Footsteps echoed behind Kane.
"Someone's coming."
It wasn't an ordinary presence.The pressure in the air felt... wrong.
Slow, even steps.Not a guard.A hunter.
At the end of the corridor, flickering lights revealed a silhouette.
Then the man spoke.
"Stealing from a government facility?I expected more class from you, Vincent Kang."
He walked forward, towering nearly two meters.A massive build.Razor-sharp eyes.No insignia. No badge.
But his posture said everything—This was no ordinary agent.This was something else.
"Orders from Robert Kane. I'm here to bring you in."
Vincent narrowed his eyes.This man wasn't natural.
Not a special agent—but something specialized.Something the government had hidden.
Feynman's voice came through the earpiece.
"Uh, Vincent? This guy's not your level. Like, seriously."
"The government's been raising people like this?"
Feynman furiously typed on his laptop.
"No real data… Wait. One codename popped up."
SPECTER.
Specter gave a thin smile.
"So you're Vincent Kang.This should be fun."
He didn't wait.
CRACK!
The ground shattered beneath his leap.
"Shit—he's fast!"
Vincent twisted away—WHAM!A wall exploded from the missed punch.
Vincent backed off, drawing his pistol.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bullets flew.
Specter?
He slapped them out of the air.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Vincent's eyes narrowed.
"This isn't just enhanced strength...There's something deeper."
Specter shook his hands and chuckled.
"Textbook fighting. Clean, precise.Too bad it won't work on me."
Vincent knew.
You don't beat monsters with brute strength.You outthink them.
He scanned his surroundings.
Then—Feynman again.
"Wait—got something! Old experimental file!"
"Enhanced strength, sensory amplification… and a weakness."
"What is it?"
"Sensory overload."
Vincent smiled.
"Perfect."
He reached into his pocket.
A flashbang.
"Let's see if this works on you."
CLICK.
BANG!
Blinding light filled the hallway.
Specter flinched, covering one eye.
"Damn you—!"
But Vincent was already gone.
He sprinted down the hall, activated the sprinkler system—water rained down, distorting vision.
Then—
BOOM.
Total blackout.
Feynman had killed the power remotely.
Specter looked up, eyes scanning.
Vincent had vanished—again.
"Interesting…"
He clenched his fist.
"Next time, I won't leave you space to run."
Vincent slid down a drainage pipe along the building's side.
He whispered into the comms:
"Feynman, I'm out. Be ready."
"Copy that.But hey, next time—can we maybe… not start a war?"
"We'll see."
Vincent already knew.
This wasn't a chase anymore.It was war.
And the real weapons of the government had just entered the field.
*****
Episode 18 – Strategic Retreat
Feynman looked at his tablet and smiled.
"Data acquired."
Vincent scanned their surroundings.
"What did you get?"
Feynman tapped the screen.
"Classified ops.And a document with your name on it."
Vincent stiffened.
"My name?"
Feynman handed over the tablet.
[PROJECT SPECTER: Subject of Interest – Vincent Kang]
"This… wasn't just surveillance."
Vincent flipped through the document.And everything became clear.
Every pursuit, every hit, every shadow—it was all part of a larger plan.
They weren't just watching him.They were preparing to erase him.
But that wasn't what mattered.
What mattered was the why.
Vincent said quietly,
"We can't run. Not now."
Feynman frowned.
"You serious? Agents are closing in. Specter's out there. You want a full-blown war?"
"Not war," Vincent replied."Tactics."
He scanned their terrain.
"We're not retreating.We're repositioning for advantage."
Feynman blinked.
"So… not running, not fighting.What exactly are we doing?"
Vincent's voice was low, certain.
"We make them the hunted."
Scene Three: Kane's Move
Confidential Ops Center – Intelligence HQ
Kane sat at the table, watching the map update in real time.Vincent and Feynman's path tracked across the city.
An agent reported:
"They've veered off predicted paths.They're headed into the mountains."
Kane laced his fingers together, murmuring:
"The mountains…?"
A subtle smile crept across his face.
"This isn't escape.This is a trap."
He looked around and gave the order.
"No more games.Activate Specter.Deploy three tactical units. Full containment."
"This time… we end it."
Back in the field—
Feynman wheezed as they climbed a rocky slope.
"Why are we heading into the damn mountains?Wouldn't disappearing into the city be smarter?"
Vincent replied calmly.
"This isn't about disappearing.It's about preparation."
He scanned the terrain.
"Limited roads.Vehicles are restricted.Hard for them to deploy full units here."
Feynman scoffed.
"So, it's your ideal battleground, huh?"
Vincent nodded.
"We bait them in…and strike where they're weak."
Feynman unpacked a drone and smirked.
"While you fight like a gorilla,I'll run overwatch from above."
He launched the drone.
"Let the hunt begin."
****
Episode 19 – The Stage for the Hunt
Mountain terrain.Thick fog.Violent wind.The hunt had begun.
Vincent stood atop a rocky ridge, gazing down calmly.
"This isn't a fight.It's a hunt."
Feynman's voice came through, piloting the drone above.
"Scan complete. Three teams, twelve agents total.Specter is among them."
Vincent checked his gear:One pistol. One rifle. Limited ammo.
He muttered to himself,
"This won't be enough."
Feynman chuckled.
"Then what are you gonna fight with?"
"What they brought," Vincent replied flatly.
Vincent began laying traps.He didn't need to eliminate the agents outright.He just needed to slow them, exhaust them, and control their path.
Tactical Control:
He collapsed boulders to block one of the major access paths.
Planted crude but effective traps using thick branches across key trails.
Disruption:
Used drones to draw fire into empty space.
Positioned reflective plates to scatter their vision at night.
Psychological Warfare:
Left subtle traces to bait them toward a specific route.
Planned to ambush from the opposite side.
Feynman muttered as he watched the plan unfold.
"Man… You're a damn genius at pissing people off."
Vincent gave a slight smile.
"War isn't just about firepower."
"Target is nearby. Move in."
The agents advanced cautiously, weapons drawn.
"Stay alert. The terrain's not on our side."
Click.
A foot missed its mark—A pit trap.
"Aagh!"
The agent got stuck between jagged rocks.Others rushed in to assist.
"Watch it! He's laid traps!"
Then—
BANG! BANG!
Gunfire from a hidden position.
First bullet — pierced a knee.Second — disarmed another agent.
"Sniper fire! Take cover!"
But Vincent was already gone.
From a distance, Specter watched.
He smirked.
"So. He's not running."
He removed his helmet and muttered.
"He's ahead of us. Again."
"Advance.Even if we move into his trap…be ready to turn it back on him."
Then—radio silence.
"Bravo team, respond. Bravo, come in!"
"Shit. This is Alpha.Bravo's gone."
Vincent heard it all from afar.
He reloaded, whispering:
"Now… it begins."
******
Episode 20 – Calculated Retreat
Dark forest trails.
Specter pressed forward, tracking Vincent's movements.Behind him, armed agents moved with precision.
"Target is retreating rapidly. We're close."
Specter shook his head.
"Too clean.He's leading us."
He stopped, scanning the forest.
"Expect traps."
But the agents were too deep into the chase.
"Doesn't matter.He's cornered now."
Then—
BANG! BANG!
Shots rang out.
A lead agent screamed, falling from a bullet to the thigh.
"Engage! Fire back!"
But Vincent had already moved.
High in the branches, Vincent observed.He scavenged gear from a downed agent.
Rifle. Magazines. A grenade.
"Finally. Something decent."
"Target is now armed. Caution!"
Specter looked up.
"He's using our own weapons."
Still, he didn't move.He knew.
"This isn't a retreat.It's bait."
The others didn't listen.
"Go! Before he slips away!"
"Deploy drone. Locate him!"
A drone buzzed overhead.
Agents aimed at it.
"Shoot it down!"
But the drone shifted altitude quickly—Too fast, too sharp.
"Dammit! He's got a tech guy!"
Feynman chimed in over comms.
"Come on. You guys really wanna play tech games with me?"
Retreat… or strategy?
Vincent continued to pull back.But each step deeper into the forest was calculated.
"Too easy."
He smirked.
"Target is retreating. Closing in!"
But Specter didn't buy it.
"This isn't a real retreat.No hunter gives up this easily."
He gave a new order.
"Change formation.Flank from the sides, not the front."
Meanwhile, Vincent had reached a small forest outpost.
He looked around and whispered,
"This far in…It's enough."
He pressed the detonator in his hand.
BOOM!!!
A violent explosion lit the mountain sky.
Flames erupted.The blast shockwave rippled across the forest.
"What the hell?!"
Agents dropped and took cover.Specter stared into the inferno.
"...Just as I thought."
"Search the wreckage. Find the body."
The team advanced, weapons raised.
"Nothing could've survived that…"
"Still. Look for remains."
But by then—Vincent and Feynman were already gone.