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Born into chaos and raised by the streets, Celin never knew peace — only revenge. After escaping a high-security prison, he sets out to destroy the syndicate that killed his family. But every step forward is haunted by betrayal, brotherhood, and blood. In a world where trust is a luxury and bullets speak louder than words, will Celin rise as a legend… or fall as just another lost soul?

Celin the Gangster

The night in San Track City was colder than usual.

Inside a dark warehouse lit only by flickering screens, Kelin stood in silence—staring at the message glowing on his device:

"24 hours or Celin dies. I don't bluff. – Commander Kate"

"He really wants war," he muttered.

The Strategy Begins

Kelin turned to his inner circle—his most trusted:

Bytefire, the hacker learner still mastering the art, but smart enough to handle city-wide surveillance.

Lazer Eyes, Kelin's loyal sniper, calm under pressure with eyes sharper than steel.

Ghost Rider, the best underground driver in the entire south zone. A wheel wizard. Real name: Zade Kross.

"We move now," Kelin said. "One mistake, and Celin is gone."

Bytefire would stay hidden at the Green Bender hideout, tapped into San-Jamb's camera grid, hacking every traffic feed, surveillance pole, and security node.

"Your job is to track Commander Drax," Kelin told him.

"Once we know where he hides, we close in."

Bytefire nodded, fingers already dancing across keyboards.

Lazer Eyes, the sniper, climbed into a matte black van modified for war, with bulletproof glass and a rotating sniper pod. He would be the eye in the sky, following Kelin's every step.

And Zade Kross, the mad driver, would steer them through the city streets like shadows in motion.

"No cop, no Ballas, no drone sees us, Zade," Kelin said.

"I could drive through hell and make it out with the tires clean."

Bytefire's voice came through the radio:

"All San-Jamb cameras are yours. No sign of Drax yet, but I'm searching the industrial zones."

Zade hit the gas, drifting them onto the main expressway under cover of night.

Kelin sat in the back, loading his pistol, checking his blade, and strapping his vest.

"We only have 24 hours," he whispered.

"If we don't end this tonight, Celin dies tomorrow."

A Race Against Time

On the screen beside him, a digital clock started ticking:

Drax wasn't alone tonight.

And Kate had already sent a trap.

To Be Continued…

The 24-Hour Countdown