The night air over the Apapa Port complex was thick with the heavy stench of salt-water, rusted shipping containers, and diesel fumes from stationary trailers. It was 3:30 AM. The port was a chaotic maze of giant metal boxes stacked stories high, creating the perfect playground for a deadly ambush.Inside Warehouse 14, an abandoned storage facility with a leaky zinc roof, Adekunle stood in the darkness. He wasn't holding a weapon; he was holding a high-definition tablet connected to four mini-drones that Kazeem had secretly deployed into the night sky."Chief pikin," Sledge whispered, sneaking in through a broken side window, his face completely covered in black soot. He adjusted a heavy automatic rifle he had stolen from one of Damini's mercenaries the night before. "My boys don ground for outside. We hide inside the empty containers surrounding the main entrance. Nobody go see us.""Good," Adekunle murmured, his eyes glued to the glowing screen of the tablet. On the display, the thermal cameras of the overhead drones showed three black, unmarked delivery vans silently turning into the port lane, driving with their headlights turned completely off.Behind the vans, a standard military patrol pickup truck followed closely."They swallowed the bait completely," Adekunle grinned, a cold, sharp feeling of triumph rising in his chest. "My father sent his highest-ranking hit squad. Look at the uniform markings on the screen—that's Chief Solomon's personal command unit, led by the Captain himself.""Omo, these ones na real soldiers o," Sledge muttered, his grip tightening on his rifle. "If they enter this yard with that heavy machinery, our local irons no go fit match them.""They are not going to fire a single bullet, Sledge," Adekunle said smoothly, tapping a command on the tablet. "Kazeem, you dey look us live?""I dey look you, Chief pikin!" Kazeem's voice crackled through a tiny earpiece. The young mechanic apprentice was sitting two blocks away inside a crane control booth. "The moment the vans park inside the warehouse yard, I go drop the main container lock system. The gate go seal automatically."On the screen, the three unmarked vans and the military truck finally pulled into the open courtyard of Warehouse 14. The doors swung open, and twelve heavily armed men in black tactical gear jumped out, their laser-sights cutting through the darkness as they advanced toward the main warehouse doors. [1]The cold-faced Captain stepped out last, holding his radio. "Move in! Secure the one hundred million cash reserves and eliminate the boy immediately!"But before the soldiers could even touch the metal handle of the warehouse door, a deafening mechanical screech echoed through the night.CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-BOOM!Four massive, forty-foot shipping containers—each weighing over twenty tons—suddenly dropped from the overhead port cranes, slamming down with earth-shattering force right behind the military vehicles, completely blocking the entry and exit routes. The walls of the courtyard were sealed. The hit squad was trapped inside a solid steel cage.The Captain spun around, his face twisting into pure panic as he stared at the mountain of steel blocking their escape. "Ambush! Fall back! Fall back!""Too late, Captain," Adekunle's voice boomed through the warehouse's old public address speakers, echoing loudly across the port.Adekunle stepped out onto the high metal gantry inside the courtyard, holding his burner phone high in the air. Next to him, a giant professional camera crew from a top national television station—men Adekunle had paid using Damini's confiscated funds—turned on their high-powered floodlights, blinding the soldiers below."Smile for the camera, gentlemen," Adekunle shouted down, his voice full of absolute, supreme dominance. "You are currently live on the national morning news, breaking into a federal port facility under the direct orders of a jailed General. Say hello to the public!"
