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The eastern sky began to pale as the first light of dawn pierced through the night’s veil, casting a dim glow upon the city’s cold, steel-like streets. The dampness of the post-rain air lingered, but it could not wash away the killing intent lurking in the shadows.
Aaron sat against the corner of an abandoned skyscraper, his chest rising and falling slightly, his body pushed to its absolute limit.
The wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding, his muscles ached from the earlier battle, and hours of extreme tension had left his nerves stretched taut, ready to snap at any moment.
But he could not fall.
Lowering his gaze to his terminal screen, he saw that the Dark Alliance’s main account had been drained, yet new warning messages continued to flood in—
[WARNING: Dark Alliance has initiated the Emergency Execution Protocol!]
[Threat Level: S]
[Codename: Final Reckoning]
Final Reckoning?
Aaron’s pupils shrank slightly, and his fingers trembled.
The Dark Alliance had lost, but they still had one last card to play—one more terrifying than all the assassins combined.
"I’ve found you."
A low, hoarse voice echoed through the silent space, like Death whispering the final verdict.
Aaron’s breath froze.
No footsteps. No killing intent. And yet, the voice was right next to him.
How did he get this close?!
He rolled to the side instantly, his pistol snapping up to aim at the source of the voice. But before he could pull the trigger, a shadow moved like a ghost—an iron grip clamped down on his wrist.
Crack!
A sharp pain shot up his arm. His gun flew out of his grasp, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Too fast!
Too damn fast!
Aaron reacted in an instant, driving his knee toward his opponent’s abdomen, but it was like striking solid steel.
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In the next moment, his enemy’s arm coiled around him like a serpent—tightening—locking—choking—
He can’t breathe.
His mind screamed for oxygen, consciousness flickering.
"Is this how it ends?"
No.
He will not die here.
Aaron’s pupils constricted. With the last of his strength, his fingers twitched—activating a micro-taser hidden in his sleeve.
ZZZT!
A surge of electricity crackled into his attacker’s body. A slight jolt—barely a second of weakness—but enough.
Aaron wrenched free, slammed his elbow into his enemy’s face, and rolled away, putting distance between them.
Panting, he finally got a good look at the man who had almost taken his life.
Under the moonlight, the figure stood tall—dressed in black tactical gear, his expression devoid of emotion. His eyes, deep and frigid, reflected nothing but emptiness.
A machine. A pure killer.
Aaron’s heart pounded.
This wasn’t just another assassin.
This was the Dark Alliance’s final trump card.
The Executioner of Final Reckoning—
"Nether"—the legend atop the bounty hunter rankings.
Nether raised his wrist. His terminal flickered, sending shockwaves through the blockchain network.
[New Smart Contract Detected]
[Dark Alliance Mainframe Authority Shifted]
[Executing: Global Asset Freeze on Aaron]
Another freeze?!
Aaron’s breath hitched.
Nether wasn’t just an assassin—he was a top-tier blockchain hacker.
If his accounts were frozen, he would lose everything—his hidden assets, his ability to purchase weapons or intel.
"You…" Nether spoke with chilling calm. "Are unworthy of wealth."
Aaron inhaled sharply, his mind spinning.
No—if he lost access, he was done for.
But he wasn't unprepared.
His fingers danced across the screen, activating his last resort—
[Executing Contract: Phantom Wallet Jump]
[Target: Anonymous Wallet Cluster]
[Status: Processing…]
"Beep!"
The instant Nether’s freeze order was confirmed, Aaron’s assets fragmented, scattering into thousands of anonymous addresses—completely untouchable.
No more control.
No more chains.
For the first time, Nether’s cold gaze wavered slightly.
"Impressive," he murmured. "But not enough."
His screen flickered again—
[Executing Contract: Global Tracking Protocol]
[Target: Aaron]
[Authorization Level: S]
He wasn’t just freezing assets—
He was locking Aaron’s real-time location into the blockchain, alerting every hunter in the world!
Shit!
If that contract completed, every assassin on the planet would converge on him within minutes.
This had to end.
Aaron’s eyes turned ice-cold.
His fingers slid across his terminal, typing one final command—
[Executing Contract: Deep Disguise Protocol]
[Target: Self]
[Status: Processing…]
"Beep!"
In the blink of an eye, every trace of Aaron’s digital identity vanished from the global network.
The location lock failed.
Nether’s face darkened.
"You… actually pulled that off?"
Aaron exhaled, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Your rules? They don’t work anymore."
A beat of silence.
Then, for the first time, Nether smiled.
"Good." He reached over his shoulder, drawing a gleaming tactical knife.
Moonlight glinted off the blade.
"Now let’s see who the real hunter is."
Aaron clenched his fists.
This fight was far from over.
Next Chapter: Aaron vs. Nether!
The Ultimate Showdown Begins—Who Will Survive the Hunt?
