satisfied. "Before we talk prices, I need to know—who’s your boss? I don’t deal with just anybody."One of the decoys smirked, leaning forward slightly. "I can’t give you that information just yet. But what I can tell you is that our boss is a high-ranking government official, someone with a lot of influence."The scarred man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism fading slightly. "A government official, huh? That’s interesting." He tapped his fingers on the desk, considering the words carefully. "If that’s true, you should have no trouble paying the price I’m about to offer."The men nodded confidently. "We wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t handle the cost."The scarred man leaned back in his chair, seemingly satisfied for now. "Alright. Let’s talk business then.""And one more thing," one of the decoys said, pausing as the conversation turned serious.The scarred man raised an eyebrow. "What?""My boss would like to meet Sir Ren
Kelan’s car pulled up to the hidden base, its headlights cutting through the dark. He stepped out quickly, waving for the rest of the team to follow him inside. They hurried through the doors, eager to report back to Mello.In the control room, Mello was standing in front of a bank of monitors, his eyes scanning over various data points and maps. The soft hum of the computers filled the air as his crew worked quietly around him.Mello looked up as Kelan and the decoy squad entered. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.Kelan grinned. "It went exactly as planned. The decoys pulled it off without a hitch. We dangled the bait, and Sir Ren’s men are interested. They’ll be reaching out soon through the anonymous link."Mello nodded, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. "Good. That’s what we need. They’ll make the next move, and we’ll be ready for them."One of the decoy members stepped forward, still buzzing with adrenaline. "We mentioned the $2
The next morning, Sir Ren sat at the head of a long, polished table in his office, sipping his coffee and watching the city come to life through the wide glass windows. His phone rang, interrupting his quiet moment. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Jan, his right-hand man at the drug warehouse headquarters. A rare early-morning call from him. Sir Ren's brows furrowed as he answered the call.“What is it?” he asked, his voice calm but curious.There was a brief pause on the other end, and then the gruff voice of his trusted lieutenant came through, laced with tension. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”Sir Ren straightened a bit“What kind of problem?”The man’s voice lowered as if he feared someone might overhear, despite being miles away. “We had some buyers come through yesterday. Said they wanted a large supply. Real big operation.”Ren’s eyes narrowed. “And?”“They were asking questions, boss. Too many questions. And they wanted to meet you, face to face.”Sir Ren’s mind raced
Sir Ren stood up, smoothing out the creases in his suit as his female assistant entered the room, carrying his leather briefcase. "The cars are ready, sir," she said, her voice calm and professional.He nodded with a smile, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Perfect. Let’s go."With a confident stride, he followed her out of the office and into the bright sunlight, where a sleek convoy of luxury cars awaited. The engines purred softly, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the light.As he slid into the back seat of the lead car, Ren felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. His plans were moving smoothly, and tonight was reserved for some well-earned relaxation at his penthouse. He could already picture the view from his top-floor suite, He leaned back in the plush seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "To the penthouse," he instructed the driver. The assistant settled into the seat beside him, organizing his schedule for the evening. The convoy pulled away from the building, glidi