Vincent left the familiar neighborhood, if only for a while.But the feeling of being watched never truly left him.
"Of course. I'm being tracked."
Yet something didn't sit right.
"They're professionals… Why are they leaving so many traces?"
Beep... Beep-beep... Beep.
A call came through—no caller ID.
Vincent answered.
A light, almost playful voice came from the other end.
"Hey, Vincent Kang. This is getting boring. I thought you'd be smarter than this."
Vincent immediately scanned his surroundings, but the voice had already anticipated his moves.
"You do know the government's got a red dot on your head, right? You could be caught in, say... thirty-seven seconds.""But that's no fun. So I'm giving you a chance."
The voice on the line guided him like a puppeteer—One block to the right, two more down, past the café…Vincent followed, uneased, until he stood in front of a nondescript building.
Click.
He entered silently.
The room was cluttered—windows shut, bookshelves packed, multiple monitors glowing.It felt more like a messy lab than a safe house.
At its center, a man lounged in a chair.
Loose hoodie, coffee in hand, feet on the desk.He looked relaxed, but his eyes were deadly serious.
"Oh, you're faster than I thought."
His voice was playful—his gaze was not.
Vincent scanned the room.
"Whoever you are… how did you track me?"
The man smirked, gesturing toward a monitor.
"Smartphones, surveillance cams, traffic lights, ATMs…Everything in this city tracks you.You thought you were hidden, but I was just watching."
With a few clicks, the man pulled up a trace log.
Vincent's route from the motel, to the subway, to this exact building—down to the minute, every surveillance camera time-stamped.
Vincent stared at the screen, unfazed.But deep down, he was alarmed.
"He's far more dangerous than I expected."
The man leaned in.
"But here's the real question—how will you take this?"
Another click.New footage appeared:Black-suited men on rooftops.Government operatives tracking Vincent.
"You already know, don't you?They're planning to quietly eliminate you."
Vincent narrowed his eyes.
"So what are you? Just another spectator?"
The man chuckled, sipping his coffee.
"Exactly. I love watching.""But you? You're actually interesting."
He set down his cup, leaned forward.
"You're a survivor."
"I've analyzed your data. Let's just say…There are plenty of reasons why you should be dead."
Another series of files appeared:
Vincent Kang – Survivor of Operation Red Eagles
Vincent Kang – Suspected in Harrison City Crime Syndicate Wipeout
Vincent Kang – Flagged as High-Risk Individual by National Security
"You've been marked by the system, Vincent.And those marked… don't live long."
Vincent slipped a hand into his pocket.
"So what do you want?"
The man's smile faded.His voice, suddenly serious.
"I want more people like you.People who shake the system."
He stood and walked toward Vincent.
"Truthfully, I'd enjoy watching the government fail to kill you.But I think you should live a little longer."
Vincent read him silently.
"He's not helping me. He's using me."
The man grinned again.
"Simple deal. I can help you… or I can sell you out.""Depends on how you play it."
He held out his hand.
Vincent stared for a beat, then shook it.
"Fine. Let's deal."
They both knew—this alliance wouldn't last.
Episode 12 – The Hunt Begins
3:00 A.M.The city slept, but the shadows of Harrison City were wide awake.
Vincent stood on the rooftop of an old apartment building, a cigarette in hand.Behind him, a laptop flickered.Beside it, a voice crackled through the speakers.
"Honestly, you should've been caught by now. You're better than expected."
On screen, data streamed in:Location of the government's local black ops unit.Personnel numbers, armaments, surveillance layouts.
But it wasn't just raw intel.The analyst had gone deeper—tracking movement patterns, camera blind spots, even psychological profiles.
"These aren't your average thugs."
Vincent closed the laptop and stood.
"Of course not. This time, they're real soldiers.""They're like you."
Vincent stubbed out his cigarette.
"Then I can't go in head-on."
He checked his gear:A knife, a silenced pistol, a tactical blade, and a few small explosives.
The analyst spoke again.
"So what's your move, hunter?""Your turn to start the hunt."
Vincent thought for a moment.Then calmly replied—
"In a way they'll never expect."
The government's outpost looked like an abandoned factory.From the outside, just a dusty warehouse.Inside—heavily armed agents moved with purpose.
From a distance, Vincent watched.Every surveillance camera burned into his mind.
They thought they were hunters.Tonight, they'd be prey.
Phase One: Disruption.
Vincent triggered a minor blackout by interfering with a power line across the block.
The lights inside the compound flickered.Guards reached for radios.
"Power anomaly. Could be an intrusion.""No issues on our end yet. Stay alert."
They prepared to defend.
Their mistake?
They were watching the wrong direction.
Vincent slipped through the back entrance.Silent. Knife ready.
Then—whoosh.
His instincts screamed.
He rolled.
A blade sliced past his face.
Someone had been waiting.
The first assassin had already anticipated him.
"So they were expecting me…"
Unlike the mob thugs before, this attacker was trained.Precise. Tactical. Calculated.
"You think you came to hunt us?We were waiting for you."
Vincent took a breath.This wouldn't be a quick fight.
He drew his blade but didn't strike.
Instead, he baited.
First feint: a heavy left step.The assassin lunged.Vincent pivoted—countered from the right.
Second feint: a retreat.
He launched off the wall—snapped the attacker's arm.Disarmed him.
But the assassin retaliated—Grabbed Vincent's wrist and slammed an elbow into his chest.
"Fast bastard."
Vincent rolled with the hit.But the assassin was already moving—Kneeling, drawing a gun.
Split-second decision—
"A fair fight? Don't make me laugh."
Vincent fired.
Not at the man.
At a metal shard on the floor.
The bullet ricocheted—blinding flash of sparks.
In that instant, Vincent lunged—Blade across the neck.
Blood hit the floor.
Vincent exhaled.Looked down.
"These guys aren't playing around."
Back at HQ, the surveillance team froze.
"Wait—he took out one of ours?""That wasn't a mistake. Someone leaked intel."
Panic stirred.
They realized something terrifying.
Vincent wasn't just strong.
Someone was helping him.Someone was feeding him information.
And somewhere, far from the chaos—
The analyst leaned back in his chair, watching the footage.
A smirk forming.
"Now… this is getting fun."