The next day, Peter was transferred to the high-security prison. As he stepped out of the armored vehicle, he could feel the heavy atmosphere pressing down on him. The towering concrete walls, the barbed wire, the guards armed to the teeth—this place was built to break men.
As he walked through the prison corridors, he could feel dozens of eyes on him. The inmates—hardened criminals, gang leaders, and assassins—watched his every move. Some whispered among themselves, while others stared with open hostility.
Peter barely flinched. He had expected this.
A massive inmate covered in tattoos smirked as Peter passed by. "So this is the famous Teerces? You don't look so tough."
Peter ignored him, keeping his expression unreadable.
Finally, the guards shoved him into a cell shared with some of the most dangerous prisoners in the facility. The cell door slammed shut behind him.
One of the inmates, a towering man with scars covering his face, cracked his knuckles. "You're in our territory now, hacker boy."
Peter simply smirked, his sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief. "That so?" He leaned against the wall, stretching his arms lazily. "Well, in that case... let's see who breaks first."
The tension in the cell thickened.
Peter knew one thing for sure—if he wanted to survive here, he had to take control. And he had to do it fast.
During lunch in the prison cafeteria, Peter sat alone at a table, casually observing his surroundings. He knew that sooner or later, someone would try to mess with him.
Sure enough, a group of large inmates approached. One of them, a bald man with a sneering expression, grabbed Peter's tray and spat on his rice while laughing.
"Listen, hacker boy," he mocked. "In here, you're nothing. You think you can survive this prison just with your brains?"
Several other inmates laughed, enjoying the humiliation. But before Peter could react, someone from another table stood up.
Davenci.
A muscular man covered in tattoos walked toward them, his steps calm but full of authority. His gaze was sharp, and his deep voice echoed through the room.
"You're messing with the wrong guy." Davenci glared at the bald man. "Put the tray down. Now."
Silence fell over the room.
The bald man scoffed but hesitated. "You're defending this hacker?"
Davenci smirked slightly. "Not your business. Now get lost before I make you lose a few teeth."
The bald man clenched his fists but eventually backed off, shooting Peter a hateful look. He tossed Peter's tray back onto the table before walking away with his group.
Peter glanced at Davenci and smirked. "I could've handled it myself, you know?"
Davenci sat back down, eating his food without looking at Peter. "Maybe. But I wanted to see if you're really as fearless as they say."
Peter chuckled. It seemed that not everyone in this prison was an enemy.
Peter smirked, picking up his tray and pushing the ruined food aside. "You know, everyone here looks terrifying, including you." He chuckled. "No offense, of course."
Davenci raised an eyebrow but didn't seem offended. Instead, he leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. "And yet, you're sitting here cracking jokes like this isn't the worst prison in the country."
Peter shrugged. "I've been through worse." He took a sip of water, then glanced at Davenci. "So, why'd you help me? You don't seem like the type to care about newbies."
Davenci remained silent for a moment before answering. "I don't like bullies. Besides, I've heard about you."
Peter tilted his head. "Oh? A fan of my work?"
Davenci smirked slightly. "Let's just say… you've made a lot of enemies in high places. That makes you interesting."
Peter laughed lightly. "Glad to know I'm entertaining."
Davenci leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "This place is a jungle, Peter. If you want to survive, you better start choosing your allies carefully."
Peter's smirk faded just a little. He knew Davenci was right. He wasn't just fighting against the corrupt government anymore—now, he had to survive the dangers inside these prison walls.
Peter stared at Davenci with a shocked expression. "Wait… Don't tell me… You're HFETS?"
Davenci smirked and nodded slowly. "You catch on quick. Yeah, I'm HFETS."
Peter was silent for a moment before letting out a small laugh. "Damn, this world is really small."
Davenci crossed his arms. "So? What's your plan to get out of here? Don't tell me you're planning to hack the security system from inside?"
Peter shook his head. "No need. I have connections."
Davenci raised an eyebrow. "Connections? Who?"
Peter grinned. "We're not alone. Just trust me."
Outside the prison Zunafets sat in his office, staring at a map of the prison with a sharp gaze. "We can't wait too long. The president is getting out of control."
Aitnys stood beside him. "What's your plan?"
Zunafets took a deep breath. "We need a distraction. I'll mobilize all our resources to break Peter out while gathering strong evidence to take down the president."
At Peter's cartel hideout Optimus and Odlan were live-streaming through underground networks. Optimus looked at the camera with a serious expression. "The world needs to know—Teerces has been locked away in a maximum-security prison without a fair trial! We demand justice for Peter."
Odlan added, "And one more thing… This president is unfit to lead. It's time to bring him down!"
At the Presidential Palace The president watched the screen with a tense expression. The head of SIN security stood before him, reporting the situation. "Zunafets is moving his forces toward the palace. They're trying to arrest you, Mr. President."
The president clenched his teeth. "Do they really think they can take me down that easily? Send all available troops. Stop them before it's too late!"
Peter smirked as he turned to Davenci. "We're getting out. Right now."
Before Davenci could respond, a sudden commotion filled the prison cafeteria. The large screen mounted on the wall flickered, and breaking news flashed across it.
"Teerces has been declared a national security threat. His supporters demand justice, while the government refuses to negotiate. Meanwhile, Zunafets and a rogue faction of SIN agents are moving against the president!"
The entire prison fell silent. Every inmate turned to look at Peter. Some were shocked. Others were amused. And some… looked ready to kill.
One of the bigger inmates, a towering man covered in scars, let out a deep chuckle. "So… you're that famous hacker, huh?" He cracked his knuckles. "That means there's a big price on your head."
Davenci immediately stood beside Peter, ready for a fight. "Looks like you just became the most wanted man inside these walls."
Peter simply smirked, unfazed. "They've always wanted me. Nothing new."
But deep down, he knew—time was running out.
The big guy threw a fast punch at Peter, but Peter swiftly dodged to the side. With a quick motion, he struck the man's elbow, making him scream in pain.
"You think I'm just a hacker?" Peter smirked before spinning and delivering a powerful kick to the man's chest, sending him crashing onto a table behind him with a Bruce Lee-style Jeet Kune Do move.
The cafeteria erupted into chaos. Several other inmates jumped in, thinking they could overwhelm Peter with numbers. But he was used to fighting in these situations. He dodged, blocked, and counterattacked with deadly precision.
Davenci joined in, throwing a chair at an inmate who tried to attack Peter from behind. "We need to get out of here before the guards come!" he shouted.
Peter kicked another inmate square in the jaw, then scanned the room. "You're right. Let's create an even bigger mess!"
Suddenly, the prison alarm blared. The steel doors in the main hallway began to shut automatically. Armed guards stormed toward the cafeteria.
Peter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Davenci with a mischievous grin. "Let's make history in this place."
The armed guards fired their rifles, bullets ripping through tables and walls. Peter and Davenci ducked behind an overturned bench, their breathing heavy.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted from behind the guards—they turned in shock. One by one, they dropped as precise shots took them out.
Standing there, holding a smoking pistol, was Celya—disguised as a prison officer.
"Need a lift, boys?" she smirked, tossing Peter a spare gun.
Peter and Davenci didn't waste time. They sprinted through the chaos, following Celya down the corridor. Sirens blared across the prison as alarms flashed red.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Davenci asked as they ran.
"Let's just say... I have my ways," Celya replied with a wink.
They reached the prison garage, where a police car was waiting, engine running. Without hesitation, they jumped in—Peter took the driver's seat.
The moment he slammed his foot on the gas, the tires screeched, and they burst through the gate, crashing onto the main road.
More police cars followed, sirens wailing. "Oh, this is gonna be fun!" Peter yelled, adrenaline surging through him as he swerved past traffic.
With a wild grin, he rolled down the window, letting the wind hit his face.
"Hoo... I LIKE THAT!" he shouted as the chase began.
Meanwhile, the government headquarters had turned into a battlefield.
SIN and FTO forces clashed violently, gunfire and explosions echoing through the entire building. Elite agents from both sides fought with expert precision—swift kicks, accurate shots, and brutal tactics filled every corner.
In the middle of the chaos, Zunafets, Eldric, and Aitnys led their squad.
"Don't let them escape! We have to capture the President now!" Zunafets shouted while firing his weapon.
Inside the presidential safe room, the President hid behind a massive desk, his face tense. Beside him stood Justine, FTO's most loyal and dangerous agent.
Justine, a towering man with a scar across his temple, stood calm, gripping his gun tightly. "Stay calm, Mr. President. They won't get in here."
But then, a powerful explosion shook the room, making the lights flicker. The security system was collapsing.
Zunafets and his team had breached the outer defenses. They were now only a few meters away from the President and Justine.
"Surrender the President or die," Eldric said coldly, pointing his rifle at the reinforced door blocking their way.
Justine smirked. "Come and try."
And with that, the real battle began.
The reinforced door burst open with a powerful explosion, sending smoke and debris flying across the room. Zunafets, Eldric, and Aitnys stormed in, weapons aimed.
Justine reacted instantly, grabbing the President and pulling him behind cover while returning fire. Bullets tore through the air, shattering furniture and embedding into the walls.
"You're outnumbered, Justine!" Zunafets shouted, moving swiftly between cover. "Hand over the President, and you might live through this!"
Justine grinned, reloading his weapon. "I don't surrender. If you want him, come and take him!"
The fight escalated into close combat. Eldric and Aitnys engaged Justine, exchanging brutal punches and kicks. Zunafets moved toward the President, but Justine, despite fighting two agents at once, kicked a table toward him, forcing him back.
The President trembled behind the overturned desk, sweating. He tried to reach for his secured emergency phone, but Zunafets noticed and kicked it away.
Justine was relentless, dodging Aitnys's knife strike and countering with a powerful elbow to Eldric's ribs. But three-on-one was too much—Zunafets finally landed a clean shot to Justine's leg, making him stumble.
Aitnys seized the chance and tackled Justine to the ground, locking his arm in place.
"It's over." Zunafets stood over the President, gun aimed. "You're coming with us."
The President laughed nervously, "You think taking me down will change anything? Another will take my place. The system is bigger than you."
Zunafets smirked."We'll see about that."
Meanwhile, outside the government building, chaos erupted—protesters clashed with police, demanding Peter's release. And unknown to everyone, Peter himself was already on his way back, ready to settle the score.
Inside the speeding car, Peter glanced at Celya, who sat beside him. Blood was still trickling from his temple, but he just grinned, relishing the rush of freedom.
Celya unzipped a large black bag and tossed a set of clothes at Peter. "Put this on. You're too conspicuous in that prison outfit."
Peter chuckled, catching the clothes. "You know, I haven't had a proper shower since I got locked up."
Celya rolled her eyes. "Shut up and change, you crazy hacker."
From the back seat, Davenci watched them seriously."Where are we going?"
Peter pressed the gas pedal harder."Somewhere safe. I still have unfinished business."
Celya narrowed her eyes."Don't tell me you're planning to head to the presidential palace?"
Peter smirked, his blue eyes gleaming with determination. "I'm not just going there. I'm going to end this."
Outside, police sirens wailed in the distance.
Peter grabbed a pistol from under the seat and tossed it to Davenci without taking his eyes off the road.
"Shoot their tires. We need to slow them down."
Davenci caught the gun, rolled down the window, and took aim. The police cars were closing in fast, their sirens screaming through the air.
BANG! BANG!
His first shot missed, but the second hit the front tire of the nearest police car. The vehicle swerved out of control, crashing into another car behind it.
Celya reloaded her own weapon, keeping an eye on their surroundings."We can't outrun them forever, Peter. What's the plan?"
Peter grinned, gripping the wheel tighter."We don't need to outrun them. We just need to disappear."
Ahead, an old industrial tunnel loomed in the distance. Peter accelerated.
"Hold on!" he yelled as he made a sharp turn into the dark tunnel, leaving the chaos behind them—at least for now.
Davenci smirked slightly, shaking his head."Crazy kid..." he muttered as he tucked the gun back into his belt.
Peter chuckled, gripping the steering wheel with one hand."You're just realizing that now?"
Celya, sitting in the backseat, leaned her head against the seat."Okay, we got away for now. But what's next?"
Peter glanced at the rearview mirror, making sure no cars were following them."We need a hideout. I know someone."
Davenci raised an eyebrow."And who might that be?"
Peter grinned."An old friend… or maybe more accurately, an old enemy."
Celya groaned."Are you serious? We just escaped from prison, and now you want to mess with someone who might want you dead?"
Peter shrugged."If he wanted me dead, I would've been buried a long time ago. Trust me, he has his own reasons to help us."
Davenci sighed."Fine. Just make it quick. I'm not getting locked up again because of a lunatic like you."
Peter laughed and pressed the gas pedal harder. The car sped down the dark road, heading toward someone who could either be their way out—or their biggest mistake yet.
They finally arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building looked worn down and abandoned, but Peter knew it was more than just an empty storage space.
Peter parked the car and turned to Celya and Davenci. "Stay alert. He's not exactly the friendly type."
Davenci smirked."Great. Another lunatic."
Peter ignored him and stepped out. He knocked on the rusty metal door in a specific pattern—three short knocks, a pause, then two more.
Silence.
Then, a small slit in the door slid open, revealing a pair of sharp eyes. "You've got some nerve showing up here, Peter."
Peter grinned."Come on, Darek. Don't pretend you're not curious why I'm here."
The man behind the door, Darek—a former arms dealer and tech expert— sighed and unlocked the door. "Get in before I change my mind."
Peter, Davenci, and Celya stepped inside, greeted by a room filled with high-tech gear, weapons, and surveillance monitors.
Celya whistled softly."You actually live like this?"
Darek crossed his arms."I survive like this."
Peter walked forward."We need your help, and you owe me."
Darek gave him a sharp look."I don't owe you anything."
Peter grinned wider."Oh yeah? Because last time I checked, I saved your ass from that FTO raid five years ago."
Darek sighed, shaking his head."Damn it, Peter… What kind of trouble are you dragging me into this time?"
Peter leaned against the table, crossing his arms. "Who told you to work with an illegal organization in the first place?"
Darek chuckled bitterly."Yeah, yeah, rub it in." He exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair. "You think I enjoyed it? The moment I heard the government officially recognized FTO as a national defense unit… I knew we were all screwed."
Peter raised an eyebrow."So you finally realized that? Took you long enough."
Darek gritted his teeth."You have no idea what's really going on, Peter." He tapped a few keys on his nearby laptop, bringing up confidential files on the screen. "They're not just some rogue unit anymore. They have funding, classified projects, and direct access to the presidency."
Celya leaned in."Wait… Are you saying FTO is more powerful than SIN now?"
Darek nodded."Not just SIN. They're beyond even the military's control. They're running their own operations—kidnappings, assassinations, tech surveillance. The president gave them complete authority."
Peter gritted his teeth."So they're not just hunting me… They're planning something much bigger."
Darek turned to face Peter fully."That's why I'm helping you. If you're crazy enough to take them on… then count me in."
Peter stared at Darek intently, making sure he was serious."If you join us, there's no turning back."
Darek smirked slightly."You think I still have a way out? They're probably watching me too."
Celya crossed her arms."Good. We need all the help we can get."
Davenci, who had been silent, finally spoke."But there's one problem. We can't just fight them from behind a screen. We need a real plan to take down FTO—from the inside."
Darek typed something on his laptop, and the screen displayed a map of FTO's main headquarters."I've been gathering data on them for a while. Their security is tight, but there's one weak spot."
Peter stepped closer, eyes fixed on the screen."Where?"
Darek pointed to a specific location on the map."The military port. They have a command center there for overseas operations. If we can access their servers… we can expose all their crimes to the public."
Peter grinned slightly."Sounds like a suicide mission."
Davenci chuckled."But you like those, don't you?"
Peter nodded, then grabbed his pistol from the table."Alright. Let's start this war."
Peter leaned against the table, arms crossed."I already exposed FTO's corruption to the public last month, before I got arrested and put on trial."
Darek raised an eyebrow."Yeah, and look where that got you—rotting in a high-security prison while they still run free."
Peter smirked."That's because I was only warming up."
Celya tilted her head."You have another move planned, don't you?"
Peter nodded."I left something behind before I got captured—a virus inside FTO's main system. It's been waiting… dormant. If we can get into their servers at the military port, I can trigger it and erase their classified data while exposing their deepest secrets."
Davenci grinned."So, a total blackout for FTO?"
Peter grinned back."And a full-blown chaos."
Darek sighed, rubbing his temples."Damn it, Peter. You really are insane."
Peter grabbed his pistol and checked the ammo."That's why it's going to work."