Neon lights illuminated the illegal street racing arena on the outskirts of the city. The roar of engines filled the air as bettors gathered around the track, eager to witness the showdown.
Peter stood next to his sleek black coupe, modified for speed. Holding a thick wad of cash in his hand, he casually tossed it toward a cunning-looking young racer standing across from him.
"I'm all in. Don't run away when you lose," Peter said sharply.
The young man smirked arrogantly, patting the hood of his own car. "Relax. That money will be mine in minutes."
Engines roared. The green light flashed. In an instant, the cars shot forward, leaving trails of smoke on the asphalt.
With expert precision, Peter maneuvered through the tight corners, maintaining a flawless racing line. His opponents struggled to keep up, always one step behind.
As they neared the finish line, the cunning racer made a desperate move—cutting across the track at full speed, hoping to overtake Peter at the last second.
Peter simply smirked. With a quick reaction, he floored the gas pedal and shot past him in the final moment.
The finish line was crossed.
Peter had won.
After the Race,The crowd erupted in cheers. Money exchanged hands. Peter walked up to the defeated racer, flashing the combined stack of cash from the bets with a smirk.
"Looks like this belongs to me now."
The young racer clenched his teeth in frustration but couldn't argue.
People around him started nodding, recognizing Peter more and more. Not as Teerces, the legendary hacker, but as an unstoppable street racer.
Peter always kept his two worlds separate.
On the streets, he was Peter. In the shadows, he was the ghost that shook the government.
The morning sunlight seeped through the motel's dusty curtains, casting a dim glow across the room. Peter groaned as he sat up on his bed, his muscles aching from the intense race the night before.
Still half-asleep, he rubbed his face and dragged himself to the window.
The sight outside made him freeze.
The streets were flooded with people—protesters. Thousands of them marched, holding banners and chanting slogans. The city was boiling with anger.
"Teerces, reveal the truth!"
"We demand justice!"
"Down with corruption!"
Peter exhaled sharply. "Damn… It's really happening."
The leaks he had published the night before had ignited a fire across the nation. The scandals were no longer just whispers on the internet—people were taking action.
He turned away from the window, grabbing his phone. Messages flooded his inbox. Some were from anonymous sources offering him more intel. Others were warnings.
And then, one stood out. A single message from an unknown number:
"They know who you are. Get out. Now."
Peter's blood ran cold.
Peter quickly grabbed his black hoodie and backpack. There was no time to think—he had to leave now. Moving swiftly, he slipped out of the motel, taking the back alleys to avoid attention.
Outside, the city was in chaos. The sound of protests echoed through the streets. Helicopters hovered above, and police sirens wailed in the distance. The tension in the air was palpable.
Inside a towering skyscraper, a muscular man stood in front of a massive screen, watching the latest news. Mass protests. Government scandals exposed.
His eyes narrowed.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone.
"Make sure no one touches Peter. Use all of our men if necessary."
A firm voice responded from the other end, "Understood, sir."
Peter's father ended the call, his expression unreadable.
"That boy always causes trouble… but he's still my blood."
Deep within the secret headquarters of SIN, the atmosphere was tense and calculated. The facility was massive, filled with cutting-edge technology accessible only to a select few.
In one of the high-tech surveillance rooms, holographic screens displayed real-time footage and data on Teerces—the name now shaking the entire nation.
"He's moving fast," one agent muttered, watching a CCTV feed of Peter slipping out of the motel.
Elsewhere in the facility, an advanced weapons storage room housed a deadly arsenal—automatic firearms, high-energy laser weapons, and experimental combat gear unknown to the outside world.
A man in a sleek black uniform strode into the command center, flanked by elite agents. General Zunafets.
His sharp gaze scanned the reports in his hand before looking up.
"We need to find him before anyone else does," he said firmly.
One of the agents hesitated before asking, "Are we bringing him in… or taking him out?"
Zunafets remained silent for a moment.
"That depends on Peter's choice."
Several SIN agents arrived at the motel where Peter had been staying. Moving quickly, they searched every corner of the room.
Empty.
One agent cursed under his breath. "He's gone."
The team leader checked an old laptop left behind on the desk, but the screen only displayed a simple message:
"Too late, as always. :) -T"
The agent clenched his fist. "Damn it! He's mocking us."
Meanwhile, as protests erupted across the city, a sleek sports car sped down the streets. Peter was at the wheel, grinning, while Odlan sat in the passenger seat, looking exasperated.
Peter smirked. "Did you see the news? I'm a legend now."
Odlan sighed heavily. "A legend or a fugitive?"
Peter chuckled. "Maybe both. But that just makes it more fun, doesn't it?"
Odlan rubbed his temples. "You're so damn annoying, Peter."
Peter only laughed before pressing the gas pedal harder, making the car surge forward.
The chase had only just begun.
Elsewhere in the city, SIN agents continued their search for Peter, sweeping through locations where he might be hiding. But their mission didn't go as planned.
As they arrived at one of their target locations, a group of towering men in black suits was already waiting for them.
"Turn back," one of the men said coldly.
A SIN agent stepped forward, eyes sharp. "We're on an official mission. Don't interfere."
The man smirked. "Official or not, you have no authority here. This is our territory."
Tension filled the air. The SIN agents instinctively prepared for a fight, realizing these weren't just ordinary bodyguards—they were Peter's father's enforcers, men from the cartel that ruled the underworld of Sicnarep.
Before the situation could escalate, a black car pulled up nearby. A figure stepped out.
General Zunafets.
His piercing gaze swept across both sides.
"Step aside," he commanded the cartel enforcers.
But their leader simply gave a small, knowing smile. "Sorry, General. We're just following orders. Just like you."
Zunafets exhaled sharply. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
The enforcer met his gaze, his voice calm but firm. "You know who holds the real power here, don't you?"
Zunafets clenched his jaw, knowing full well that his father's empire didn't answer to government authority.
"Tsk." With visible frustration, he signaled his team to retreat. "We're pulling back… for now."
As the SIN agents withdrew, the cartel enforcers exchanged smug glances.
"The boss won't let you touch his son that easily."
As the SIN agents began to withdraw, one of the cartel enforcers crossed his arms and smirked.
"Isn't the General also the boss's biological son?" he said mockingly, loud enough for Zunafets to hear.
Some of the other enforcers chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.
Zunafets, who had already started walking away, halted mid-step. His jaw tightened. Slowly, he turned back, his sharp gaze locking onto the man who had spoken.
"And what of it?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with an underlying threat.
The enforcer shrugged casually. "It's just funny, isn't it? One son becomes the government's golden boy, rising through the ranks of power. The other becomes a legend in the streets, a ghost in the system, shaking the entire nation to its core. And the best part? Both are untouchable."
Zunafets narrowed his eyes. "Watch your words."
The enforcer smirked wider. "Why? Does the truth sting? Or are you finally realizing that no matter how high you climb, you'll never escape your father's shadow?"
Zunafets clenched his fists, but he didn't respond.
Without another word, he turned and walked away, his expression cold and unreadable.
As he got into his car, his mind raced.
Peter… what exactly are you planning?
Peter and Odlan drove down a long stretch of highway, the cool ocean breeze brushing against their faces as they neared the coastline. The road was nearly empty, and for a brief moment, everything felt peaceful.
They pulled over at a secluded spot by the cliffs, overlooking the vast ocean. The waves crashed against the shore, and the golden glow of the setting sun reflected on the water.
Peter leaned back against the hood of his car, lighting a cigarette. Odlan sat beside him, gazing at the horizon.
After a moment of silence, Odlan finally spoke. "You know… you've done it. You've fulfilled our friend's dying wish."
Peter exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression unreadable. "Which one?"
Odlan turned to look at him. "To take down the corrupt bastards who run this country. After they shot him during that mission you two were on… you never let it go, did you?"
Peter clenched his jaw, memories flashing through his mind—gunfire, blood, the betrayal that had cost his closest friend his life.
Odlan continued, his voice laced with bitterness. "When I heard what happened back then, I was furious. I was still working in the system, believing in justice. But that was the moment I realized… the law isn't here to protect us. It's here to protect them."
Peter flicked the cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it. "That's why I left. SIN, the government, all of it. None of them deserved my loyalty."
Odlan smirked. "And now? You're Sicnarep's most wanted man, and the people see you as their hero."
Peter let out a dry chuckle. "Hero? I'm just cleaning up a mess someone else made."
Odlan patted him on the shoulder. "Whatever you call it, you're doing what he wanted. And I'll be damned if I let you do it alone."
Peter looked at his friend, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Then let's make sure we finish this properly."
The two of them sat in silence again, watching as the sun dipped lower into the ocean.
A storm was coming. And they were ready for it.
As Peter and Odlan turned to head back to the car, the sharp sound of boots crunching against the gravel made them freeze.
"Don't move!"
Several SIN agents emerged from behind the rocks and bushes, their guns aimed directly at Peter and Odlan.
Odlan narrowed his eyes, his instincts kicking in immediately. But Peter? He simply smirked, completely unfazed by the situation.
"Well, well... looks like you finally found me," Peter said casually, as if this was just another ordinary day.
Without turning his head, he subtly signaled to Odlan with a quick glance and a slight movement of his fingers—an old signal between them: "Step away from me."
Odlan understood immediately. If he stayed too close, they'd both be taken down in an instant. But if he kept his distance, there might be a chance to turn the tables.
The SIN agents, however, weren't amateurs. One of them shouted, "Don't even think about running, Peter! You're surrounded. This time, you're not getting away!"
Peter chuckled. "Running? Who said anything about running?"
Then, his eyes locked onto Zunafets. Unlike the other agents, his older brother didn't look pleased to have caught him. Instead, there was something else in his expression—a mix of concern and something Peter couldn't quite place.
"Peter, come with us without resisting," Zunafets said, his voice calm but firm. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you."
Peter stared at his brother for a moment, then slowly raised his hands in mock surrender. But behind that smirk, his mind was racing, analyzing every possible way out.
Odlan was also getting ready. They just needed one small opening.
The only question was—would that opportunity come in time?
Peter smirked as he glanced at the agents surrounding him. His voice was sharp and defiant.
"I will never join you."
Among the agents, a woman stood out. She had piercing eyes and a calm demeanor, unlike the others who were tense and ready to fire at any sudden movement. Her name was Aitnys, and she seemed to be observing Peter rather than immediately reacting to his words.
As Peter and Odlan were being escorted forward, Peter suddenly whispered, "Now."
In a flash, he twisted his body, striking the nearest agent's wrist and making him drop his weapon. At the same time, Odlan lunged forward, knocking another agent down with a swift punch to the face.
Chaos erupted.
Peter moved with precision, disarming two more agents in mere seconds. He grabbed a weapon from the ground—his eyes widening slightly as he realized what he was holding.
A laser gun.
Without hesitation, he spun around and aimed it directly at the agents who were now frozen in shock. Odlan did the same, both of them now holding the upper hand.
"Well, well... look who's in control now," Peter said with a cocky grin, his finger hovering over the trigger. "You guys really thought I'd just walk into your trap?"
The agents tensed, unsure of their next move.
Aitnys, however, remained calm. She took a slow step forward, her eyes locked onto Peter's.
"You're fast," she murmured, her tone unreadable. "Faster than I expected."
Peter tilted his head. "And you're surprisingly calm for someone who just lost control of the situation."
Zunafets, still standing among the agents, exhaled sharply. "Peter, don't make this worse."
Peter laughed. "Worse? Oh, brother, we're just getting started."
Odlan smirked. "So… what now?"
Peter's eyes flickered toward the horizon. "We disappear. And they?" He motioned toward the agents with his gun. "They stay here."
With that, Peter and Odlan slowly backed away toward their car, keeping their weapons trained on the agents.
The game had just changed. And this time, Peter was calling the shots.
Suddenly, the roar of a sports car engine shattered the tense silence. A sleek black car sped down the road and screeched to a stop right in front of Peter and Odlan.
The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing a young man wearing sunglasses and a confident smirk.
"Need a ride?" he said casually.
Peter and Odlan instantly recognized the voice.
"Optimus!" Odlan exclaimed.
Optimus was an old friend, a tech genius and a speed addict. Not only was he an incredible street racer, but he was also a mechanic who often helped Peter modify his vehicles.
Without hesitation, they jumped into the car. As soon as the doors shut, Optimus slammed the gas pedal, making the car roar to life as it tore down the road, leaving the stunned SIN agents behind.
As they sped through the dimly lit streets, laughter filled the car.
"Damn, I love today!" Odlan chuckled.
Peter exhaled with a smirk. "Me too, but our game is just beginning."
Then something strange happened.
In the side mirror, Peter noticed something impossible—his own car, the one he had left behind, was now moving… on its own, following them.
Optimus glanced at the mirror and whistled. "Whoa, when did your car start driving itself?"
Peter smirked and reached into his bag, pulling out his primary laptop—the one he always used for hacking. With a few quick keystrokes, he turned the screen toward them.
Displayed on the monitor was a full control interface for his car.
"I've been working on this for a while," Peter said. "It can be controlled remotely from my laptop. I've never tested it in a real chase before, but… looks like it works."
Odlan laughed. "Damn, Peter, you're getting crazier by the day."
Peter closed his laptop and stared ahead. The night was far from over, and their adventure was only just beginning.
As the city lights blurred past them, Optimus kept his hands steady on the wheel, effortlessly maneuvering through the streets at high speed.
"So, where to now?" he asked, glancing at Peter through the rearview mirror.
Peter leaned back against the seat, a calculating expression on his face. "We're going to my father's headquarters."
Odlan raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? Are you serious? After what happened last time?"
Peter smirked. "That's exactly why we need to go there. If the government is coming after me, it won't be long before they start messing with my father's business. I need to know where he stands in all of this."
Optimus let out a low whistle. "So, we're walking straight into the lion's den, huh? I like it."
Peter chuckled. "More like driving into it at full speed."
Optimus grinned and pressed down on the accelerator, the car roaring forward into the dark city streets.