Chapter 140: Battle Royale

One week later, deep within the Amazon rainforest, Nicolau Silva's compound lay nestled like a hidden scar. It was a sprawling, self-sufficient hub of illicit operations: sturdy wooden cabins housed his men, two large corrugated steel warehouses hummed with activity, and a constant rotation of heavy trucks rumbled in and out. Guerilla armed forces, a mix of hardened young adults and grizzled veterans, patrolled the perimeter and manned watchtowers. Their attire varied, but a unifying splash of crimson—a red hat, a scarlet bandana, or a blood-red T-shirt—marked them as belonging to the formidable Commando Vermelho.