Chapter 97— The Trap at Dusk

(Point of view: Narrator)

Night had fallen over Montevideo like a heavy blanket. On a secluded corner, a building with no sign buzzed with whispers, smoke, and forced laughter. The underground casino pulsed with the clinking of chips and the scent of cheap alcohol. No one suspected that the police had quietly surrounded it, like a pack of wolves waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

In the operations room, agents monitored the hidden cameras they had installed d