28/05/2026
In the scorching heat of the desolate desert, a heavily armed mercenary group, accompanied by a convoy of sleek black armored vehicles, was lined up, blocking the road. Their leader, incredibly aggressive, roared defiantly, declaring that their opponents were doomed and no one would escape. Yet, the muscular man opposite him remained unfazed; he calmly picked up his phone, uttered a brief command, and then fled as the special vehicles sped past, kicking up a cloud of dust. It seemed the battle was decided, but the situation unexpectedly reversed in a flash as the scene shifted deep into a dense forest. The once arrogant mercenaries now knelt, heads bowed, bound in the middle of the road before the powerful FBI forces and the flashing lights and sirens of their police cars. Amidst the powerful shouts of the agents ordering them to lay down their weapons, as it was all over, the muscular man from earlier stepped forward confidently. He slowly removed his sunglasses, looked straight ahead, and delivered the final verdict: "The game is over."Part 2 in the comments
