The next morning, Peter woke up in his motel room, the dim light filtering through the curtains. He stretched lazily before grabbing his phone.
As soon as he unlocked the screen, news headlines flooded his feed.
"Hacker 'Teerces' Becomes a Fugitive Again—Authorities Unable to Track His Whereabouts!"
Peter smirked. As expected.
He scrolled through the article. The government had officially declared Teerces a national threat once more. Security agencies were scrambling to locate him, but so far, he had vanished without a trace.
"Looks like I did a good job," he muttered to himself, setting the phone down.
Despite the chaos unfolding in the media, Peter remained calm. He had planned for this.
Now, it was time for his next move.
Peter sat at the small table in the corner of his motel room, having a simple breakfast—a piece of bread and a cup of black coffee. As he ate, he opened his laptop, his fingers immediately moving across the keyboard.
His eyes scanned the screen, searching for something worth exposing to the public. He knew there had been several mysterious deaths linked to the current president's administration. And his instincts told him they were all connected.
"Alright, let's take a look at your track record, Mr. President," he muttered as he began digging deeper.
Peter hacked into classified government archives, unlocking documents hidden from public view. Names started appearing on the screen—politicians, journalists, activists—all of them had died under suspicious circumstances.
The more he read, the clearer it became that these weren't coincidences.
"So this is what you've been trying to bury..." Peter smirked coldly.
Now, all he had to do was organize this information and drop it into the public sphere in the most devastating way possible.
Peter downloaded the classified information, his eyes scanning through the files one last time. Corruption, cover-ups, and state-sanctioned murders—it was all there, neatly buried beneath layers of government secrecy.
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. All leaders are the same, he muttered. No matter the promises they made, power always led to the same corruption.
Without hesitation, he accessed one of his secure channels and began uploading the data. Within minutes, the files were encrypted, distributed across multiple platforms, and ready to go live.
With a final click, he published everything.
Peter leaned back, watching as the internet exploded with the revelations. News outlets, independent journalists, and the public were already picking apart the documents, exposing the president's darkest secrets.
A smirk formed on his lips. Let's see how they handle this storm.
As Peter skimmed through the leaked documents, his smirk slowly faded. A particular name caught his eye—Eduardo.
His fingers froze over the keyboard. He clicked on the file, opening a detailed report that sent a cold chill down his spine.
Eduardo wasn't just involved in the government's corruption. He was directly connected to the cover-ups, working alongside high-ranking officials to eliminate threats to the administration. And worse—there was a link to someone Peter had long since tried to forget.
His stepfather.
Peter's jaw clenched as he read further. Transactions, secret meetings, and classified orders—his stepfather and Eduardo had been pulling strings in the shadows, covering up deaths, silencing those who stood in their way.
"So, it's been you all along..." he muttered.
This wasn't just about exposing a corrupt government anymore. This was personal.
Peter cracked his knuckles, his mind already forming a new plan. If Eduardo and his stepfather were involved, then this wasn't just about exposing corruption—it was about taking them down personally.
He opened his laptop again, bypassing more security firewalls. If there was a way to completely ruin Eduardo, he would find it.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Enimsya's parents sat in their grand living room, reading a document with tense expressions.
A formal request for divorce.
Enimsya had finally taken the step—she wanted to separate from Eduardo, citing infidelity as the reason.
Her mother sighed, setting the papers down. "I knew that man was no good for her," she murmured.
Her father, however, remained silent, his fingers tapping on the table. "Eduardo won't let this go easily," he said darkly.
They both knew Eduardo was powerful. And dangerous.
If Enimsya was truly going against him, things were about to get even more complicated.
Peter walked casually along the sidewalk, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He was heading to the supermarket to buy some supplies when something in the distance caught his attention.
A black car was parked across the street. Two men in dark suits stood nearby, speaking into their earpieces—their movements were too suspicious to ignore.
Peter's instincts kicked in immediately. They're looking for me.
Without hesitation, he turned and picked up his pace. But when he saw the two men start moving in his direction, he broke into a sprint.
He darted across the street, scanning for a way to escape. That's when he spotted a taxi with a driver still inside, the engine running.
Thinking fast, Peter rushed to the driver's side door and tried to open it. Locked. But he saw the keys still in the ignition.
Without wasting time, he banged on the window. "Get out," he said firmly.
The taxi driver was startled and tried to resist, but Peter was faster. He yanked the door open, pulled the man out, and jumped into the driver's seat.
The moment he sat down, he slammed his foot on the gas.
Through the rearview mirror, he saw the agents trying to chase after him, some already drawing their weapons.
Now, Peter was officially a fugitive.
As Peter sped through the streets, weaving between cars to avoid his pursuers, he suddenly noticed another vehicle pulling up beside him.
A sleek black SUV.
For a split second, he tensed, expecting another group of agents to open fire on him. But then, through the tinted window, he saw familiar faces—Zunafets, Eldric, and Aitnys.
Zunafets rolled down the window and shouted, "Peter! Be careful! They're all over the city looking for you!"
Peter gritted his teeth, glancing at the rearview mirror. More black vehicles were closing in on him. His enemies weren't backing down.
Aitnys, who was in the passenger seat of the SUV, leaned out slightly. "Follow us! We'll get you out of here!"
Peter didn't hesitate. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and swerved into their lane, keeping pace with the SUV. If SIN agents were here to help, that meant the situation was even worse than he thought.
"This just keeps getting more interesting," Peter muttered to himself, stepping on the gas.
On the other side of the city, chaos erupted. Thousands of people flooded the streets, holding banners and chanting demands.
A massive protest had broken out after Teerces leaked damning information that shook the government to its core. Corruption, political assassinations, and high-ranking officials involved in dirty scandals—everything had been exposed.
Demonstrators gathered in front of the parliament building, demanding justice.
"Bring down the president!"
"Arrest the corrupt officials!"
The tension escalated. Riot police stood in formation, creating barricades to contain the increasingly furious crowd.
Among the protesters, radical groups lurked, ready to take advantage of the chaos for their own agenda.
Meanwhile, inside the government offices, top officials were in full panic mode. The president and his ministers had called for an emergency meeting.
"Who leaked all of this?!" one official shouted.
But deep down, they all knew the answer.
Teerces.
And now, they had to stop him before it was too late.
Peter gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes locked on the road ahead. The agents' cars were still chasing him, while the SUV carrying Zunafets and his team worked to clear a path.
In the distance, Peter spotted something—a half-finished overpass. A massive gap lay in the middle, but if he went fast enough…
"You're not seriously thinking—" Eldric's voice crackled over the radio.
"Oh, I am," Peter smirked.
He slammed his foot on the gas, making the taxi accelerate dangerously fast. The agents behind him had no idea what he was about to do.
Just meters before the broken edge, Peter took a deep breath. Then—
He jumped.
The taxi soared through the air, flying over the gaping hole in the overpass.
For a few seconds, everything felt weightless.
Then—THUD!
The car landed hard on the other side, its suspension groaning but holding together.
Peter let out a small laugh. "Made it."
Behind him, the agents' cars screeched to a halt—they weren't willing to take the same risk.
Zunafets and his team quickly turned onto a safer route to catch up with Peter. They had bought themselves a little time to escape.
Peter finally pulled over in an empty parking lot on the outskirts of the city. Moments later, the black SUV carrying Zunafets, Eldric, and Aitnys rolled up beside him.
Stepping out of the car, Peter stretched his body, feeling a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline from his wild stunt earlier.
Zunafets was the first to exit the SUV, looking at Peter with a mix of admiration and frustration. "You're insane."
Peter simply smirked. "But I'm alive."
Eldric shook his head as he approached. "You know, if you had failed back there, I wouldn't have bothered arranging your funeral."
Peter chuckled. "Good. Saves me money."
Aitnys, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "We don't have much time. The city is already in chaos, and Teerces is officially public enemy number one again."
Peter took a deep breath. "I figured as much. So, what's our next move?"
Zunafets looked at him seriously. "We need a safe place to regroup and strategize. And you should know… There are more people after your head than you think."
Peter met Zunafets' gaze, then casually tossed the stolen taxi keys into the air before catching them again. "So, what else is new?"
Zunafets exhaled sharply, crossing his arms. "This isn't a joke, Peter. The government isn't the only one after you. FTO is getting more aggressive, and now private mercenaries are in play."
Peter's smirk faded slightly. "Mercenaries?"
Aitnys nodded. "Highly trained, well-funded, and willing to take extreme measures. Someone out there really wants you gone."
Peter ran a hand through his hair, processing the information. "Let me guess—the president?"
Eldric scoffed. "If only it were that simple. There are multiple factions at play, and some of them might even want you alive."
Peter narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
Zunafets exchanged glances with the others before stepping closer. "Because of what you know. Because of who you are."
Silence hung between them for a moment. Peter could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him.
Then, with a sigh, he turned toward the SUV. "Alright. Let's find that safe house. I need to think."
As they got into the vehicle and sped off into the night, Peter couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get much worse.
They drove in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The city streets grew quieter, with only the occasional sound of sirens in the distance.
After nearly an hour, they finally arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Zunafets turned off the SUV's engine and glanced at Peter. "This is the place. It's safe for now."
Peter stepped out of the vehicle, eyeing the building. From the outside, it looked like an abandoned warehouse, but he knew Zunafets wouldn't choose a location carelessly.
"Who owns this place?" Peter asked as he walked toward the side door.
Aitnys responded, "A trusted source. Not with SIN, not with FTO. Neutral for now."
Eldric unlocked the door and pushed it open. Inside, the warehouse was already set up as a temporary base—there were worktables, several computers, weapons, and food supplies.
Peter tossed his backpack onto a table and sat down. He looked at Zunafets with a neutral expression before saying, "Isn't it obvious? The president ordered FTO to move against me. I already know."
Zunafets narrowed his eyes. "How certain are you?"
Peter leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Last night, I forced one of the FTO infiltrators to talk. They admitted they were ordered to eliminate me. I'm an obstacle to them."
The room fell silent for a moment before Eldric clicked his tongue. "So we're really up against the highest level of power. This is worse than we thought."
Zunafets let out a long sigh. "Then we need to move fast. We need solid evidence to take them down, and you…" he stared at Peter, "…need to stay alive long enough to do it."
Peter smirked and opened his laptop. "Alright. I'll start here. You handle security."
As the screen lit up, Peter couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out—and their enemies wouldn't stop until they got what they wanted.
That night, Peter lay on the sofa, casually snacking while his laptop sat open in front of him. The dim light from the screen flickered across his face as he scrolled through lines of code, files, and encrypted messages.
His mind was sharp, but exhaustion clung to his body. He had barely gotten any real rest in days, yet stopping wasn't an option.
Between bites, he muttered to himself, "There has to be something... a weak point."
He dug deeper, searching through government databases, classified FTO files, and financial transactions. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, bypassing firewalls and security protocols like second nature.
Then—a hit.
His eyes narrowed as a particular document loaded on his screen. A confidential payment record—large sums of money transferred under an alias that traced back to the presidential office.
Peter smirked, tossing another piece of food into his mouth. "Gotcha."
Before he could dive further, a sudden ping echoed from his laptop. An untraceable message had just arrived.
Unknown Sender:You're playing a dangerous game, Teerces. Stop now, or you won't wake up tomorrow.
Peter stared at the message, then chuckled darkly.
"Looks like I hit a nerve."
Peter closed his laptop and stretched out on the sofa. Just as he was about to rest, Eldric decided to mess with him.
"Hey, Peter," Eldric nudged him with a mischievous smirk. "Are you seriously going to sleep here? Aren't you afraid I might pull something?"
Peter shot him a tired look. "If you even try, I'll punch you before you can think."
Eldric burst out laughing. "Relax, I'm just joking!"
They laughed together, easing the tension after a long day. As the moment calmed down, Peter opened his chat with Enimsya. He stared at the messages but didn't reply immediately. He simply left the conversation open, as if just seeing her name on the screen was enough to bring him some peace.
A few minutes later, exhaustion finally caught up with him. Peter leaned deeper into the sofa, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, outside the warehouse...
Zunafets and Aitnys stood under the night sky, keeping watch. Aitnys lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly.
"The head of SIN must already know we're interfering," she said, glancing at Zunafets.
Zunafets nodded. "Of course. And they won't just sit still."
At the SIN agency headquarters
A stern-looking man in an official uniform sat at his desk, his expression filled with frustration. He glared at the screen in front of him, displaying the latest updates on Peter, aka Teerces.
His eyes narrowed in pure hatred as he saw Zunafets and his team's names in the report.
With a cold, sharp voice, he muttered, "Why isn't that bastard dead yet?"
He clenched his fists, then suddenly smirked.
"Let him be… for now."