The next morning, the news that Peter Nimoowahc was actually Teerces spread like wildfire.
Every news channel broadcasted his identity, and social media was flooded with debates—some saw him as a hero, while others called him a traitor. On the streets, people whispered his name cautiously, as if afraid of being dragged into a massive conspiracy.
Inside his dimly lit apartment, Peter sat in front of his laptop, staring at the screen with a cold expression. He took a deep breath. "There's no turning back now."
Suddenly, his phone rang. The name on the screen: Zunafets.
Peter picked up. "I assume this isn't just a friendly call?"
"You're right," Zunafets' voice was firm. "The mission I promised—it's happening tonight. There's a secret meeting at the government building. Every key figure behind FTO will be there, including high-ranking officials. This is our chance to infiltrate and expose everything."
Peter smirked. "Sounds dangerous. I like it. Who's coming?"
"A small team. Just enough to get in without drawing suspicion."
Peter leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment before replying. "Alright. I'll be there. But if things go south, I'll have my own way out."
"Understood," Zunafets said. "Meet me at the rendezvous point at 11 PM. And Peter..."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Don't get yourself killed."
Peter chuckled. "No promises."
As the call ended, Peter shut his laptop and stood up, cracking his fingers. "Time to crash their little party."
Inside a heavily guarded skyscraper, the leaders of FTO were gathered around a long conference table, discussing their next move. The exposure of Teerces' true identity had made them wary. With the government severing ties with SIN, FTO was now the country's dominant intelligence force.
A man in a sharp black suit leaned back in his chair, his expression cold. "Peter Nimoowahc is a threat. If we don't eliminate him soon, everything we've built will crumble."
Another figure nodded. "Our agents are already tracking him. The moment he makes a mistake, he won't live to see another sunrise."
Back to Peter Under the dim glow of his garage lights, Peter was fine-tuning his car, ensuring everything was in peak condition for tonight. The engine purred smoothly as he tightened the last few bolts.
Odlan leaned against the doorway. "Are you sure this car can handle it? You're walking straight into the lion's den."
Peter smirked, wiping grease off his hands. "This car has more tricks up its sleeve than you think."
Optimus entered, rolling his shoulders. "Hope that's true. Zunafets is waiting. It's time."
Peter closed the hood, grabbed his gear, and slipped on his jacket. "I'm heading out. You two stay safe here."
That Night The team gathered outside the government building, dressed in tactical gear. Zunafets gave final instructions. "We go in quietly. No gunfire unless absolutely necessary."
Peter adjusted his earpiece. "I'll sneak in through the ventilation. If you hear gunshots, assume I found something interesting."
They moved.
Peter crawled through the air ducts, his heartbeat steady. Below him, some of the most powerful people in the country were preparing for their secret meeting—unaware that Teerces was already inside their headquarters.
Peter peered through the ventilation gap, recording everything with the small camera attached to his jacket. Below him, several men in expensive suits sat around a large table.
A man with white hair, seemingly the leader of the discussion, spoke in a calm but authoritative voice. "This new order is the solution. With FTO controlling the security system, no one will be able to oppose us. The government will regulate everything."
Another official nodded. "And tomorrow, the official inauguration will take place. After that, no one can stop us. Even the people must obey."
Peter narrowed his eyes. A new order? So this was their plan? Controlling every aspect of life under the guise of stability?
Another man spoke with a hint of concern. "But what about Teerces? He already knows too much. If he exposes everything before tomorrow, we could lose everything."
The meeting leader smirked coldly. "Don't worry. We've set a trap. If he shows up, he won't leave alive."
Peter clenched his jaw. "Let's see who falls into whose trap."
Quickly, he transmitted the recorded footage to Optimus and Odlan through a secure system. "I've got the evidence. This is bigger than we thought. They're planning to take complete control of the country. Tomorrow is the last day of freedom."
Zunafets responded through the earpiece. "Get out of there now. We have to act before they go any further."
Peter took a deep breath, preparing to retreat. But suddenly—
BANG!
An alarm blared. The screen in the meeting room displayed CCTV footage from the ventilation system—showing him!
"WE HAVE A GUEST!" someone shouted.
Peter cursed. "Damn it! They know I'm here!"
Peter kicked open the ventilation grate and jumped down, rolling to absorb the impact. The alarms blared, and guards rushed in, guns raised.
BANG! BANG! Shots fired, but before they could hit him—
BOOM! A loud explosion erupted outside the building.
The guards hesitated, looking toward the windows. That was all Peter needed. He dashed forward, disarming the nearest guard with a swift strike and using his body as a shield.
Through his earpiece, Aitnys' voice crackled, "I've got their attention. Get moving!"
Peter smirked. "Always on time, Aitnys."
Outside, Aitnys had set off small detonations near the entrance, sending FTO forces into chaos. Dressed in civilian clothes, she blended into the fleeing crowd, making it impossible for security to pinpoint her.
Meanwhile, Peter sprinted toward the exit, weaving through the panicked officers. But just as he was about to reach the stairwell—
"FREEZE!"
A heavily armed FTO strike team blocked his path.
Peter exhaled sharply. "Of course, it wouldn't be that easy."
Gripping his pistol tightly, he prepared for one hell of a fight.
"Looks like I'll have to use Bruce Lee's technique now," Peter muttered, shifting into a fighting stance.
The FTO agents eyed him warily. One of them scoffed. "You think this is an action movie?"
Peter just smirked. In an instant, he lunged forward with blinding speed, slamming his elbow into one agent's face. BANG! A gunshot whizzed past his ear, but Peter had already ducked, sweeping another agent's legs out from under him.
"Take him down!" their squad leader shouted.
But Peter was like a shadow—moving fast, striking with precise punches and kicks. He deflected a blow, locked an opponent's arm, then used his body as a shield before throwing him aside.
"HAAA!" Peter's straight kick, a signature Jeet Kune Do move, slammed into another agent's chest, sending him flying against the wall.
Only two agents remained. One hesitated before throwing a punch, but Peter caught his wrist and twisted it backward—CRACK! The agent screamed in pain and dropped to the ground.
The last agent froze, eyes wide with fear.
Peter locked eyes with him. "You wanna try your luck?"
Without hesitation, the agent threw his gun down and ran.
Peter exhaled, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. "Bruce Lee would be proud of me."
A voice crackled in his earpiece—Aitnys. "Peter, you need to get out now! I can't hold them off much longer!"
Peter glanced at the emergency exit. "Alright, I'm on my way."
His mission wasn't over yet. He had to escape before reinforcements arrived.
Inside the secret hideout, Peter paced back and forth, his expression tense.
Zunafets sat across from him, arms crossed. "You look restless. What did you find?"
Peter took a sharp breath. "The government is replacing the country's laws with a new legal system—one that gives them absolute power. Stricter, more oppressive, and designed to control the people."
Zunafets narrowed his eyes. "So the rumors are true."
Peter nodded. "They're calling it the 'New Order.' And the worst part? It gets officially approved tomorrow. Once it's signed, there's no turning back."
Optimus, leaning against the wall, looked concerned. "If that happens, our freedom is over."
Odlan tapped on his laptop keyboard. "The media has already been manipulated. The news is pushing a narrative that this is for the 'safety and unity' of the country. Most people don't even realize what's coming."
Zunafets clenched his fists. "We can't let this happen. Do we have enough evidence to stop them?"
Peter hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a USB drive from his pocket. "Everything is here—classified documents, recorded conversations, financial transactions. If we release this to the public before the official announcement, we might have a chance to stop them."
Aitnys, who had been silent, finally spoke. "If you do this, you'll become the government's number one enemy. They won't just hunt you—they'll erase your existence."
Peter smirked, his eyes filled with determination. "They already want me dead. The difference is, this time I strike first."
The room fell silent. Tomorrow was their deadline. They had one chance to stop the rise of the New Order—or watch their country fall into tyranny.
Peter stretched his arms and let out a deep sigh. "Alright, we're done for today. I'm heading home."
He turned to Odlan and Optimus with a smirk. "Hey, citizens, follow me." His voice carried a joking tone, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
Odlan rolled his eyes. "You really don't know how to be serious, do you?"
Optimus chuckled. "At least he's still in a good mood. That's a rare sight these days."
As they made their way to the exit, Peter suddenly stopped and looked back at Zunafets. His expression turned serious.
"Brother…" He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "No matter what happens tomorrow, don't let them change who you are."
Zunafets, who rarely showed emotion, held Peter's gaze. For a moment, there was only silence between them. Then, with a slight nod, he replied, "You too, Peter. Stay alive."
Peter grinned. "No promises."
And with that, he stepped out into the night, ready for whatever came next.
Inside the government council building, tension filled the air. One of the council members slammed his hand on the table, his face red with fury.
"You are completely incompetent!" he shouted at the FTO leader, who sat calmly at the end of the long table. "Teerces' identity has been exposed, yet he's still roaming free! And now the media is starting to question our legitimacy!"
The FTO leader, a man with a cunning smile, leaned back in his chair. With a calm yet cutting tone, he replied, "Oh, so now you're blaming us?"
He scanned the room with sharp eyes before continuing, "Don't forget who asked for our help in the first place. You wanted power without consequences, but the world doesn't work that way. We could take control of everything… but we're still playing by the agreement."
Another official slammed the table. "Don't try to threaten us!"
The FTO leader let out a small chuckle, then leaned forward. "It's not a threat… just a reminder. If we go down, you go down with us. And trust me, we always have a backup plan."
The room fell silent. The officials exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they had made a deal with the devil—and now, there was no easy way out.
At Peter's Father's Office Peter stepped into the grand office, the scent of expensive cigars and aged wood filling the air. His father sat behind a massive oak desk, his piercing gaze fixed on him. Without a word, he slid a photograph across the table.
Peter picked it up. His expression hardened.
It was a picture of his half-brother, standing proudly in a judge's robe.
His father leaned forward. "You know who this is, don't you?"
Peter exhaled sharply. "Of course, I do. He's the golden son. The one always compared to me."
His father nodded. "He's not just any judge. He holds power over major legal cases, and his father"—he tapped the edge of the photo—"owns one of the most influential corporations, deeply connected to the elite government officials."
Peter clenched his jaw. This meant trouble. If his half-brother's side was involved, then the corruption ran deeper than he thought.
At SIN Headquarters In the dimly lit corridors of SIN's underground prison, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed. A shadowy figure moved toward the heavily secured cells.
Meanwhile, in an office nearby, Aitnys and Zunafets were sitting across from each other, engaged in a serious discussion.
"Peter's move last night was risky, but we got enough evidence to turn the tide," Aitnys said, sipping her coffee.
Zunafets nodded, but his expression remained tense. "FTO won't stay quiet. We need to act fast before they—"
Suddenly, a guard burst into the room, panting.
"Sir! We have a situation! Minister Valdro and the captured SIN leader…"
Zunafets immediately stood up. "What about them?"
The guard swallowed hard. "They're gone. They've escaped."
Aitnys' cup clattered onto the table as she stood up, her eyes wide with shock.
Zunafets' fists tightened. "Damn it… We have a traitor inside SIN."