Chapter 122: Whispers in the Shadows

The Lisbon skyline, once a vibrant tapestry of life, was now shrouded in a haze of fear. The red pills, a malevolent whisper at first, had become a deafening roar. Panic, like a wildfire, had scorched its way through online communities, fuelled by grainy videos of crazed addicts and frantic hospital reports. "Detective Charles," a voice crackled through the team's comm link, "we've got eyes on the location." It was Miller, his voice strained with the tension that gripped the entire city. Charles slammed his fist on the grimy table, the tremor causing the overflowing ashtray to wobble precariously. "Finally," he growled, the frustration evident in his voice. "Alright team, intel says this is the distribution point. Let's shut it down." They had traced the trail back from the brutal scene at the underground boxing arena, a trail littered with empty vials and the tell-tale crimson residue of the red pills. It led them to a derelict warehouse on the city's outskirts, a place that reeked