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Through the blur, he saw Espantalho walk past him, stepping over his body as if he were furniture.

“Where is the second clock?” Héctor growled.

Héctor descended via fire escape, his boots silent as a prayer. The Teatro Municipal was dressed for a gala: gold leaf, crystal chandeliers, and the rotten silk of Rio’s elite. Inside, the target—a man named Sá, Minister of Energy—was laughing over champagne. Sá had sold the Amazon’s lithium veins to a consortium that didn't exist on any map. The consortium’s logo was a blood-red circle with a drop of oil in its center. Héctor had seen that symbol before. In Vietnam. In Antarctica. In the smile of a man who could teleport and never bothered to learn anyone’s name. Watchmen O Filme

He dropped Sá and ran.

Sá spat champagne. “You’re too late, Âncora. The squid has already hatched.” Through the blur, he saw Espantalho walk past

Somewhere above, the rain stopped dropping.

It started to scream.

“I copy, Coruja.” He smiled grimly. Coruja II—the second Nite Owl of this broken southern iteration. A good kid. Too soft. Still believed in blueprints.