Sunlight streamed through Peter's apartment window, but his mood was far from bright.
On the TV screen, the latest news flashed:
"The government is set to officially implement stricter regulations. This policy, dubbed the 'New Order,' is expected to completely reshape the nation's system."
Peter's face remained expressionless, but in his mind, he knew this was the beginning of something massive—and dangerous.
His phone buzzed. A message from Zunafets:
"Did you see the news? We need to talk. Now."
Peter grabbed his jacket and stepped out of his apartment.
Zunafets stood with his arms crossed, staring at a screen displaying footage from a government hearing. Officials were discussing the new policies that would tighten control over citizens.
Aitnys walked in with a tense expression. "Peter is on his way. We need to act before tomorrow's announcement. If we don't, we'll lose any chance of stopping this."
Zunafets nodded slowly, his eyes filled with determination. "And we just lost two critical prisoners. This is worse than we thought."
Outside, the world continued as usual. But behind the scenes, the battle for the nation's future had already begun.
Peter sat in the driver's seat, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. The glow of the laptop screen reflected on his face, revealing a look of pure focus.
He was finalizing the last touches on a document—a leaked file exposing the hidden agenda behind the 'New Order.' Names, transactions, secret meetings—everything was there.
With one final keystroke, he uploaded it to the public.
SEND.
A notification popped up: "File successfully published."
Peter exhaled sharply and closed his laptop. "Now, let's see how they react."
As the city lights flickered outside his window, Peter stepped on the gas, driving into the unknown, knowing there was no turning back.
The team arrived at their designated locations, splitting up according to their assigned targets.
Peter's task was to monitor the main minister, the one responsible for pushing the 'New Order' forward. He followed the man carefully, watching as he entered a high-end apartment complex—but he wasn't alone. A young woman accompanied him, and from the way they interacted, Peter suspected she was more than just a casual acquaintance.
"Interesting… This might be useful," Peter muttered, adjusting his hidden camera to capture footage.
Meanwhile, Aitnys was tracking another key official, staying in the shadows as she observed his movements. She whispered into her comms, "Target is entering a private meeting. Security is tight—I might need backup."
Rion, stationed at another location, was watching a group of businessmen linked to the new regime. His eyes narrowed as he saw an FTO operative approaching them. He clenched his jaw. "We have company. FTO is involved in this meeting."
Peter smirked as he listened to the reports from his teammates.
"Looks like we're about to uncover more than we expected."
Peter entered the apartment lobby in disguise, walking casually toward the reception desk.
"Which floor would you like to book a room on, sir?" the receptionist asked politely.
Peter gave a small smile, pretending to check his phone. "I already have a reservation."
But in reality, before entering the building, Peter had already hacked into the CCTV system. Using his skills, he disabled several key cameras in the hallways and replaced the footage with a looped recording.
As the elevator arrived, Peter stepped inside and pressed the button for the minister's floor. Moving down the hallway calmly, he scanned the room numbers, looking for the right one.
Once he found it, Peter pulled out a digital lock-picking device, swiped it gently across the electronic lock, and with a soft "click," the door unlocked without a sound.
He stepped inside carefully.
A young woman in the room gasped, about to scream.
Peter swiftly covered her mouth, whispering, "I'm not your enemy. I'm on a mission. I need your help."
The woman, still startled, stared at Peter with wide, frightened eyes. After a few seconds, she nodded slowly.
"He's… in the bathroom. He just finished a phone call."
Peter gave a slight nod and moved swiftly toward the bathroom.
As the door swung open, the minister's eyes widened in shock.
"Who—"
Peter immediately silenced him, slamming him against the wall and expertly tying his hands behind his back. The minister struggled, but within seconds, he lost consciousness due to pressure on his vital points.
Peter turned back to the woman. "I need your cooperation. If anyone asks, tell them he left hours ago. Got it?"
The woman nodded hesitantly.
Without wasting time, Peter dragged the unconscious minister out of the room, preparing for the next phase of his mission.
Peter entered his car, locking the doors behind him. He quickly pulled out the minister's phone, scanning through recent calls and messages. Top officials, secret meetings, and last-minute confirmations—everything was in there.
With a smirk, Peter dialed the main government office.
After a few rings, a deep voice answered. "This is the government's central office. Who is this?"
Peter leaned back in his seat, adjusting the phone against his ear. "Without your main leader, you won't be finalizing anything tomorrow, will you, bastards?"
There was a long silence on the other end. Then, a sharp breath. "Who the hell is this?"
Peter chuckled. "Teerces."
The voice on the line became tense. "Where is he? What do you want?"
Peter looked at the unconscious minister in the backseat through the rearview mirror. "Simple. Your New Order plan is done. You either stop it yourselves, or I'll make sure the entire world watches you burn."
Before they could respond, Peter hung up, tossing the phone aside.
He started the car. The game had just changed.
In a dimly lit room, three high-ranking ministers sat with their hands tied behind their chairs. A flickering overhead lamp cast shifting shadows on the walls. Peter, along with Zunafets, Rion, and Aitnys, circled them like predators watching their prey.
One of the ministers smirked. "Do you really think that by capturing us, tomorrow's inauguration will be stopped? You're dead wrong."
Rion clenched his fists, nearly throwing a punch. But Zunafets raised a hand, stopping him.
"Who is behind all of this?" Zunafets asked in a calm but sharp tone.
One of the ministers let out a small chuckle. "Do you really think there's just one person in control? This is a system, and you can't stop it."
Aitnys scoffed, crossing her arms. "Damn it, they were ready for this. Our plan could fail."
Peter, who had been silent, shook his head with a small laugh. "Hah… Filth. You guys really like playing dirty, huh?"
He crouched in front of one of the ministers, staring straight into his eyes. "But you forgot one thing... I play dirty too."
Zunafets turned to Peter, slightly confused. "What are you planning?"
Peter stood up, pulling one of the ministers' phones from his pocket. He held it up for the others to see. "They think tomorrow will go according to plan… But we can use them to destroy it from the inside."
Aitnys grinned. "Oh, I like this."
That night, the war of strategies began.
The next morning, the grand hall of the government building was filled with high-ranking officials, politicians, and elite guests. Banners of the new regime were hung across the stage, and a large crowd gathered outside, watching the event on giant screens.
The Prime Minister stood at the podium, adjusting his microphone. He was moments away from declaring the New Order officially in place.
But then—
BZZZT! The giant screens flickered, and the official broadcast was interrupted.
Instead of a celebratory speech, a video appeared—a compilation of secret recordings, financial statements, and confessions exposing the corruption within the government and FTO.
The audience gasped. Reporters scrambled to capture the moment.
Security rushed to shut it down, but the video had already gone viral. Phones buzzed, news anchors interrupted their programs, and within minutes, the whole country was watching the truth unfold.
Inside the control room, Peter leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Checkmate."
The ministers and FTO executives panicked. Some tried to flee, while others desperately attempted to deny the accusations.
Zunafets and his team stormed in. "The inauguration is over." He signaled to the special forces waiting outside. "Arrest them all."
As the chaos erupted, one thing was certain—
The New Order was dead before it even began.
Outside the government building, Peter had just stepped out of the secret control headquarters. He walked casually toward his car, feeling satisfied after sabotaging FTO's plan and exposing the corrupt officials.
But as soon as he started the engine and pulled onto the main road—
CRASH!
A black SUV slammed into the side of his car, causing it to swerve. Peter slammed the gas pedal, but before he could escape, several other vehicles blocked his path.
From the SUV, several FTO agents stepped out, weapons drawn.
"PETER NIMOOWAHC! STEP OUT OF THE CAR!" one of the FTO agents shouted.
Peter cursed under his breath. "Damn it, they reacted faster than I expected."
At the SIN headquarters, Rion monitored the city's CCTV feeds. He saw the chase unfolding and immediately called Zunafets.
"Boss, we have a serious problem. After their failure at the inauguration, FTO has now switched their target to Peter!"
Zunafets gritted his teeth, grabbing his jacket and firearm. "Get the team ready. We need to help him now."
Meanwhile, on the city streets—
Peter glanced at his rearview mirror, spotting FTO agents closing in.
Without hesitation, he slammed the gas pedal, making his tires screech. His car spun sharply, nearly hitting the sidewalk before speeding down the main road.
The chase was on.
The streets of Sicnarep were in chaos. Bullets whizzed past, narrowly missing Peter's car as he sped through the city. The FTO agents were relentless, firing at his tires, but their shots barely missed.
Peter gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Damn it, they're persistent."
One of the black SUVs accelerated, pulling up alongside Peter's car. The agent in the passenger seat rolled down the window, aiming his gun.
BANG! BANG!
Peter swerved, dodging the bullets just in time.
Then, he smirked. "Time for a little trick."
Reaching into his dashboard, he grabbed a small robotic device no bigger than a baseball. With a quick flick, he tossed it out of his window—straight into the enemy's SUV.
BEEP! BEEP!
The tiny bot latched onto the vehicle's control system, causing the brakes to fail instantly.
"WHAT THE—?!" the driver screamed as the SUV swerved out of control.
The vehicle crashed into a light pole with a deafening BRAK!, flipping over and skidding along the road.
Peter grinned, watching in his rearview mirror. "One down."
But more FTO vehicles were still on his tail. This chase was far from over.
BRAK!
Peter's tire exploded, making his car wobble out of control. Black smoke billowed from the rear wheels, the screeching sound of rubber against asphalt piercing the night.
"Damn it!" Peter gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to keep control. But the car was already skidding.
Suddenly…
Another car appeared on his right!
"PETER! JUMP!" Optimus shouted, opening the passenger door while keeping his car steady.
Peter gritted his teeth. No other choice.
He unbuckled his seatbelt—then climbed onto his seat, preparing to jump!
Behind him, FTO agents were closing in, firing bullets at them.
THREE… TWO… ONE…
With insane courage, Peter leaped from his speeding car!
"HNGGGH—!"
His hands grabbed the edge of Optimus' open door, his feet barely missing the asphalt, but with a swift movement, he pulled himself into the car!
"BRO, YOU'RE CRAZY!" Optimus laughed, slamming the gas pedal.
Behind them, Peter's out-of-control car crashed into a barrier—then exploded violently!
BOOOOM!!!
The massive explosion hit one of the FTO pursuit cars, sending it flying through the air and tumbling across the road.
Optimus glanced at the rearview mirror. "Now that's an action movie scene."
Peter caught his breath, smirking as he looked back. "Yeah, but we're not done yet. They're still coming."
Optimus tightened his grip on the wheel, flooring the gas. "Then let's make them regret chasing us."
The chase is far from over!
The roar of the engine faded as Optimus pulled the car into a hidden alleyway, far from the main roads. The city lights flickered in the distance, but here, in the shadows, they were safe—at least for now.
Peter exhaled, stretching his arms. "That was close."
Optimus leaned against the car, running a hand through his hair. "Close? Bro, that was insane. You almost got yourself killed!"
Peter grinned, checking his jacket for any damage. "But I didn't. And now, we're off the radar."
Odlan, who had been silent, finally spoke. "I still can't believe you just jumped out of a moving car. You really love playing with death, huh?"
Peter shrugged, smirking. "If you don't take risks, you don't win."
They stood there for a moment, letting the adrenaline settle, listening to the distant sounds of sirens.
Optimus crossed his arms. "Alright, what's the plan now? We can't keep running forever."
Peter's expression turned serious. "We need to hit them where it hurts. The government is still moving forward with their new order, and FTO is pulling the strings. If we don't act fast, this country is done."
Odlan nodded. "You got something in mind?"
Peter reached into his pocket, pulling out a USB drive. "I have one last trick up my sleeve."
Optimus smirked. "You always do."
They had survived the chase, but the real battle was just beginning.
The tension in the air was suffocating. In an instant, the entire situation had flipped.
Click!
The chilling sound of a gun cocking echoed in Peter's ears. Not just his—Optimus and Odlan also had cold steel pressed against their heads.
From the shadows, a group of men in black tactical gear emerged, weapons aimed directly at them.
Peter clenched his jaw, staying calm despite the overwhelming odds. He could feel the gun's barrel pressing against his skull.
"Let them go. You can take me," he said, his voice steady and sharp.
One of the men chuckled. "Still playing the noble hero, huh?"
Odlan's breathing grew heavier as he glanced around for an escape.
Optimus gritted his teeth. "If you think we're just gonna leave you behind, Peter, you're dead wrong."
A high-ranking FTO officer stepped forward. Peter recognized his face—a powerful figure within the organization.
"Teerces... or should I say, Peter Nimoowahc? You've caused enough chaos. The government won't let you run free any longer."
Peter smirked slightly. "Oh yeah? Then why don't you just shoot me now?"
The officer stepped closer, whispering into Peter's ear.
"Because someone wants you alive… for now."
Peter's eyes narrowed. Who wanted him alive?
Just as the tension reached its peak, a deep voice echoed through the air.
"That's enough."
Everyone turned toward the sound. Peter's eyes widened.
It was his father.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, he walked toward them with an air of dominance, his mere presence forcing even the armed men to hesitate.
Then, something unexpected happened.
One of the supposed FTO agents suddenly removed his tactical gear.
Beneath it, he wasn't wearing FTO colors—he wore something completely different.
More agents followed, pulling off their uniforms, revealing that they weren't actually high-ranking FTO officers.
Peter's mind raced.
Had they been infiltrators all along? Had he misread everything?
One of the men smirked. "Surprised? You kept seeing us in those meetings, didn't you? You thought we were FTO leaders."
Peter clenched his jaw. "Then who the hell are you?"
His father stepped forward, his eyes locked on Peter. "They are part of something bigger."
Peter had spent so much time running, hacking, and fighting FTO—yet now, a new mystery unfolded before him.
Who were these men?
What was his father's real role in all of this?
And most importantly—was this the end… or just the beginning?
Peter remained on high alert, his sharp gaze fixed on the people who had just removed their FTO uniforms.
"Alright, if you're not part of FTO, then who are you really?" he asked coldly.
One of the men—the one who seemed to be their leader—gave a faint smile. "We are the shadows. The ones who have been working behind the scenes, watching this game unfold long before you got involved."
Peter's father, who had mostly remained silent, finally spoke up. "They are infiltrators. People I planted in FTO years ago to observe how this game would play out."
Peter narrowed his eyes. "So... you've known everything all along? Even before I started moving?"
His father let out a deep sigh. "I knew a lot, but not everything. What you did sped things up faster than we anticipated."
Optimus and Odlan exchanged glances before Optimus asked, "If you've been watching for so long, why reveal yourselves now?"
The leader of the group smirked slightly. "Because every game has its timing. And the time is now."
Suddenly, a notification sound echoed from Peter's communication device.
Incoming message:
"The new order will be officially established in one hour. This is our last chance to stop it."
Peter clenched his fist. There was no time for more questions.
"Then we move now. This is no longer about who's on whose side—this is about stopping them before it's too late."
His father nodded, and the mysterious man grinned.
"At last, we're on the same side."
They all rushed to their vehicles.
The final mission had begun.