Güneş's face twisted with raw, ugly rage. The confident, calculated distributor who had been calmly negotiating deals just minutes earlier had completely disappeared. In his place stood a cornered man whose pride had been brutally wounded.
"You son of a bitch," he spat, voice dripping with venom. "You dare walk into my warehouse and threaten me like some big shot?" His hand jerked downward, yanking a black pistol from his waistband. "Kill them! Kill every last one of these bastards! No one leaves this warehouse alive!"
The command acted like gasoline on fire.
Twenty armed men burst out from the shadows between the tall stacks of pallets and shipping containers, shouting wildly as they opened fire. The quiet tension that had filled the vast space shattered in an instant. Gunshots roared like thunder, muzzle flashes lighting up the darkness in rapid, violent bursts. The air instantly grew thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic scent of fear.
Emrah stood at the center of the storm, eyes cold as steel. So this is how you choose to answer.
He activated his precognition ability and for a brief moment he saw all future outcomes, now The world around him felt as predictable as his own breath. Bullets hung suspended in the air like deadly, frozen hornets. He took a calm step to the side, avoiding a deadly cluster aimed at his chest and head, then stroke back at the enemy.
The bullets slammed into the concrete wall and wooden crates behind him, sending chunks of debris and clouds of dust exploding outward.
Yusuf and Aslan didn't wait for orders. They raised their weapons and returned fire with the cold, professional precision of veterans. Their shots found their marks quickly, two of Güneş's men dropped instantly, bodies hitting the dusty floor with heavy, final thuds.
Efsane let out a wild, almost ecstatic laugh that somehow cut through the deafening gunfire. Her blood blades surged outward from her forearms, extending into long, flexible crimson whips that glistened under the flickering overhead lights. Without a shred of hesitation, she charged straight into the heart of the enemy group like a beautiful storm of death.
A burly man tried to shoot her at point-blank range. Efsane spun with terrifying grace, one blade slicing clean through his arm at the elbow. The severed limb flew through the air as the man screamed in horror. Before he could even draw another breath, her second blade whipped around and tore open his throat. Blood sprayed across her face and clothes, but she only grinned wider, eyes shining with adrenaline. She flowed between three more attackers, her blades dancing in vicious, lethal arcs, cutting tendons, opening stomachs, and severing necks with horrifying efficiency.
Efsun, fighting right beside her, was the complete opposite. While her companion was loud and chaotic, Efsun was silent, cold, and terrifyingly clinical. She didn't charge recklessly. She hunted. Every movement was calculated. A gunman trying to aim at Aslan's exposed back suddenly found a throwing knife buried deep in his eye socket. Another who attempted to flank Emrah never even saw her coming. Efsun appeared behind him like a ghost, pressed a blade to his throat, and ended his life with one merciless stroke before vanishing back into the chaos.
Emrah moved through the violence with focused intensity. He occasionally froze time for a split second using his Infinity watch to reposition himself or redirect bullets that came too close for comfort. But his real attention remained locked on the two men desperately trying to escape in the background.
Adem and Güneş were running for their lives.
Adem clutched one of the heavy duffel bags of cash tightly against his chest, his face pale with panic and disbelief. The same man who had once shared casual conversations and lukewarm coffee with him in university hallways was now fleeing like a coward. The betrayal sat like a block of ice in Emrah's stomach.
Güneş sprinted desperately toward the rear emergency exit, phone pressed hard against his ear as he screamed for backup that would never arrive in time.
Emrah took a powerful step forward, his voice cutting through the chaos like a sharpened blade, loud and clear enough for both men to hear:
"Adem… Güneş…"
The words carried an unnatural weight, freezing both men for a fraction of a second even amid the gunfire.
"Run as far as you want. Hide in whatever hole you can find. Change your names. Change your faces. Burn every bridge behind you. It doesn't matter."
He paused, his eyes burning with absolute, terrifying certainty.
"There is nowhere in this universe where you can hide from Emre Aybeyli. I will find you. Both of you. No matter where you go… no matter how long it takes… I will be there."
The promise landed like a death sentence spoken in the calmest voice imaginable. Adem stumbled mid-step, glancing back with visible terror in his eyes. Even Güneş faltered for a moment before continuing his desperate sprint toward the exit.
Emrah was about to give chase when the piercing wail of police sirens tore through the night like a warning from hell itself.
"Drop your weapons! This is the police! Surrender immediately or we will open fire!"
Red and blue lights began flashing violently through the dirty high windows, painting the entire warehouse in strobing colors. The sound of dozens of tactical boots rushing toward the entrances grew louder with every passing second.
"Shit!" Yusuf growled, executing another attacker with two quick shots to the chest.
Aslan remained deathly calm, putting down the last few standing men with precise headshots. One by one, Güneş's forces fell until the warehouse suddenly fell into a strange, heavy silence. Smoke drifted lazily through the air. The only sounds left were the groans of the wounded and the relentless approach of the sirens.
Emrah clenched his jaw. They couldn't afford to be captured here. Not tonight.
He raised his hand. A dark, circular rift tore open in the air before him — his Pocket Domain shimmering with unstable energy.
"Everyone inside! Now!"
Yusuf dove through first, followed immediately by Aslan. Efsane and Efsun leapt in right after. The moment they were all inside, Emrah moved to follow.
Then a blinding white beam tore through the warehouse ceiling without the slightest warning. There was no sound. No heat. Just pure, overwhelming light that swallowed everything in its path.
The beam struck Emrah dead center. For a fraction of a second, his entire body burned with brilliant white intensity. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished.
Emrah was gone.
The Pocket Domain snapped shut instantly, collapsing in on itself and leaving only empty air behind.
Minutes later, the tactical police team stormed into the warehouse, weapons raised and hearts pounding.
They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them.
Around twenty of Güneş's men lay scattered across the blood-soaked floor, some dead, others moaning in pain. Shell casings glittered everywhere like metallic rain. The heavy smell of blood and gunpowder still hung thick in the air.
But there was no one else.
One senior officer slowly lowered his rifle, staring in disbelief. He raised his radio with a shaky hand.
"Command… this is Alpha Team. The warehouse is secure. We have approximately twenty hostiles down… but the primary targets have completely vanished. There's no one else here. I repeat — the main suspects are gone."
Back at the Intelligence Headquarters, The Director sat motionless. His fingers slowly tightened into fists as he listened to the report.
"Impossible…" he whispered, his voice low and filled with worry.
His eyes burned with a toxic mix of greed, frustration, and genuine fear as he stared at the last frozen image of Emrah on the monitor.
"Find them," he ordered "Whatever it takes. I want every single one of them brought in alive."