The air in the heart of the mainland was boiling. It was a massive political campaign rally for the opposition party, and thousands of supporters filled the local stadium, holding flags and blowing horns. Security was tight, but it was standard police security—nothing that could stop a well-orchestrated storm.Two blocks away, hidden in the shadow of an uncompleted building, the three unbranded black SUVs Chief Solomon provided were idling smoothly.Inside the lead vehicle, Sledge adjusted a black bandana over his face, his eyes wild with excitement as he patted the steering wheel. "Chief pikin, this machine too sweet! The way the engine dey roar, even police checkpoint go clear road give us!"Adekunle, sitting in the passenger seat, pulled down his own face mask. His heart was hammering, but his face remained a cold mask of focus. He had completely shed his old billionaire ego; right now, he looked like a seasoned street commander."Sledge, listen to me," Adekunle whispered, his voice sharp. "We are not here to kill anybody. The instruction from above is clear: create maximum chaos, tear down the opposition banners, and make the media report that the opposition security team started a riot among themselves. Give them five minutes of pure madness, then we roll comot.""Standard!" Sledge grinned, pulling out a heavy iron rod from under his seat. He picked up his walkie-talkie. "Boys! The food don done! Move in!"The three heavy SUVs suddenly accelerated, tires screeching brutally against the asphalt as they smashed right through the plastic security barriers at the stadium entrance.CRASH!Panic erupted instantly. The crowd scattered like wild birds as the black vehicles drove straight onto the field, spinning in chaotic doughnuts and kicked up massive clouds of dust. Sledge's boys poured out of the vehicles, swinging clubs, tearing down giant political billboards, and throwing smoke canisters into the stage."Run! Thugs don land!" people screamed, a massive stampede breaking out within seconds.Adekunle jumped out, blending perfectly with the chaos. He targeted the main media broadcast tent, aggressively ripping down the cables and smashing the recording cameras to ensure the official live stream went dead. He was moving with the exact tactical precision Corporal Titus had drilled into him back at the barracks.Within exactly four minutes, the stadium was a complete disaster zone. Teargas from the police arrived late, filling the air with white smoke."Time out! Move, move, move!" Adekunle shouted, signaling the boys.They scrambled back into the three SUVs. Sledge slammed his foot on the gas, reversing violently out of the stadium and disappearing into the chaotic Lagos traffic before the military patrol teams could even get the alert.Inside the escaping car, the street boys were celebrating, high-fiving each other and chanting Adekunle's name. "Chief pikin! You be king! The operation clear!"Adekunle smiled and cheered along with them, but beneath the dashboard, his hand was secretly pressing a button on a small, encrypted tracking device hidden inside his pocket.He looked at Sledge, who was happily driving the SUV, completely unaware of the digital trap around him. Every coordinate of their escape route, every voice recording of their celebration, and the exact location of where they were going to park the vehicles was being transmitted directly to Chief Solomon's military server.Adekunle knew the bitter truth: the more successful these operations were, the heavier the false accusations would be when his father finally slammed the prison gates on them. The street boys thought they were winning a war, but they were just writing their own long-term arrest warrants
