The sun had barely risen over the hidden island, but the air already carried a sense of change. MRD had returned from his war in Japan and Europe, where the world had finally learned his name. His presence was no longer a myth—he was a reality that criminals feared, governments whispered about, and the world watched with anticipation.
Inside his private chamber, Mirshad opened his eyes slowly, his body still adjusting after the chaos of the past few days. For the first time in a while, there was no immediate danger, no urgent mission—just silence.
Lying beside him, Sophia stretched and looked at him with a smirk.
Sophia: "The world is talking about you. They think you're something beyond human."
Mirshad: "And what do you think?"
Sophia: "I think you should let me sleep a little longer before saving the world again."
She pulled the sheets over her head, playfully ignoring him. Mirshad chuckled softly. It was a rare moment of peace, but he knew it wouldn't last long.
By the time Mirshad walked into the dining hall, his brothers were already waiting. The table was full—Rayyan, Malik, Amir, Jabir, Baba, the Phantom Reapers, and the world leaders who had aligned with him.
Rayyan: "Finally! We thought you forgot about us."
Malik: "Or maybe Sophia locked him up and threw away the key."
Amir smirked: "She does look like she has that kind of power."
Mirshad, shaking his head: "You all seem very concerned about my personal life."
Sophia, entering the room: "Because they don't have one."
The room erupted in laughter as everyone dug into their food. The atmosphere was lighter than usual—a brief moment where war wasn't the center of their minds. But deep down, they all knew… this was only a pause, not an ending.
Baba finally spoke, looking at mirshad seriously: "We have to decide our next move, son."
Mirshad nodded: "Then let's talk."
The laughter from breakfast faded as mirshad and his brothers entered the war room. A massive holographic map covered the wall, showing the global criminal network. Each red marker was an empire built on blood—drug lords, traffickers, corrupt officials, terrorist leaders.
Sirius' voice echoed: "There are many targets. But one stands above the rest."
A red dot on South America pulsed.
Sirius: "The Black Cobra Cartel."
Mirshad: "Tell me."
Sirius: "They run the largest drug trade in the world. Cocaine, heroin, fentanyl—every country gets their supply from them. They finance terrorists, buy off politicians, and control entire regions."
Rayyan: "A full army of mercenaries. Heavily armed."
Malik: "This isn't just a cartel. This is a damn country."
Mirshad,s eyes burned gold. "Then it's time we erase it."
Amir: "We'll need a full strike team—"
Mirshad interrupted: "No. Just me."
Silence filled the room.
Jabir: "Brother, we get it. You're powerful. But alone?"
Mirshad smirked: "I'm not fighting an army. I'm erasing one."
Baba: "And what do we do if you don't come back?"
Mirshad: "I always come back."
Midnight. Deep in the jungles of Colombia.
The Black Cobra Cartel's fortress was in full operation. Armed men patrolled every corner. Drugs were being packed into crates, ready for shipment. It was a machine of corruption—until the lights went out.
The compound fell into darkness.
Panic spread.
Guard: "Who turned off the power?!"
Radio static. No response.
Then the first guard dropped.
A silent takedown. Then another. And another. The shadows moved, but no one could see the killer.
MRD was here.
Screams echoed through the jungle. Bodies hit the ground before anyone knew what was happening. A sniper tried to line up a shot—but before he could fire, MRD was behind him, snapping his neck.
Within minutes, the compound was chaos.
Guards ran, firing blindly.
But MRD was untouchable.
Inside the main compound, Diego Salazar, the cartel king, sat in his luxury suite. His guards surrounded him, shaking with fear.
Diego: "Relax. No one can touch me."
The doors exploded open.
MRD stepped inside. His golden eyes burned through the darkness.
Diego stumbled backward: "W-wait! We can talk!"
MRD: "There are no deals with me."
Morning. The first images appeared online.
Diego Salazar—one of the most feared drug lords—was still alive.
But he was no longer in control.
He was chained to the entrance of his own cartel headquarters.
His hands were bound. His power was stripped away.
Above him, a banner read:
"I AM COMING FOR ALL OF YOU."
Governments, mafia bosses, terrorist leaders—all saw it.
But instead of fear, they mocked Diego.
"He was weak. That won't happen to us."
"He got caught because he was stupid."
"We are stronger. MRD can't touch us."
They were still arrogant. Still blind.
But their turn was coming.
MRD landed back on the hidden island.
His brothers met him at the helipad, watching him step out.
Malik: "So, the legend continues."
Mirshad: "One down. Many more to go."
Sophia: "What's next?"
mirshad glanced at Sirius.
"Show me the next target."
The holographic map lit up.
A new name. A new location. Another hunt begins.
The hunt has only just begun.