The car belonging to Jorge Luís and Júnior was set on fire. Navalha wasted no time and thoroughly completed the job, setting everything ablaze without leaving a trace. As the flames consumed the vehicle, illuminating the sky with a sinister aura, Navalha smiled. I had the impression that Navalha had some passion for fire, but it was just a suspicion, because no one talked about it.
We headed towards the hill. This time, we used the entrance used by trucks, where there was a large iron gate and now a movable bridge. It was an additional security measure created by the Captain. Beneath the bridge, there was a deep ravine. When the bridge was raised, nothing and no one could enter.
We went straight to an old warehouse in the heart of the hill, a place with a dark basement at the back. As so
