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" I can't believe it," I mutter to myself as I sift through the evidence in front of me. "This whole
time, they've been right under our noses." I couldn't believe my eyes as I surveyed the
shoddy surroundings of the building. The walls are littered with graffiti, and the floors are
coated in grime and filth. The air is thick with the pungent scent of drugs and a chill runs
down my spine as I realise where I am.
" You're not supposed to be here," a voice behind me interrupts my thoughts. I turn to see a
man in a suit, a scowl on his face.
" I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone was here," I say, trying to sound apologetic. "I was just
looking for my friend's place."
he man narrows his eyes at me, clearly not buying my excuse. "You're not fooling anyone,"
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he says, his voice cold and menacing. "You're a cop, and you're here to bust us."
I take a step back, my heart racing. I know I'm in over my head, but it's too late to apologise
now. I've come this far, and I can't turn back.
" I don't know what you're talking about," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm just trying
to find my way out of here."
But the man doesn't believe me. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun.
"You made a big mistake coming here, kid," he says. "Now you're going to pay for it."
I try to run, but he's too fast. He tackles me to the ground and points the gun at my head.
ike a flash of a camera the man in the suit was handcuffed and dragged away. I let out a
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sigh of relief, knowing that I've narrowly escaped with my life. But I also know that this won't
be the last time I cross paths with the drug empire.