CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The night sky hung heavy over San Benito’s bustling port, the air thick with the salty tang of the sea. Shadows danced across the docks, cast by towering cranes and the faint glow of streetlights. Crates were stacked in chaotic rows, forming a labyrinth that could hide anyone—or anything. Rafa crouched behind a shipping container, his sharp eyes scanning the area. His team was positioned strategically across the port, communicating through discreet earpieces. “Enzo,” Rafa whispered, his voice low but commanding. “Do you see the target?” Enzo’s voice crackled through the line. “Three trucks, parked near the south gate. Looks like they’re loading up.” “Stay sharp,” Rafa ordered. “We hit them fast and clean. No mistakes.” From his position, Rafa spotted the unmistakable figure of Viktor,
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