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One hour later...
A worn-out brown car cruised down the slick streets. Rain drizzled steadily as the city grew quieter. Ale pushed the car faster. The road to the old hideout was still long.
Meanwhile...
Mr. Alex sat in front of his monitor, eyes scanning lines of code. He hadn't yet noticed that his location was being traced. Five minutes passed, then suddenly—his system picked up strange activity on the network. Without hesitation, he began typing lines of complex algorithms. The code executed instantly.
His computer emitted a low hum, frequencies shifting. A real-time map of the digital traffic blinked to life. One line turned red, signaling abnormal activity. His eyes narrowed. The origin of the anomaly? Right where he was.
A grin tugged at his lips.
He reached for a special hard disk—a cylindrical piece of metal, palm-sized—and plugged it into his main console. He activated his signature software: Executor.
As the program spun to life, a faint whir filled the room. Executor acted swiftly and violently, tearing through the digital arteries of the city's network. Within the first minute, no one noticed. But by the fifth, chaos had begun.
The city's communications shut down. Banks couldn't connect to central servers. CCTV feeds went black. Phone lines died. Traffic lights glitched wildly. Thankfully, the police managed to kill the lights remotely just in time to prevent accidents.
City intelligence agents mobilized immediately, racing to identify the attacker. But Mr. Alex was far too dangerous—even for seasoned cyber operatives. His grin widened as his monitor lit up with red blips—traces of unusual network activity.
"You fight me?" he murmured.
"Let's see how strong you are."
From multiple points across the city, elite cyber agents moved into position. The mayor ordered a full network lockdown. Only the government's secure channels remained active, isolated from the public grid.
The agents began combing through those remaining lines. Only two networks were still running: Mr. Alex's, and a second—Eye of Infinity.
But before they could act, Kayla, already sensing something was wrong, shut down Eye of Infinity remotely.
One network remained.
The agents exchanged uneasy glances. All this chaos... from one lone network. They swallowed hard and prepared for digital war, from the shadows.
A new kind of traffic began flowing—not communication, but conflict.
They launched a massive assault. Thousands of viruses. Relentless DDOS attacks. Others began hammering at his digital fortress—a firewall, but one built like a fortress of steel.
Mr. Alex only chuckled.
His hands flew over the keyboard. Thousands of lines of adaptive code flowed from his fingers like instinct. Executor activated Alpha Mode—its specialized combat setting.
He watched as the digital warzone unfolded on-screen. The first wave slammed against his firewall. Alerts blared across his system. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he laughed.
"Welcome to system hell," he sneered.
Executor Alpha came alive, responding with terrifying precision. His defenses weren't static—they morphed, evolved, and crushed the invading code in real-time. The firewall became a living creature, reshaping itself to absorb every attack. Hundreds of viruses were neutralized within seconds.
Then came the counterattack.
Executor launched its response—crashing headfirst into the agents' defenses. One strike was enough to crack their digital walls, shocking the defenders. Scrambling, they erected a secondary firewall, even as they tried to purge thousands of blackdoors worming their way through.
But before they could finish, wave two hit.
This time, it wasn't just Alpha. Executor came backed by an army—thousands of custom viruses, massive DDOS storms. Billions of packets flooded their systems. Their defenses buckled. Their own assault had become a boomerang.
One by one, their servers began to fall.
Ten minutes later, the city network returned. Citizens cheered—until they saw what had returned. Lights flickered like a rave. Massive projectors beamed absurd, glitchy visuals onto buildings. Cars blinked wildly. Panic spread fast.
"Activate forbidden mode," the mayor barked.
The agents nodded grimly. This was a last resort.
The forbidden mode wasn't defensive—it was predatory. The more viruses it absorbed, the stronger it became. It devoured firewalls, malicious code, even entire systems. One of them could end a network. This time, they unleashed dozens.
Elsewhere, Kayla watched the chaos unfold. Thanks to Eye of Infinity's passive mode, she had witnessed the entire digital war in secret.
"He knows," she whispered. "Mr. Alex has sensed our plan."
Ale said nothing. He just stepped on the gas.
Meanwhile, in a dim room far away, Recandra sat silently, watching the chaos through his window. He knew something was wrong. But at the moment... he simply didn't care.
"Launch the counterstrike," the mayor ordered.
In an instant, dozens of Predators were deployed, tearing into Mr. Alex's system. The assault was vicious. His defenses trembled. Notifications screamed across his monitor. Still, he didn't panic.
"Not bad... for a warm-up," he smirked.
Then he began to type again—this time faster, deeper. Executor switched into DestrOID Mode.
Where Predator consumed viruses, DestrOID annihilated entire networks.
The data lattice began to quake—not physically, but at its very core.
Executor's interface turned blood-red. The network pulsed aggressively, every data packet slamming into the grid like live ammunition.
At the city's cyber center, panic erupted.
"Data integrity is collapsing!"
"What the hell? Our firewalls—being destroyed from within?"
The Predators that once feasted on viruses began to glitch. One by one, they exploded—converted into corrupted fragments of rogue code. Mr. Alex had hijacked their core structure.
"He's not just defending…" one agent whispered.
"…He's turning our own weapons against us."
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