The city of Las Vegas pulsed with neon lights, but for Mirshad, time had stopped. He stood motionless, his phone pressed to his ear as Sirius' voice echoed through.
"Mirshad, your brothers are in danger. David's army is moving. Tonight, they will be attacked."
His eyes darkened. The attack was imminent.
Mirshad turned sharply, looking at Sophia. Without hesitation, he said:
"The rest of the tour can wait. My brothers can't."
Sophia didn't ask questions. She simply followed him.
Within minutes, they boarded their Helicopter, speeding toward destiny.
Mirshad wasn't just returning home. He was preparing for war.
Far away, Mirshad's brothers were on the road, traveling in a convoy of armored vehicles.
Without warning—gunfire exploded from the shadows.
100 heavily armed assassins—David's elite warriors—surrounded them.
Bullets pounded the car frames.
Windscreens shattered.
Engines roared as the convoy swerved through the chaos.
Rayyan clenched his jaw, gripping his gun.
"Where the hell is our backup?!"
Malik: "They won't make it in time!"
A missile fired from the rooftops.
BOOM!
The lead car spun out, crashing into a barricade. The convoy came to a halt.
Inside, the brothers exchanged glances. They knew what this meant.
Outnumbered. Outgunned. Nowhere to run.
Malik exhaled sharply. "It was an honor, brothers."
They prepared for the worst.
Then—a whistle pierced the night air.
A Lone Shadow Under the Streetlight
The assassins froze, turning toward the sound.
Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlight, a lone figure stood.
A black suit draped his form.
A blade rested at his side.
A cigarette burned between his fingers.
MRD had arrived.
One of the assassins stepped forward cautiously.
He never reached his target.
In a blink, Mirshad grabbed him and hurled him straight into the enemy forces.
The moment his body hit the ground—chaos erupted.
The assassins charged at Mirshad all at once.
But Mirshad?
He was already moving.
His sword slashed through the darkness, carving through flesh.
Blood painted the streets, one body falling after another.
Blades clashed, bones snapped, screams filled the air.
He was a storm, unstoppable and precise.
Inside the wrecked convoy, the brothers watched in disbelief.
Amir: "What the hell are we watching…?"
Malik: "One man… against an army…?"
Rayyan: "Not just any man. That's HIM."
One by one, the assassins fell. Their numbers meant nothing.
By the time the last man collapsed, the battlefield was silent.
The brothers cautiously stepped out of the car.
The scene before them was unreal.
Not a single enemy remained alive.
Then, they spotted him.
Mirshad sat on the car bonnet, cigarette in hand, smirking.
Without looking at them, he exhaled a cloud of smoke and said:
"Did you miss me, brothers?"
Silence.
Then—laughter.
At first, just Amir. Then Malik. Then all of them. Pure, relieved, victorious laughter.
Malik grabbed a cigarette from Mirshad, passing it around.
For a moment, they stood in silence.
Then, Amir erupted in laughter again.
Rayyan: "How the hell did you get here?! You were with Sophia in Vegas!"
Mirshad smirked:
"Wherever I am, my eyes are always on you. And I thought I'd give you all a surprise visit."
Malik shook his head:
"I swear I almost pissed myself! We thought we were dead!"
Mirshad exhaled and smiled:
"That's my power—late or not, always on time."
Mirshad's eyes shifted toward Baba.
Unlike the others, Baba wasn't laughing.
Mirshad approached him.
"Baba, are you okay?"
Baba nodded.
"I don't know how this happened, but I'm glad you were here, son."
But Mirshad knew.
Baba was thinking about something. Something deeper.
Only tomorrow would he reveal it.
As they prepared to leave, the thunder of approaching vehicles filled the air.
The MRD Phantom Reapers had arrived.
They scanned the battlefield—expecting a war.
Instead, they found only corpses.
The general stepped forward, eyes wide in disbelief.
General:
"Sir, how did you survive? These were 100 elite assassins… but now they're all dead!"
Rayyan smirked.
"Before I answer, tell me your squad name."
The general stood straight, responding with pride.
"MRD Phantom Reapers, sir!"
Rayyan turned toward Mirshad and gestured.
"Then meet the force behind your name—your real leader, MRD."
The soldiers froze in shock.
The general hesitated, then took a step back, realizing who Mirshad truly was.
Then, without hesitation, he gave the order.
"Soldiers! Salute and kneel before our king!"
Mirshad took one final drag from his cigarette.
Then, he looked at them and said:
"Stand up. Never kneel before anyone—including me. Your respect is enough."
The soldiers nodded in understanding, then turned back to clean the battlefield.
Now, they knew the true power behind their name.
Mirshad and his brothers stepped into their cars.
As the convoy rolled out, Mirshad stretched, exhaling.
"Let's go home. I'm starving."
The brothers laughed.
Tonight, they had survived death.
But something even greater was waiting for them.