Aware of Laura's emotional investment due to her close relationship with Camila and, by extension, Camila's brother, Aldrin, Morrison knew he had to approach the case with the utmost seriousness and thoroughness.

“Morrison, our undercover has reported a potential deal at the dock at midnight," Colin informed him.

Morrison's expression hardened at the news.

"Shall we take action?"

Looking determined, Morrison nodded and commanded, "Get me the Layout of the dock."

“Right away," Colin replied, and within minutes, he returned with the map.

The dock was cluttered with numerous ships and containers.

Morrison scrutinized the map, pinpointing strategic locations where his team could remain undetected.

With a decisive motion, Morrison called his team together. "Come here. We need to plan for tonight's operation."

It was midnight by the seaside. The moon cast a silver glow over the shimmering sea as a brisk, salty breeze swept across the shore. The air was so cold that it bit at the skin, causing anyone outside to shiver uncontrollably.

Hidden within the shadows of shipping containers, police officers maintained a vigilant watch. Their eyes were fixed intently on the scene unfolding before them. Every detail relayed by their undercover agent heightened their readiness to pounce at the first sign of trouble on their targeted vessel.

The criminals' intentions were clear as the dark waters they planned to navigate. They were set to sail to the open seas to trade.

Therefore, the police knew they had to act quickly and decisively.

The difficulties of a maritime operation loomed over them like the cold, imposing depth of the ocean itself. They had to capture them before the ship could slip away into the night.

As the ship's engines growled to life, breaking the haunting silence of the dock, the deputy director, his voice low and urgent, gave the signal. Officers moved as shadows, swiftly blocking the vessel's only path to freedom.

The air was thick with tension, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in the quiet night. The criminals, trapped and desperate, were involved in trades as dangerous and volatile as the fuel running through the ship's veins. Aware that they faced decades behind bars, or worse, their history stained with violent acts, they were prepared to defend their fleeting freedom fiercely.

A fierce battle erupted under the cover of night. The sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the calm, sending waves of terror through the air.

It was a night that would see no sleep for many.

After a tense and violent struggle, the police managed to secure all the criminals aboard the ship. However, the victory was not without its costs. There were casualties among the officers.

Leading from the front, Morrison had been the first to charge towards the ship. He sustained only minor injuries-some bruises and cuts, nothing that a quick clean and bandage couldn't handle, allowing him freedom of movement. Yet, there was no time for him to rest. The mastermind behind the operation was not among those captured.