Chapter Twenty Three:The Trap Closes
The industrial district looked dead at night. Most of the factories had been abandoned years ago. Rusted gates, broken windows, and empty warehouses lined the streets like forgotten skeletons of the past. The only sound was the wind moving through loose metal sheets and old wires. It was the perfect place for an ambush. Marcus sat inside the parked car with the engine off, watching the empty road ahead. Beside him, the rifle rested across his lap. Darius stood a few meters away behind a concrete barrier, scanning the dark street carefully. Malik leaned against the hood of another car across the road, staring down at his phone. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. Marcus checked his watch. “They should be close,” he said quietly through the small radio. Darius’s voice came back. “S
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