They began to execute their plan.
Darek turned on his monitor, displaying a map of the military port where the FTO's main servers were located. "This is our target. Security is tight—motion sensors, thermal cameras, patrol drones."
Peter grinned."Nothing new. I've broken into worse places."
Celya gave Peter a sharp look."But now they know you're a fugitive. Every guard will be ready to shoot on sight."
Davenci crossed his arms."We need a distraction."
Peter nodded."Optimus and Odlan can stir up chaos on the other side of the city. A massive protest—force the government to focus elsewhere."
Darek sighed."I can hack part of their system, but only briefly. Maybe five minutes before the alarms go off."
Peter smirked."Five minutes is enough. We get in, I deploy the virus, and we're out before they realize it."
Darek gave Peter a hard stare."And if this plan fails?"
Peter met his gaze without hesitation."Then we make sure they go down with us."
Celya sent an encrypted message to Odlan through a secure communication channel.
Celya:"Odlan, it's time. We need chaos in the city center. Keep them busy. Use the public protests to put pressure on the government. Optimus must help control the crowd."
A few minutes later, Odlan replied.
Odlan:"We're ready. The people are furious after hearing about Peter again. We can set this city on fire."
Celya smirked and turned to Peter."They're moving. This is our chance."
Peter nodded."Alright. Let's begin."
Peter stood up and cracked his knuckles. "Alright, we have the distraction. Now, we move fast before the government strengthens security."
Celya pulled up a holographic map of the city. "We have two options: sneak into the presidential palace while everyone is focused on the riots, or expose the president's secrets live through the hacked media networks."
Davenci leaned against the table, arms crossed. "Both are risky. What's your pick, Peter?"
Peter grinned. "Why not both?"
Darek chuckled. "You really are insane."
Peter grabbed his gear. "Celya, you and Darek handle the media hack. Davenci and I will infiltrate the palace."
Celya gave a firm nod. "We'll make sure the world is watching when you confront the president."
Peter loaded his pistol and looked at his team. "This ends tonight."
In the grand corridors of the presidential palace, the echoes of gunfire and hurried footsteps filled the air.
Eldric collapsed, blood seeping from his shoulder after being shot by Justine.
Aitnys quickly pressed against his wound, whispering, "Hold on. We have to keep moving."
Meanwhile, Zunafets was sprinting ahead, chasing after the President and Justine, who were escaping toward the underground emergency room.
Alarms blared, signaling a national emergency.
Zunafets pressed a button on his communicator. "Peter, the President is trying to escape. I'm blocking all exits."
Elsewhere in the city, Peter and Davenci were already in position.
Peter grinned coldly. "He's not going anywhere."
Zunafets stormed down the hallway, his gun raised as he spotted Justine and the President rushing toward a hidden elevator at the end of the corridor.
"Stop!" Zunafets barked, firing a warning shot that barely missed Justine's leg.
Justine turned, eyes burning with fury, and returned fire, forcing Zunafets to take cover behind a marble pillar.
Meanwhile, Aitnys dragged Eldric into a nearby room, securing the area while trying to stop his bleeding. "Hang in there, we're almost done!"
Back at the palace entrance, Peter and Davenci hacked into the building's security system.
"There's an underground tunnel," Davenci muttered. "That's where they're headed."
Peter smirked as he typed rapidly. "Then let's make sure they don't get far."
Suddenly, the elevator doors closed, and the President and Justine descended into the underground escape route.
Zunafets cursed under his breath and activated his comms. "They're underground! We need to cut them off now!"
Peter grinned, already one step ahead. "Leave that to me."
Zunafets rushed to Eldric, his face tense as he saw the blood still seeping from the gunshot wound. "Can you hold on?"
Eldric grinned weakly. "Of course… just another hole in my body."
Aitnys helped lift Eldric, guiding him out of the building toward the armored vehicle waiting outside. They sped toward a secret hospital, where a medical team was ready to treat him.
Meanwhile, Peter and Davenci tracked the movements of the President and Justine through hacked surveillance cameras.
"They're heading into the underground tunnel," Davenci noted. "But there are three exits. We have to guess which one they'll take."
Peter typed rapidly, formulating a strategy. "No need to guess. I'll make them choose the path we want."
With a confident smirk, Peter took control of the security system, locking down several access points, leaving only one way open.
Inside the underground tunnel, Justine noticed the other exits were sealed shut, alarms blaring.
"Damn it!" Justine cursed, realizing something. "It's a trap! They're controlling this from the outside!"
The panicked President grabbed Justine's arm. "We don't have a choice, keep moving!"
Peter smirked, watching as they headed straight into the ambush he had set up.
Outside, the riots were escalating. Thousands of people flooded the capital's streets, chanting their demands. "Free Teerces!" and "Down with the Corrupt President!" echoed through the air.
Optimus and Odlan stood on top of a car, megaphone in hand.
"They want to hide the truth!" Optimus shouted. "But we won't stay silent! We will fight against this oppressive system!"
Odlan pointed toward the government building. "Today, we show them that the people cannot be silenced!"
The police began advancing to break up the crowd. Tear gas filled the air as some protesters fought back. Rocks and bottles were thrown, while riot officers pushed forward with their shields.
Optimus grabbed Odlan's shoulder. "We need to stay sharp. They might come for us too."
Odlan nodded, his eyes scanning the chaos. "Then we have to make this big enough for the world to see."
Meanwhile, inside a secret hideout, Peter and Davenci watched the protests unfold through live broadcasts.
"We need to act fast," Peter said, typing on his laptop. "Before things spiral completely out of control."
Peter cracked his knuckles, his eyes locked onto the screens displaying the riot. He took a deep breath, then started typing furiously on his laptop.
"Alright, let's turn this up a notch," he muttered.
Davenci leaned closer. "What exactly are you doing?"
"Cutting their eyes and ears," Peter replied with a smirk. "Jamming the police communication, exposing classified FTO documents, and... let's make sure every news channel gets the truth."
Within seconds, emergency sirens wailed across the city as Peter's cyberattack took effect. Police officers suddenly lost contact with headquarters, their radios filled with static.
On the big screens around the capital, government secrets began flashing—proof of corruption, human rights violations, and illegal operations tied to the president.
The crowd erupted in chaos as people saw the truth with their own eyes.
Meanwhile, in the government control room, alarms blared as agents scrambled.
"We've been hacked!" one of them shouted. "Teerces is back!"
The president, still on the run, gritted his teeth as he saw the news reports exposing his crimes. "Damn it! Shut it down!"
Peter quickly shut his laptop. "Let's go help my brother catch that bastard!"
Davenci grinned, grabbing his pistol. "Finally, some real action!"
Celya nodded and reloaded her gun. "No time to waste. Zunafets is probably closing in on the target."
They rushed out of the warehouse, jumping into a black SUV that was already prepared. Peter slammed the gas pedal, speeding toward the city center, where chaos was erupting.
In the distance, the presidential helicopter was taking off from the government building's rooftop.
"Damn it, they're escaping!" Celya shouted.
Peter activated his earpiece, calling Zunafets. "Bro, they're getting in the chopper! Where are you?"
Zunafets' voice came through, panting. "I'm still chasing them! But I need backup to bring that helicopter down!"
Peter gritted his teeth and turned to Davenci. "Can you hack the heli's system?"
Davenci chuckled. "Are you kidding? Give me one minute."
He quickly opened his laptop, accessing the helicopter's navigation system.
Up in the air, the pilot suddenly panicked. "The controls are locked! We're losing control!"
The President's eyes widened in anger. "What's happening?! Get this thing back on course!"
On the ground, Peter smirked. "Nice. Now, let's bring them down."
A loud gunshot echoed through the air.
"Argh!" Zunafets groaned, staggering back. Blood seeped from his arm and abdomen. He quickly took cover behind a concrete pillar, breathing heavily.
Peter's eyes widened as he turned to Celya. "Go help my brother! Get him out of here!"
Celya nodded and sprinted toward Zunafets, weaving through gunfire.
Davenci clenched his fists. "Peter, this is suicide! The President has an entire army!"
Peter loaded his pistol, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Then let's see if they're ready for hell."
With that, Peter rushed forward, charging straight into the heart of the battlefield—toward the President and FTO, ready to end this war once and for all.
"BANG!"
Peter kicked a table, using it as a shield before charging into the center of the room. Dozens of FTO soldiers had already surrounded him, weapons aimed and ready.
"Is this all you've got?" Peter grinned wickedly before making the first move.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Within seconds, Peter dodged to the side, evading the bullets fired at him. He aimed at the ceiling lights and shot them out, plunging the room into dim lighting—perfect for a former agent like him.
One of the FTO soldiers rushed at him with a knife, aiming for his chest. But Peter caught his wrist mid-air, twisted it until a loud 'CRACK!' echoed. The man screamed in pain before Peter kicked him backward into two of his comrades.
Three more soldiers charged at him simultaneously. Peter swept the legs out from under one of them, using the falling body as a stepping stone to launch himself into the air, delivering a devastating heel kick to another soldier's face.
"ARGH!" The soldier crashed into the wall.
From behind, two more soldiers raised their guns. Peter twisted his body, grabbing a pistol from a fallen corpse, and fired without even looking.
"BANG! BANG!"
Right in the head.
Blood splattered onto the floor as both men collapsed.
Peter kept moving, firing his gun while staying on the move. His body twisted and turned with precision, using the shadows and objects in the room as cover.
One by one, the FTO soldiers fell.
Only a few remained, including the squad commander. He unsheathed a large combat knife, glaring at Peter.
"You think you can take us all down alone?!"
Peter chuckled. "I've heard that line way too many times."
Without warning, the commander lunged at him, blade raised high.
Peter just smirked, ready for the final clash.
Peter groaned, clutching his bleeding side. His vision blurred for a second, but he forced himself to stay on his feet.
Justine smirked, spinning the knife in his hand. "You're tough, Peter. But not tough enough."
Peter spat blood onto the floor. "Yeah? Tell that to all your dead men."
Justine lunged forward, slashing his blade toward Peter's throat. But Peter, despite his injuries, tilted his head just in time, the knife barely grazing his skin.
He countered instantly. His fist shot out, landing a brutal punch to Justine's face. The agent staggered back, blood dripping from his nose.
"You'll regret that," Justine growled.
Peter didn't wait. He charged, dodging another knife strike, and delivered a knee to Justine's stomach.
Justine grunted but managed to grab Peter's arm, twisting it violently. Peter gritted his teeth as pain shot through his already wounded body.
Then—SLASH!
Justine's knife tore across Peter's thigh, and blood gushed out. Peter let out a sharp breath but refused to fall.
Justine raised the knife again, aiming for Peter's heart.
Peter saw his chance.
In a split second, Peter shifted his weight, using Justine's momentum against him. He sidestepped, grabbed Justine's wrist, and twisted it so hard that—CRACK!
Justine screamed as the knife clattered to the ground.
Peter didn't hesitate. He grabbed Justine's head and smashed it against his knee.
BAM!
Justine collapsed, blood dripping from his broken nose and bruised face.
Breathing heavily, Peter stumbled back, barely able to stand. His wounds burned, his vision swayed, but he forced himself to move forward.
The president was near.
Peter had one last fight to finish.
Peter was slightly wounded but still stood tall. In front of him, the FTO commander had fallen, leaving only one last opponent—Justine.
Peter locked eyes with the president standing behind Justine. "You're all alone now," he said in a raspy voice.
Justine smirked. "Then I'll make sure you die here, Peter."
With no weapons, the fight began.
Peter was the first to strike, aiming a punch at Justine's stomach, but Justine skillfully blocked it and countered with an elbow to Peter's jaw.
Blood splattered from Peter's lips.
Justine launched a series of attacks— a kick to the chest, a punch to the face, and a knee strike to Peter's gut.
Peter staggered, his body already weakened from the long battle.
Justine saw an opening.
"You're done!"
She pulled a knife from her boot and drove it into Peter's stomach.
SLASH!
Peter jerked in pain, the burning sensation spreading through his body.
Justine didn't stop.
She slashed his cheek, then cut deep into his arm and thigh.
Blood splattered onto the floor.
Peter collapsed to one knee, breathing heavily. He looked up at Justine, who was standing over him, confident that she had won.
But Peter still had one last move.
With every ounce of strength he had left, he lunged at Justine, deflecting the knife she swung at him, and snapped her arm with a brutal twist.
CRACK!
Justine screamed in agony, the knife slipping from her grasp.
Peter wasn't done. He used his elbow to strike her chin, then flipped her over, slamming her into the ground.
Justine lay motionless, unable to fight back.
Elsewhere Celya rushed to Davenci. "You have to take Zunafets to the hospital now!"
Davenci nodded quickly, helping the injured Zunafets into a car.
Back to Peter Peter walked toward the president. With the last of his strength, he raised his gun and pointed it at the president's head.
"Game over."
But suddenly…
"DON'T MOVE!"
A voice echoed through the room. A warning shot was fired.
Peter felt his head spin. His vision blurred, his body weakened.
He collapsed unconscious.
In his fading consciousness, he heard
voices…
"Arrest the president! Make sure he doesn't escape!"
Footsteps approached…
Then, darkness.
Celya rushed to Peter. "Peter! Wake up!"
The battle was over… but the cost was high.