Across the globe, high-ranking criminals, warlords, and syndicate leaders sat in their private fortresses, watching the footage of Diego Salazar—broken, humiliated, left as a message.
But instead of fear, they remained arrogant.
"MRD got lucky."
"He won't reach us."
"We are untouchable."
Some strengthened their defenses. Others continued business as usual.
They still didn't understand.
They still didn't believe in the monster that was hunting them.
But tonight… that would change.
Sirius showed the holographic map. A red marker blinked in Eastern Europe.
Sirius: "The Iron Fangs Syndicate. Weapons smuggling, contract killings, and human trafficking. Their leader, Ivan Petrov, is a former military officer. Ruthless, well-connected, and protected by a private army."
Rayyan leaned forward. "This isn't like Diego's cartel. These guys are war-ready."
Malik smirked. "Then we'll send them straight to hell."
Mirshad's golden eyes flickered. "We don't attack like last time. This one… we dismantle piece by piece."
Sophia crossed her arms. "You're taking your time?"
Mirshad smirked. "Fear is stronger when it spreads slowly."
Jabir nodded. "Hit them where it hurts first."
Baba placed a firm hand on Mirshad's shoulder. "Make sure they remember why they should fear the dark."
Mirshad: "They will."
The mission was set.
MRD didn't go for Ivan Petrov first. That would be too easy.
Instead, he attacked his foundation—his operations, his money, his influence.
Target 1: The Weapons Shipment – Germany Port
A convoy of armored trucks carried millions in illegal weapons.
MRD intercepted it, moving like a shadow through the night.
Guards fell before they even saw him.
Within minutes, the entire shipment was gone—seized, burned, erased.
The underworld started whispering.
"MRD is moving again."
Hundreds of kidnapped victims were being held, awaiting sale to the highest bidders.
MRD stormed the underground facility, taking down guards with precision.
He freed the captives, but left one final message for Petrov.
The last surviving guard was tied to a chair, a camera in front of him.
MRD's voice echoed through the live broadcast.
"Ivan Petrov. I'm watching. I'm coming."
The world saw the message. The crime world panicked.
For the first time, a crime boss didn't run.
Ivan Petrov stood his ground.
Ivan Petrov: "You think you're the devil, MRD? I've killed devils before."
MRD smirked. "Then let's see if you survive this one."
The fight was brutal. Ivan Petrov wasn't just a crime boss—he was a warrior.
His strikes were fast, calculated. His body, a weapon of its own.
But MRD… was unstoppable.
Every move Petrov made, MRD countered.
Every hit Petrov landed, MRD took without flinching.
Then… the final blow.
MRD lifted Petrov by the throat.
MRD whispered: "You were strong. But not strong enough."
With one devastating punch, Ivan Petrov collapsed.
Morning. The second image appears online.
Ivan Petrov—once a feared warlord—now tied to a monument in his own city, battered and unconscious.
Above him, another message:
"YOU ARE NEXT."
The criminal world stops laughing.
They begin to realize… MRD is not just a problem. He is their nightmare.
But still… they don't unite. Not yet.
They still think they can hide.
They still think MRD won't reach them.
But MRD isn't stopping. The hunt has just begun.
Mirshad lands back on the hidden island. His brothers, Sophia, and Baba are waiting.
Rayyan: "Another one down."
Mirshad: "Many more to go."
Sophia: "Where next?"
Mirshad: "We keep cutting off the heads."
Sirius pulls up the next target. Another name. Another hunt.
The legend grows. The war continues.