ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀʏ (ꜱꜱ) : ꜰᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴠᴇꜱ | ʀʜᴇᴀ ᴡʀᴇɴ ᴀᴍʙʀᴏꜱɪᴏ (ɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱᴇx)

CHAPTER 35

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As the lead officer of this operation, I gathered my team in the briefing room. The dimly lit space hums with tension as everyone gears up, checking their comms and preparing their disguises. A reliable informant tipped us off about an illegal underground fight ring operating deep in the mountains. It's not just a fight club, it's a hub for drug deals, illegal gambling, and human trafficking.

"This won't be a standard raid," I say, pointing at the map projected on the wall. "The target is here, a hidden compound in the mountains, accessible only through a guarded dirt road. They don't let just anyone in. We'll need to go undercover as VIP guests, posing as wealthy gamblers looking to place big bets. Once inside, we gather intel, secure evidence, and signal the rest of the team to move in. Questions?"

A rookie raises his hand nervously. "Captain, what if they search us? Or ask questions about our background?"

"Stay calm and stick to your cover story," I reply, "you're high-rollers here to spend money, not answer questions. Reyes and I will handle the talking. Ramirez, Santos, you're muscle. Play the part, and don't break character." The team nods, and we finalize the plan. I distribute fake IDs, cash-filled briefcases, and designer clothing to complete the look.

The convoy stops a kilometer away from the compound. From there, we take a single unmarked SUV to the checkpoint. Armed guards emerge from the shadows as we approach, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. One of them signals us to stop, his rifle resting casually against his shoulder.

"What's your business here?" He asks, eyeing us suspiciously.

I smile, rolling down the tinted window. "We're here for the fights. Got a million to bet on the best fighter you've got." I tap the briefcase on the dashboard for emphasis.

The guard exchanges a glance with his partner before stepping aside. "Go on in. No trouble, or you'll regret it."

The SUV continues up the dirt road, finally reaching the compound, a large clearing surrounded by dense trees and jagged cliffs. Floodlights illuminate a makeshift cage in the center, where two fighters are engaged in a bloody match. Around the ring, well-dressed spectators shout and wave wads of cash. Armed guards patrol the edges, and a few hidden doors leading underground catch my eye. We step out of the SUV, blending into the crowd. I head straight to the betting area, where a gruff man with a clipboard and a cigar sizes me up.

"New faces," he says, narrowing his eyes. "What brings you here?"

"Money," I reply, flashing a confident smile. I pop open the briefcase, revealing stacks of cash. "I heard this is where the real action happens. I want in."

He grins, greed flickering in his eyes. "You've come to the right place. Bet big, and you'll see the best fights money can buy."

As the fights continue, Reyes and I mingle with the crowd, gathering intel and pinpointing key locations. Over my hidden earpiece, the surveillance team updates us.

"There's a locked storage area near the north cliffside, likely where they're keeping the trafficked individuals or contraband. Guards are stationed outside. We'll need a distraction to draw them away."

I nod subtly. "Copy that. Stand by for the signal."

Reyes leans in, pretending to discuss a bet. "How do we make the move?"

I glance at the crowd, then at the fighters in the ring. "We let the chaos work in our favor."

When the main event begins, the crowd surges forward, their focus entirely on the brutal match. Taking advantage of the distraction, Reyes deliberately spills a drink on a guard near the betting area, starting a loud argument. The commotion draws the attention of several other guards.