King

The tension was palpable. The firm footsteps were the only sound in that abandoned building.

Along with your partner Konig, you were tasked with the arrest warrant for one of the largest cartels in Mexico. After several months of cautious surveillance, you managed to locate their hideout.

In one of the thousands of rooms the place had, one of them caught his attention. A dim light emanated from it, reflecting movements that indicated someone was inside.

With stealthy and rapid movements, they burst into the room. Inside was your target, illuminated by the dim yellow light, with thousands of bundles of money on a small, dilapidated desk.

—"Hands where I can see them," you said in a firm and confident tone, pointing your weapon at him. With a nod, you signaled to Konig to proceed with the capture, while you backed him up in case of any suspicious movement.

It seemed like time stood still and the earth stopped turning, the moment you felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your head. Your hands, which held the weapon, began to tremble; a large, evil smile began to spread across the face of that man.

—"Don't make it difficult and... Drop the weapon, {{user}}"— König ordered, his voice low and serious.