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Inside, a small, thin man in a white shirt sat at a table, eating rice. He didn’t look up. “You killed forty-seven of my men to eat dinner with me. You must be hungry.”

“Shoot me,” Tama said, chewing slowly, “and the recording dies. My men in the police force release the tapes. Every dirty cop, every politician I own—they’ll burn this city down looking for you. Put the gun down, and I’ll let you walk out.”

Then the lights went out.

Floor 15. Tama’s penthouse. The door was unlocked.

A flashlight clicked on. It illuminated a teenager with hollow eyes holding a machete. Behind him, a dozen more. The teenager opened his mouth and screamed —not a battle cry, but a signal. The whole tower woke up. Doors slammed. Feet pounded on concrete above and below.

Sergeant Jaka, a mountain of a man with a shaved head and tired eyes, held up a fist. Everyone froze. The.Raid.Redemption.2011.1080p.10bit.BluRay.HIN...

They climbed in silence. Floor 3. Floor 5. A rat scurried past. Floor 7. Then a rookie named Bowo stepped on a loose toy—a plastic rifle left by a child. The squeak echoed like a gunshot.

Andi stood slowly. He pressed the pistol into Rama’s hand. “Tama has a back elevator. It goes straight to the ground. I’ll draw them to the stairs.” He smiled—a sad, tired smile. “One of us has to live.”

The first shot tore through the dark. Then another. Then the world became muzzle flashes, hot brass, and the wet thud of bodies hitting the floor. Rama fired in three-round bursts, his training taking over. He saw Bowo fall, a kitchen knife in his throat. He saw a man in a wife-beater tank top swing a hammer at his face. Rama ducked, swept the legs, and put two rounds into the man’s chest. It looks like you’ve started to type a

Gunfire erupted in the hallway. Andi pushed Rama toward a service door. “Go!”

“Leave me,” Jaka coughed, blood bubbling from his lips.

“Jaka’s dying. You have to help me.” “You killed forty-seven of my men to eat dinner with me

By Floor 11, half the squad was dead. Jaka took a machete to the shoulder. Rama dragged him into an empty apartment, barricaded the door with a refrigerator.