8.City of Hunters

Episode 15 – City of Hunters

A dark alley in the city.

Vincent and Feynman ran through the rain-slick streets.Their footsteps echoed on wet asphalt, chased by the crackle of radios and the rhythm of pursuit.

"Team Beta, seal the west exit. Team Delta, cover the rear. Target is to be captured alive!"

Feynman gasped between breaths.

"This is bad, isn't it?! We're seriously screwed!"

Vincent scanned the surroundings.

Three exits:

Straight ahead – waiting vehicles. 90% chance of getting shot.

To the right – subway entrance, but crawling with CCTV.

To the left – abandoned building. 100% chance of combat.

"Left."

No hesitation.

Feynman cursed as he followed.

"That means we have to fight!"

"That's the point,"Vincent said, flatly."I'm buying you time."

They burst into the abandoned building.

Darkness swallowed them.Broken walls. Rusted steel beams.No light, only breath and tension.

Vincent quickly assessed the layout, eyes on the entrance.

"They'll be here in 30 seconds."

Feynman opened his laptop, fingers dancing across keys.

"Then I've got 30 seconds to kill the power."

Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"You can hack this place?"

Feynman smirked.

"I can hack anything."

Just then—

Agents stormed the building.

"Two suspects inside. Keep lights on. Visual confirmation necessary!"

The hunt had begun.

Vincent moved fast.

His strategy was simple:Strike before they adapt.

He melted into the shadows.

As the first agent crept past a wall—

Thud.

An elbow to the throat.

Before the man could gasp, Vincent snatched his pistol and attached a silencer.

"One."

More agents spotted him.Guns raised.

RAT-TAT-TAT!

Bullets punched through walls.

Vincent dropped low—fired twice.

First shot—tore through a leg.Second—straight through a chest behind cover.

"Two."

Feynman called out.

"Lights out in 5… 4… 3…"

Darkness.

All lights died.The building was swallowed whole.

"Get lights back! Use flashlights!"

Agents fumbled.

That's exactly what Vincent wanted.

He became the dark.

Left— a neck snapped.Right— a blade across the throat.

One by one, they fell.

From behind, Feynman muttered:

"This guy… He's a damn monster."

The last agent, terrified, shouted:

"Fight fair, you bastard!"

Vincent chuckled.

"Fair?"

He kicked a dropped pistol—CRACK.Right into the agent's head.

"That's for amateurs."

Outside, SUVs pulled in.

More agents swarmed.

Vincent turned to Feynman.

"Time to go."

Feynman nodded, closing his laptop.

"Sure. But where?"

Vincent pulled out the forged ID.

"To our next destination."

He looked toward a government facility in the distance.

"Now… it's my turn to break in."

Episode 16 – Infiltration

Harrison City Government Complex.A fortress amidst a city of crime and corruption.

But tonight, one man intended to breach it.

Vincent walked calmly toward the front gate.Metal detectors. Biometric scanners.Security was tight.

A guard eyed him.

"Something feels off…"

Just as he moved to alert someone—

Beep.A monitor showed Vincent exiting from the elevator—on the opposite side of the building.

"What the…? Isn't that him over there?!"

Confusion spread.

That was the plan.

Feynman's voice echoed in Vincent's earpiece:

"Metal detectors? Please.Also, right now… you're in three places at once."

Vincent smiled.

"Nice work. Let's get started."

He moved through the halls without resistance.Cameras couldn't track him.Security was scrambling.

But Vincent knew—If it was this easy to get in, it meant they wanted him inside.

"No telling what's waiting for me in here."

Suddenly—A security agent raised his weapon.

BANG!

Vincent ducked behind cover, bullet narrowly missing.

"They knew. They were ready for me."

Lockdown.

"Security breach detected. All exits sealed."

Feynman cursed through the comms.

"Damn it! These guys aren't playing. I thought you'd just waltz in!"

Vincent exhaled.

"Wouldn't be fun otherwise."

Agents began tactical sweeps—tight formation, coordinated movement.

Then—

BOOM.

Power cut.

"Thanks, Feynman."

Sprinklers activated.

SSSSHHHHHH—

Water poured.Floors slicked. Vision blurred.

Feynman grinned:

"Poor visibility helps who again?"

Vincent smiled.

"Me."

He moved like a ghost.Scanned enemy loadouts.

One agent tried to use a flashlight—

THUD.Vincent's fist to the jaw.

Gun snatched. Silencer attached.

Pop.Another agent—kneecap shot.

"Two."

Comms crackled.

"Damn it! He's picking us off one by one!"

Feynman went further.

He hacked their radio feed:

"All units, regroup on floor 3. Target sighted."

Agents rushed away.Vincent headed to floor 5.

"Redirecting their paths… nice."

Feynman chuckled.

"I don't just fight with data."

Vincent reached the target corridor.

But then—A man blocked the hallway.

Not an ordinary agent.

His eyes were sharp.His stance, military.A custom pistol in hand.

"We lured you in, but I didn't expect you to come this far."

Vincent raised his weapon.

"Likewise."

The man smirked.

"Robert Kane.Nice to finally meet the infamous Vincent Kang."