CHAPTER ONE: THE BLOOD OATH

Gunfire roared through the dimly lit corridors of the underground facility, the air thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder. Bodies hit the floor as Victor Logan moved with deadly precision, his silencer spitting death in calculated bursts.

A masked guard lunged at him from the side, but Logan anticipated it. With a swift pivot, he drove his elbow into the man's throat before snapping his wrist upward, firing a bullet clean through his skull. The guard slumped lifelessly.

Victor Logan was no ordinary hitman. He was the best. And tonight, he had one target - The Magnifier, a ruthless drug lord who had built an empire on the bones of his enemies.

But five hours ago, he was just a brother.

Five Hours Earlier

A warm afternoon breeze drifted through the upscale restaurant as Victor sat across from his younger sister, Naomi. She was all smiles, a contrast to his usual cold demeanor. The clinking of cutlery against plates filled the air as they shared a meal.

"You've been spacing out, Vic," Naomi teased, sipping her drink. "You're timing yourself again, aren't you?"

Logan smirked, adjusting the sleeve of his tailored suit to glance at his expensive watch. "Force of habit."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "You always act like you're on a schedule. Can't you just enjoy lunch without checking the time like it's a mission?"

Logan leaned back, taking a slow breath. If only she knew. "I like to be punctual," he said simply.

She shook her head but grinned. "Well, in that case, you better be punctual when I graduate. You are coming, right?"

His face softened. "Wouldn't miss it."

After paying for their meal, Logan drove Naomi and her friends back to campus in his sleek black Aston Martin. The car purred like a beast, drawing envious glances as he pulled up at the school gates. Naomi hopped out, giving him a playful salute before disappearing with her friends.

He watched her go, a rare flicker of warmth in his cold world. Then, with a deep breath, he turned the key in the ignition.

It was time for work.

The Hit

At exactly 8 PM, Logan strode into the Crimson Viper Club, the heart of Magnifier's operations. The neon lights flickered as bass-heavy music pounded through the building. He adjusted his grip on the briefcase in his right hand, blending in seamlessly with the crowd.

He ordered a drink at the bar, scanning the area. A hallway near the kitchen led to the back rooms - Magnifier's den.

Taking a slow sip of whiskey, Logan made his move.

The moment he stepped into the kitchen, a bulky guard blocked his way. "Hey! Where the hell do you think you're-"

Logan struck. A quick jab to the throat followed by a brutal knee to the ribs. The guard gasped for air, but Logan didn't give him a chance. He slammed the man's head against the stainless-steel counter, sending him sprawling unconscious.

Without hesitation, Logan retrieved his silenced pistol, his expression devoid of emotion.

The hunt had begun.

Gunfire erupted as he tore through the corridors, executing guards with deadly precision. Every shot counted. Every movement was calculated. The facility was a maze, but he knew the path. The magnifier was at the top.

Finally, he burst into the drug lord's private suite. The man stood there, unimpressed, a lit cigar dangling from his fingers. He was a tall, broad figure in an expensive white suit, his face lined with years of ruthless decisions.

"You move fast," Magnifier said, exhaling a plume of smoke. "You shouldn't be here in the first place. Your client's the actual villain, he's just envying my success that's why he sent you to assassinate me."

Logan narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Magnifier chuckled, tossing a small USB drive onto the desk between them. "Everything you need to know... is in there."

Logan hesitated for only a fraction of a second enough for Magnifier to lunge.

The room exploded into a brutal hand-to-hand fight.

Magnifier was strong, but Logan was faster. They traded blows, the sound of fists colliding with flesh echoing through the office. A knife flashed in Magnifier's grip, slicing Logan's arm. He gritted his teeth, countering with a powerful strike to the man's ribs.

Magnifier staggered.

Logan capitalized, driving a final bullet into his chest.

As Magnifier gasped for air, his lips curled into a weak smile. "You're dead, Logan. You just don't know it yet...

With those final words, he collapsed.

Logan retrieved the USB drive, shoving it into his pocket before making his exit.

He had no idea his world was about to crumble.

Later that night he switched on his TV and the incident at Crimson Viper Club, was already on the news, and a reporter at the scene reads out reports. "This is some kind of gang fight or precisely an assassination."

He then went into his room and took a shower, and after that, he put on a towel robe and moved to his kitchen to prepare a delicious Italian dish, after having a good dinner he went straight to his system and inserted the flash drive into the computer, a well detailed recorded video played on the screen showing Dorian Kane as he tortures and execute some government officials. And now he knew who was behind the killings in the white house which happened the previous year.

Back at Kane's lair.

The room was filled with bodyguards dressed in suits, Kane sat on his throne with ladies all trooping on both sides. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Logan's number. "You shouldn't have gone through the files, you just made a big mistake and I wouldn't watch you live to tell the world of my deeds." He then dropped the call. Kane was no straight man in his doings, he had set someone up to watch Victor's movements.

The next day, Victor was seen riding in one of his big exotic cars when his Naomi's call came flashing she seems to talk to Victor about their weekend reunion. And as he processeds to pick the call a truck crashed into his car, disrupting everything and making him blackout.