Chapter 365: The Streets Run Red
The city was burning.
Explosions rocked the skyline, smoke curling into the night air like black veins choking the stars. The once-bustling streets of Nairobi had become a battlefield.
Gunfire echoed from every direction. Shattered glass crunched underfoot.
Ochieng stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building, watching the destruction unfold. His jaw tightened. Jafari had overplayed his hand.
Elaine's voice came through the earpiece. "We've lost two safe houses. Veronica's squad is pinned down near the Eastern Highway."
Ochieng inhaled deeply. "And the others?"
Elaine hesitated. "Scattered. Some are switching sides."
Ochieng clenched his fists. So it was starting.
Betrayal.
The city had become a chessboard, and Jafari was knocking pieces off one by one.
Ochieng pulled out his phone.
"Send the message."
Elaine paused. "Are you sure?"
Ochieng's voice was cold. "Now."
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Across the city, a dozen men and women received a single text.
"Kill order activated."
They didn't hesitate.
In one nightclub, a supposed ally named Moses was laughing, surrounded by women—until a bullet ripped through his skull.
A corrupt police officer who had secretly been feeding information to Jafari got into his car—only for it to explode into flames.
One by one, traitors fell.
The city streets, already soaked in blood, ran even deeper.
Ochieng wasn't just fighting back.
He was purging.
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On the Eastern Highway, Veronica crouched behind a bullet-ridden car. Her men were down to half their numbers, pinned down by automatic fire.
She reloaded her pistol, sweat dripping down her temple.
Then—a flicker of movement.
Three masked men sprinted toward her, blades drawn.
She moved.
Fast.
The first attacker swung—a clean strike aimed at her throat. She ducked, grabbed his wrist, and twisted. The snap of bone was followed by a scream.
The second came from behind.
She rolled forward, dodging the blade by inches, before spinning on her knee and firing two shots. One hit his stomach. The other? His throat.
The third hesitated.
Big mistake.
Veronica lunged, pressing her gun beneath his chin.
Bang.
His body dropped.
The gunfire had stopped. The remaining enemies realized—they had lost.
The survivors ran.
Veronica exhaled, pressing a hand to her bleeding shoulder.
She grabbed her radio.
"Ochieng… it's done."
His voice came through. "Good. Reinforcements are coming. Hold your position."
She leaned back against the car, staring at the sky.
This war wasn't just about power anymore.
It was about who would be left standing.
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That night, Ochieng sat alone in a dimly lit room.
Jafari had made his move.
Now?
It was his turn.
He picked up his phone, dialing a secure number.
When the line clicked, he spoke in a low, dangerous voice.
"Tell Jafari…"
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"…I'm coming for him."
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