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Chapter 37 The Tragedy

Luo Cha hung up the phone, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

The office lights flickered slightly.

He took a deep breath and then dialed Álvaro Domingos's number.

The call was answered quickly.

"what's up?"

“My men have roughly located the hiding places of the Asians and Gina.”

27 San Antonio Road

“Very good. Hansen’s men will take over, and Scott will be in charge of the main operations.”

After a brief silence, Alvaro spoke again, his tone even colder: "But you have to go too."

Luo Cha squinted and stopped what he was doing.

"I want to ensure this operation is clean and efficient, leaving no trace."

The voice coming through the receiver remained steady, but every word carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Luo Cha gripped his phone tightly, staring up at the ceiling, his mind perfectly clear.

Alvaro had already noticed.

His ideas, and the conflict with Hansen.

This time, having him personally participate was not only to completely eliminate the target, but also as a warning.

Understand your place.

Cooperation is the only option.

A few seconds later, Rocha composed himself and calmly replied, "Understood."

In the early hours of the morning, the night was deep, and the trees swayed in the wind.

The bare branches cut through the silent darkness, their shadows intertwining and surging like waves.

Four unmarked, dark-colored SUVs were parked on the dirt road, all their lights off.

Scott crouched in the shadows outside the villa, his night vision goggles flashing a faint green light.

He moved closer to the headset and pressed the PTT button:

“Alpha, breach the main entrance; Bravo, block the east side, cover the windows and side doors, hold position until Alpha breaches.”

A short click came over the radio, all groups had confirmed their presence, and the channel returned to silence.

The assault team quickly took position in front of the door, forming a Y-formation.

“SET”.

The breacher crouched down, placed the plastic explosive between the door lock and hinge, connected the black cable to the detonator, and quickly retreated to cover after confirming it was secure.

Scott stood on the flank, his finger on the trigger guard, steadying his breathing and observing the surrounding movements.

"STANDBY".

"EXECUTE".

"boom!"

The blast wave, carrying wood chips and fragments, caused the door to suddenly burst open inwards.

"MOVE!"

Team members darted in, their infrared lasers sweeping across the entire living room.

"CLEAR!"

"RIGHT CLEAR!"

The air was filled with the smell of burnt dust.

The old, dilapidated tables and chairs in the corner were overturned, and the coffee table was piled with empty beer bottles and scattered food packaging.

Scott's gaze swept across the floor, and the large patches of dried, dark blood made him frown. "Go upstairs."

The assault team quickly adjusted their formation.

The scout quickly approached the stairs, keeping his gun pointed at the high angle area and his shoulders pressed against the wall to minimize his exposed area.

The second-in-command followed closely behind, aiming at the possible cover location at the far end of the corridor.

Scott served as the central commander, coordinating efforts while monitoring lateral threats.

The defenders are responsible for guarding and ensuring the safety of the evacuation route.

At the end of the corridor, a light shone through the darkness, suggesting that a door was not completely closed.

Through the headset, a team member reported: "There might be a target, at the 12 o'clock direction."

Scott replied in a deep voice, "Ignore this room and clear the other areas first."

Following the principle of strengthening the side walls, the team continued to advance in sequence. "Clear the right side!"

"Clear the left side!"

After confirming that it was safe, Scott held up two fingers and gestured forward, signaling his deputy to check the suspicious room.

This is a bathroom.

A young man was tied to the toilet; his hair was disheveled and his face was pale.

The moment it saw someone enter, it began to struggle violently, whimpering in its throat, its eyes filled with both urgency and joy.

Scott frowned, lowered the gun, and pressed PTT:

“Alpha, Bravo, no HVT[1] here, repeat, HVT not found.”

A brief response came through the radio: "Received."

Scott took a deep breath, switched channels, and contacted Rocha again.

"Commander, the villa has been cleared. No Gina or any Asians were found."

"However, we found a detainee in the second-floor bathroom. His identity is unknown. Please provide instructions."

After a brief silence, Rocha's deep voice came through the earpiece:

"Received, I'll confirm when I come in."

Upon hearing this, Scott turned to his deputy and gestured for him to take control of the target.

A few minutes later, footsteps could be heard outside.

After identifying himself, Rocha pushed open the bathroom door and entered.

His calm expression changed instantly when his gaze fell on the detained youth.

He recognized this man.

Gabriel Teixeira.

Oswaldo Teixeira's only son.

In an instant, all the clues in my mind quickly pieced together.

Rubens did not lie before his death; there were indeed people within the intelligence agency who possessed the recordings.

The fact that Gabriel is here already says it all.

The group led by Teixeira also has its own ideas about the election.

Moreover, they may have already begun to act under Gina's coercion.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Rocha slowly exhaled: "Untie the things, I want to talk to him, everyone else get out."

Scott nodded, signaling his team to leave, and at the same time reached out and ripped the gag out of Gabriel's mouth.

The moment he was able to breathe freely, Gabriel burst into a violent cough.

He forced himself to take several deep breaths, but he still couldn't hold back his temper and started cursing angrily.

"Are you all fucking crazy? Let me go!"

"Otherwise, I'll tell Father what you good-for-nothings are doing! I'll make sure you're all wiped out!"

Scott was stunned and a little confused.

Wow, that's quite a boast.

What's the origin?
Hansen's son? Alvaro's illegitimate child?

How come I've never heard of this before?

Scott's thoughts drifted, and he began to daydream.

At the same time, Rocha stepped forward and whispered to Gabriel, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Gabriel, your father doesn't know you're trapped here."

The air solidified instantly.

Gabriel's anger froze, and he stammered, "What...what do you mean?"

Scott finally realized that this kid had absolutely no connection with the boss.

He blinked, awkwardly turned his head to stare at the ceiling, trying his best not to make his expression too awkward.

Rocha patted Gabriel on the shoulder and said gently, "Don't be nervous, we just want you and your father to have a good talk."

Upon hearing this, Gabriel gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't manage to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Tonight's events were too crazy; my emotions went through several extreme highs and lows, leaving me momentarily disoriented and even dulled in my senses.

Rocha ignored Gabriel's reaction and turned to Scott, instructing, "This is of great importance. I need to report to Alvaro immediately. You take him to the safe house and find some skilled men to keep a close watch on him."

　[1] High-value targets

　　
　
(End of this chapter)