Chapter 45

The heavy thud of boots on pavement echoed through the amusement park as the Special Operations Unit formed a perimeter. The black helmets and loaded rifles glinted under the sun, casting long, sharp shadows over the scattered banknotes Leon had previously thrown. "I called them here," Tariq said. His voice was low, devoid of any performative triumph. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on Leon's trembling form. Leon's face paled, the sneer he had worn just moments ago...