Peter and his team sped through the dimly lit streets, the city looming around them like a silent witness to the chaos about to unfold. The new order's official announcement was just an hour away, and they had one last chance to stop it.
Inside the car, Peter rechecked his gear while speaking through his earpiece.
"Odlan, are you in position?"
Odlan's voice came through, steady and focused. "Yeah, I'm in their system. I can disrupt their communications and delay the broadcast, but not for long."
"Do it. Every second counts," Peter ordered.
Optimus gripped the wheel tightly. "What's the plan? Bust in and take down the whole government?"
Peter smirked. "Not exactly. We just need to cut the head off the snake."
His father, sitting in the back, added, "The key players will be gathered at the broadcasting tower. If we can expose them live, they won't be able to spin the narrative anymore."
As they approached their destination, the streets became heavily patrolled by FTO units. Their enemies knew something was coming.
"We're running out of time," Peter muttered.
Then, the first shot was fired.
Tires screeched. Bullets flew. The final battle had begun.
Their car sped through traffic, dodging bullets from FTO forces blocking the roads. Optimus swerved sharply, guiding the vehicle through a narrow alley between two buildings.
"We can't keep running!" Optimus shouted.
Peter rolled down the window, aimed his gun, and fired several shots at the pursuing FTO vehicles. "We're not running, we're just looking for a better way!"
In his earpiece, Odlan's tense voice came through. "I just hacked the security system of the broadcast tower. You need to hurry—I can't hold them off for long!"
"Understood," Peter replied.
His father looked at him with a serious expression. "I hope you're ready for this. Once we go in, there's no turning back."
Peter took a deep breath. "We've come too far to turn back now, Dad."
They finally reached the broadcast tower, heavily guarded by FTO forces. Optimus slammed the gas pedal.
"GET READY!" he shouted.
Their car crashed through the barricade, shattering glass and setting off alarms across the area. Peter and his team jumped out, weapons raised.
"MOVE IN!" Peter commanded.
The final battle for the nation's future had begun.
Gunfire erupted as Peter and his team pushed forward, taking cover behind overturned desks and shattered equipment. The FTO guards were well-trained, but Peter's team had the element of surprise.
Optimus took down an enemy with a precise shot. "Odlan, how much longer until we can broadcast?"
Odlan's voice crackled through the earpiece. "Almost there! I just need a few more minutes to override their security!"
Peter signaled to his father. "Cover me! I'm heading to the control room!"
His father nodded, firing at the remaining guards while Peter sprinted down the hallway. He kicked open the control room door, startling a technician.
"Get out," Peter ordered, shoving the man aside before plugging a USB into the main terminal. The screen flickered as files began to upload.
Suddenly, an FTO operative burst in, gun raised. "Too late, Peter!"
Before he could pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out. The operative fell, revealing Peter's father standing behind him, smoking gun in hand.
Peter smirked. "Nice timing."
Odlan's voice came through. "We're live! The whole country is watching!"
Peter turned to the camera, adjusting his jacket.
"To the people of this nation... you've been lied to. But today, the truth is yours."
The broadcast would change everything.
Outside the broadcast tower, the sound of sirens and gunfire intensified. The remaining FTO forces were holding their ground, but they were starting to crumble.
Suddenly, a SIN helicopter appeared in the sky, firing flares as a signal of their arrival. The SIN agents, who had been hiding as "neutral parties," finally took action.
"This is SIN! Drop your weapons!" one of the agents shouted through a loudspeaker.
The FTO soldiers began to panic. They knew that if SIN had fully intervened, they had already lost.
Inside the tower, Peter looked at the screen displaying the live broadcast. The public was reacting. Social media exploded with hashtags like #ExposeFTO and #EndTheRegime.
Zzzttt!
Peter's radio crackled. It was a SIN agent.
"Peter, we've secured most of the building. You need to get out now—they've planted a time bomb on the lower floors!"
Peter immediately stood up. "Damn it. Optimus, Odlan! We need to move!"
Optimus helped Odlan, who was still securing the broadcast. "Okay, the last file has been sent. Let's go!"
As they rushed out, the remaining FTO forces started fleeing—some surrendered to the SIN agents, while others tried to escape into the city, which was already surrounded by police and the military.
Just as they reached the exit, a massive explosion shook the tower. Flames erupted into the night sky, but Peter's team managed to leap to safety before everything collapsed.
Peter panted, looking around. The country would never be the same again.
Meanwhile, elsewhere The last remaining FTO leader attempted to escape using a private helicopter.
But before he could take off, a sniper shot destroyed the rotor.
Zunafets lowered his rifle, his expression cold. "Game over."
Peter, Odlan, and Optimus crashed to the ground as the shockwave from the explosion knocked them off their feet. The blast engulfed the upper floors of the tower, sending debris flying into the night.
"NOOOO!" Peter's scream echoed through the chaos.
Smoke and fire filled the air. Peter struggled to his feet, eyes wide with disbelief. His father had been inside—trapped.
Odlan held Peter back as he tried to run toward the burning wreckage. "Peter, it's over! There's nothing we can do!"
Peter's fists clenched, his whole body shaking. Tears mixed with the dust on his face.
Optimus lowered his head. "Damn it..."
Sirens wailed in the distance. The SIN agents and emergency responders arrived, trying to secure the area.
A familiar voice came from Peter's earpiece. "Peter... listen to me..."
Peter's eyes widened. It was his father.
"I knew this was a possibility... That's why I left something for you. The real war is just beginning."
Then—silence.
The signal cut off.
Peter dropped to his knees, gripping the earpiece as if trying to hold onto the last trace of his father.
He wasn't just mourning a loss. He was preparing for what came next.
Zunafets slowly walked toward Peter, his face filled with exhaustion and grief.
Peter was still kneeling on the ground, his fists clenched tightly. Flames continued to rage behind him, and debris from the explosion was scattered everywhere.
He turned to his brother, his eyes red and brimming with unshed tears. "Brother… Father is gone..." his voice trembled.
Zunafets didn't respond right away. He just stood there, staring at the ruins with a clenched jaw.
Odlan and Optimus exchanged glances, unsure of what to say. They knew no words could ease this pain.
Finally, Zunafets took a deep breath, placing a firm hand on Peter's shoulder. "We can't let this be in vain," he said quietly but with unwavering resolve.
Peter closed his eyes for a moment. His grief transformed into something else. Rage. Vengeance. Determination.
"I will destroy them all."
Zunafets nodded. "We will finish what Father started."
In the distance, police sirens grew louder. They had to move.
The war had just begun.
The sound of sirens grew deafening as police vehicles surrounded the area. Bright red and blue lights flashed against the burning ruins.
Before Peter could react, officers stormed in with their weapons raised.
"PETER NIMOOWAHC! DROP YOUR WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
Odlan and Optimus immediately stepped forward, but Peter lifted a hand, signaling them to stop.
"It's okay," he muttered. "If I run now, it'll only make things worse."
Zunafets clenched his fists. "Damn it, Peter—"
"We have no choice, brother."
Slowly, Peter raised his hands, allowing the officers to cuff him.
One of the high-ranking officers sneered. "You're under arrest for cyberterrorism, conspiracy against the government, and multiple other charges."
Peter didn't resist as they shoved him into the police car. Through the window, he locked eyes with Odlan and Optimus.
"I'll get out of this," he mouthed.
The car sped off, leaving behind the flames, the ruins, and the war that was far from over.
The Trial Awaits>>>
The national and international media erupted with the news of Peter Nimoowahc's arrest—better known as Teerces.
"The former SIN agent turned international fugitive has finally been captured! Is this the end of Teerces' resistance?"
On the screen, various news channels broadcast footage of Peter being escorted by police, his face calm despite being handcuffed.
A senior reporter stood outside the courthouse, reporting live:
"The first trial is about to begin. Many are waiting to see whether Peter will receive a heavy sentence or expose even more government secrets."
On social media, the hashtags #FreeTeerces and #TeercesTraitor dominate the trending topics.
— "He's a hero, not a criminal!"
— "Teerces must be punished! He has ruined the country!"
— "If it weren't for him, we wouldn't know about the corruption in our government!"
Meanwhile, at FTO headquarters, the leaders smirked in satisfaction.
"One step closer to victory."
In a luxurious high-rise office, the young woman stared at her laptop screen, frozen in shock.
"Peter… Teerces…?" she muttered.
She had met him during the mission at the apartment, never suspecting that the man who tied up the minister was the infamous hacker and former agent.
Now, as a defense attorney, she realized the gravity of the situation.
A news anchor's voice played in the background:
"Peter Nimoowahc, also known as Teerces, is set to face trial. If convicted, he could face a lifetime sentence."
She clenched her fists.
"I need to see him."
Quickly, she grabbed her coat and left her office. If Peter had no one to defend him, then she would be the one to stand by his side.
In a luxurious mansion on the outskirts of the city, an elderly couple sat in their elegant living room, watching the news about Peter with grim expressions.
"That boy... always brings trouble," the grandmother muttered, her eyes filled with disappointment.
The grandfather let out a long sigh. "He should never have been born into this family."
They had long stopped acknowledging Peter as part of their lineage. After their daughter divorced Peter's father, they had distanced themselves from any scandal related to him.
Now, their family name was tainted once again.
Suddenly, the house phone rang.
The grandfather answered, his expression stiffening.
"What?!" His voice rose in shock.
The grandmother looked at him with concern.
"Peter's father... he's dead. Caught in the chaos."
Silence filled the room.
The grandmother straightened up—not out of grief, but out of worry.
"This will be bad for the family business," she whispered.
The grandfather clenched his jaw.
"We need to make sure our name stays clean."
To them, honor was more important than the blood that tied them to Peter.
Inside the cold walls of his temporary holding cell, Peter sat on the small metal bench, his head lowered.
His mind was a storm of guilt and regret.
"Because of me… my father is gone," he murmured under his breath.
No matter how much he tried to justify his actions, the truth remained the same. His father had died in the chaos that he himself had played a role in creating.
He clenched his fists. Was this the price of his war against corruption?
In a grand yet dimly lit room, three of Peter's father's most trusted enforcers knelt before the cartel's inner circle.
"The boss is dead."
The words hung heavy in the air.
One of the older men sitting at the head of the table leaned forward, his eyes filled with anger. "And who is responsible?"
The lead enforcer swallowed hard before answering.
"FTO. They're the real culprits. This whole mess… was orchestrated by them."
Silence.
Then, a quiet but deadly chuckle from another senior member. "Then we make them pay."
The cartel had lost its leader. Now, there would be blood.
Inside the cartel's meeting room, the tension was rising.
"What about Peter?" one of the members asked.
The man who had delivered the bad news replied in a flat tone, "He was arrested by the police."
A muscular man immediately smashed a glass onto the floor. "Ah, what kind of country is this? Damn it! No justice at all?!"
They all knew Peter wasn't the enemy. Peter had never betrayed them, yet now he was being treated like a criminal.
An influential older man within the cartel tapped his fingers on the table, drawing everyone's attention.
"The world doesn't care who's right or wrong. They only care about who holds power."
Silence filled the room.
"The question now is… are we just going to sit back and watch?" he continued, his voice low but filled with menace.