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He tapped into his radio, his free hand switching frequencies. He had to cut through the dead signals, shifting through static before landing on the right channel.

“Escape team, prepare immediately! I am the only one alive. I am being hunted! I need backup!”

The line crackled. A voice, distorted but sharp, finally responded.

“Riner? What the hell happened? Where’s the squad?!”

“Dead! All of them!” Riner barked, his breathing laboured as he pushed forward through the jungle. His feet crunched against damp leaves, his vision flickering as his balance fought against him.

“Shit—hang tight! We’re on standby. ETA—”

BANG.

A bullet ripped through his calf.

AGHHH!

Riner collapsed mid-stride, his leg folding under him as he crashed into the jungle floor. His fingers clawed into the dirt, his breath a strangled gasp.

Pain—blazing, white-hot pain—shot up his leg like wildfire.

He bit his lip so hard it bled.

“Riner? RINER?! What’s going on?!”

Riner trembled, sweat dripping down his brow as he whipped his head back toward the smoke cloud.

“How?! How the hell can he see me?!”

The smoke he used, was a special type of smoke. It should have disrupted everything—thermal, night vision, infrared scopes.

No normal human should be able to see through it.

But his attacker had.

Riner’s hands shook as he reached for his gun.

He gripped his Desert Eagle, yanking it up, aiming blindly into the darkness.

His breath came in ragged gasps. He couldn’t run anymore. His leg was shattered.

There was only one thing left to do.

Fight.

Riner pressed his back against a fallen tree trunk, his fingers steadying his aim.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe too hard.

He just waited.

If his attacker was truly unstoppable, if this was really the end—

Then he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

His finger hovered over the trigger, waiting for the slightest movement, the faintest hint of sound.

He listened.

Nothing.

Just the wind rustling through the jungle leaves.

The silence was too perfect.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears. His vision blurred at the edges. His leg screamed in agony.

He tightened his grip on his gun.

“Come on, you bastard…”

Riner’s whisper barely left his lips before his world exploded in pain.

A shadow lunged from the darkness, moving faster than his brain could process.

Before he could even see who or what was coming, a brutal kick slammed against his hand, sending his Desert Eagle flying into the jungle.

CRACK.

His fingers snapped like twigs.

“ARGHHH!”

A raw, guttural scream tore from his throat as he clutched his mangled hand, agony spreading like wildfire. His nerves lit up, his vision blackening at the edges from the sheer shock.

Before he could even breathe, before his brain could register what was happening—

A hand clamped around his collar.

Effortlessly, like lifting a ragdoll, he was hauled off the ground.

His feet dangled.

And then—

SLAP.

A thunderous impact shattered the side of his face.

His teeth flew out.

Several.

They scattered in the dirt like discarded pebbles.

His head snapped to the side, his vision swimming, his brain struggling to stay conscious. The taste of blood filled his mouth, warm and metallic, thick enough to choke on.

And then he saw it.

The black mask.

It was as if a demon, void of emotion, looming over him like an executioner.

The devil itself had come for him.

For the first time in his entire career, Riner felt something he never had before.

Terror.

“Save me—” he blurted, his voice barely coherent.

And then—

Gunfire.

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A hailstorm of bullets ripped through the jungle, cracking against tree trunks, kicking up dirt and leaves.

The masked figure released him immediately, vanishing into the darkness with an unnatural grace.

The backup had arrived.

“Get Riner! I’ll cover you!” a sharp voice commanded through the chaos.

Another shadow emerged, sprinting toward him. One of his own.

A firm grip yanked him up, dragging him away from the battlefield. His salvation.

“Move! Move!”

The gunfire intensified, the jungle coming alive with the roar of suppressed rounds.

The masked figure returned fire, but the bullets missed, grazing past them, striking only the trees.

Riner’s heart pounded against his ribs.

Was he actually missing?

It didn’t make sense. His entire team had been butchered in moments—no hesitation, no wasted shots—yet now, this demon couldn’t land a single bullet?

Something was wrong.

But the pain in his skull was overriding his thoughts.

The world blurred. The shadows of his comrades faded in and out.

His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as he tried to focus.

He was escaping.

He was alive.

They retreated, their footsteps fading deeper into the jungle, moving toward the extraction point.

Riner didn’t feel it.

The small, near-invisible tracking chip had clung to his skin the moment Noah had grabbed him by the collar.

It was microscopic, nearly weightless. It had dissolved into his neck, leaving no trace.

And now, it was inside him.

The moment the chip melted into his bloodstream, tiny nanofibers latched onto his nervous system, seamlessly integrating with his body.

Undetectable. Untraceable.

He could strip down, check every inch of his skin, even scan for foreign objects—he would find nothing.

And yet, Noah would know exactly where he was.

Every step he took.

Every breath.

Every move.

From behind cover, Noah watched through the dense foliage, his amber eyes razor-sharp behind his mask.

The remaining assassins were retreating.

They might think that they were escaping, but they weren’t.

They were leading him straight to the person that Noah wanted.

Noah slowly lowered his weapon, a faint smirk playing at the edges of his lips.

He had already won.

The fight was never about Riner.

It was about who was waiting for him.

Who was pulling the strings?

And soon, very soon—

Noah would find out. So he didn’t chase. Didn’t fire another shot.

He wasn’t worried. Not even remotely.

All he had to do now… Was wait.