Rain attacked the city like bullets from the sky.
Cold.
Violent.
Endless.
The armored prison convoy moved through the empty midnight highway under flashing red and blue lights.
Three black military vehicles.
Two police SUVs.
One armored transport truck in the center.
Inside that truck…
Arman Khan sat silently in chains.
Hands cuffed.
Ankle restraints locked.
Two armed officers watched him carefully from both sides.
Nobody spoke.
Only the sound of rain hitting metal.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Like a countdown toward something terrible.
Arman slowly lifted his eyes toward the small reinforced window.
The city lights blurred behind the storm.
Beautiful.
Lonely.
Dying.
Across from him, one officer tightened his grip on the rifle.
He looked nervous.
Sweating.
Because even handcuffed…
Hidden SEO still felt dangerous.
The officer finally spoke.
"You really destroyed half the country's cyber network alone?"
Silence.
Arman didn't answer.
The officer smirked nervously.
"You don't look special."
That made Arman smile faintly.
A tired smile.
"The most dangerous systems," he whispered quietly, "always look normal before they collapse."
The officer's expression changed slightly.
Before he could respond—
Arman suddenly tilted his head.
Listening.
Something.
Very far away.
A sound hidden beneath the rain.
His eyes slowly darkened.
There it is.
The convoy commander's radio suddenly crackled.
"Control to Convoy Seven." "Status update."
The driver answered immediately.
"Route clear. Estimated arrival twelve minutes."
Static.
Then silence again.
But Arman's smile slowly faded.
Twelve minutes.
Too early.
Which meant…
They were already in position.
Outside—
The convoy entered an abandoned industrial district.
Dead factories.
Broken streetlights.
Empty roads covered in rainwater.
No civilians.
No traffic.
No witnesses.
Exactly the kind of place where governments buried secrets.
Inside the transport truck, another officer leaned closer toward Arman.
"You know what happens after tonight?"
Still silence.
"You disappear."
The officer smiled coldly.
"No trial. No media. Nothing."
Arman finally looked at him.
Calm.
Unreadable.
"And you believe that makes you safe?"
The officer frowned.
"What?"
Arman leaned back slowly against the metal wall.
"People like Orion always remove witnesses eventually."
For a second…
Fear flashed inside the officer's eyes.
Because Arman sounded too certain.
Too calm.
As if he already knew something they didn't.
Meanwhile—
Miles away—
Maya sat inside her apartment surrounded by darkness.
Rainwater rolled down the glass windows beside her.
The television screen glowed across her exhausted face.
News channels repeated the same headline again and again.
"HIDDEN SEO CAPTURED."
"THE MOST DANGEROUS CYBER CRIMINAL IN MODERN HISTORY."
Every time they showed Arman in handcuffs…
Her chest hurt.
Because none of them knew the truth.
None of them saw the man behind the monster.
Her phone vibrated suddenly.
Unknown number.
Maya hesitated before answering.
"…Hello?"
Static.
Then a distorted voice whispered:
"If you want Arman alive…"
Maya froze instantly.
"…what?"
"Leave your apartment now."
The call disconnected.
Her heartbeat exploded.
Fear.
Confusion.
Suspicion.
But something felt worse than all of them.
Urgency.
Maya immediately grabbed her jacket and rushed outside into the storm.
Back inside the convoy—
The industrial district became darker.
More isolated.
Then suddenly—
The lead SUV slowed down.
The commander's voice echoed through radio communication.
"Everyone stay alert."
Arman quietly closed his eyes.
And counted.
Three.
Two.
One.
BOOM!
The night exploded.
A massive fireball erupted beneath the lead vehicle.
Metal ripped apart violently.
Glass shattered across the rain-soaked road.
The convoy swerved instantly.
Officers screamed.
Gunfire erupted everywhere.
The armored truck shook violently as another explosion hit nearby.
BANG!
The transport vehicle crashed sideways into a concrete barrier.
Inside—
Officers slammed against metal walls.
One guard's neck snapped instantly.
Blood splashed across the floor.
Sirens screamed.
Smoke filled the truck.
And in the middle of the chaos…
Arman smiled.
Not happily.
Not crazily.
Calmly.
Like a man finally watching the beginning of something inevitable.
Outside—
Masked gunmen emerged from abandoned buildings carrying military rifles.
Professional movement.
Coordinated.
Fast.
Not ordinary criminals.
These men were trained.
Bullets tore through police vehicles.
Officers fell into rainwater screaming.
The convoy commander shouted through radio:
"AMBUSH!" "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
But no backup answered.
Because someone had already jammed the communications.
Inside the overturned transport truck, the surviving officer aimed his rifle shakily at Arman.
"You—" "You planned this!"
Arman slowly looked up.
Blood trickled from a cut near his eyebrow.
But his expression remained terrifyingly calm.
"You still think this attack is about saving me?"
Gunfire thundered outside.
The officer screamed into the radio again.
No response.
Fear completely consumed his face now.
Arman watched him quietly.
Then whispered:
"Broken people don't fear pain anymore." "They fear becoming powerless."
Suddenly—
The rear doors of the transport truck exploded open.
Smoke flooded inside.
Laser sights appeared instantly.
Masked soldiers entered rapidly.
Black tactical uniforms.
No insignias.
No identities.
Only one symbol painted on their shoulders.
ORION.
The officer raised his rifle—
BANG!
A single suppressed shot pierced his forehead.
His body collapsed beside Arman.
Dead.
The soldiers approached slowly.
One of them removed his mask.
A familiar face.
Kabir.
Rainwater dripped down his jaw as he stared silently at Arman.
Neither man spoke immediately.
Years of friendship.
Betrayal.
Pain.
All trapped inside one moment.
Finally—
Kabir pulled out a key and unlocked Arman's handcuffs.
Click.
Freedom.
But Arman didn't move.
Didn't attack.
Didn't react.
He simply stared at Kabir with emotionless eyes.
Kabir's voice became heavy.
"You shouldn't have surrendered."
Arman rubbed his wrists slowly.
"I didn't surrender." "I entered."
Kabir looked away.
Because deep inside…
He knew exactly what that meant.
This arrest.
This convoy.
This entire operation.
Planned.
Not by Orion.
By Arman himself.
Kabir spoke quietly.
"You're insane."
"No," Arman replied calmly. "I'm desperate."
Thunder shook the sky above them.
Another explosion echoed nearby.
Police officers continued dying outside in the rain.
Kabir looked disturbed now.
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
That made Arman finally focus completely on him.
"What changed?"
Kabir hesitated.
And that hesitation alone was enough.
Arman understood instantly.
Someone higher than Kabir had interfered.
Someone dangerous.
Someone inside Orion.
Kabir stepped closer urgently.
"You need to leave now." "They're coming."
"Who?"
Kabir looked terrified for the first time.
"The internal division."
Even Arman's expression darkened slightly hearing those words.
Because Orion's Internal Division wasn't security.
It was execution.
The people who erased failed operatives.
The people even Orion feared.
Suddenly—
A sniper bullet pierced through the truck wall.
BANG!
One Orion soldier's head exploded beside them.
Blood sprayed across the metal ceiling.
"MOVE!" Kabir shouted.
Chaos erupted instantly.
More bullets tore through the convoy from distant rooftops.
But these shots were different.
Precise.
Professional.
Predatory.
Arman immediately grabbed the dead officer's handgun and rolled behind cover.
Another sniper shot shattered the steel beside his head.
Kabir cursed under his breath.
"They found us too fast…"
Arman's eyes narrowed.
No.
Not too fast.
Exactly on time.
Which meant only one thing.
There was another tracker.
Inside Orion.
Kabir suddenly grabbed Arman's shoulder.
"There's a tunnel beneath Factory Twelve." "It leads outside the district."
Arman stared at him carefully.
"Why are you helping me?"
Kabir looked broken.
Exhausted.
"Because four years ago…" "You saved my life."
Silence.
Rain hammered the destroyed convoy outside.
Kabir's voice became weaker.
"And because Maya was right." "You're not the villain they created."
For the first time in a long while…
Something human flickered inside Arman's eyes.
Pain.
Regret.
Hope.
The emotions he spent years trying to kill.
Then—
Another explosion rocked the street.
The Internal Division had arrived.
Black armored vehicles surrounded the district from both sides.
No sirens.
No warning.
Just death.
Their soldiers stepped out wearing full black combat armor with mirrored helmets.
Emotionless.
Mechanical.
Like executioners.
One of them spoke through external speakers:
"Priority Order." "Eliminate Hidden SEO." "No survivors."
Kabir's face turned pale.
"They're going to kill everyone here."
Arman slowly stood up.
Rainwater touched his face as he stepped outside the destroyed transport truck.
Bodies everywhere.
Burning vehicles.
Smoke rising toward the dark sky.
The entire road looked like a warzone.
And standing in the middle of it…
Arman looked terrifyingly calm.
Because suddenly…
Everything made sense.
The arrest.
The convoy route.
The isolated district.
The media attention.
It wasn't a transfer.
It was an execution disguised as transport.
Orion never planned to imprison him.
They planned to erase him permanently.
A slow smile appeared on Arman's face again.
Dangerous this time.
Because Orion had finally made one fatal mistake.
They showed him their hand.
Kabir grabbed his arm desperately.
"We have to go!"
But Arman didn't move.
Instead…
He stared directly at the black armored vehicles approaching through the rain.
Then quietly whispered:
"Some wounds create monsters." "Some create legends."
Kabir suddenly realized something horrifying.
Arman wasn't scared anymore.
He was evolving.
The lonely broken man inside him was disappearing again.
And Hidden SEO…
The real Hidden SEO…
Was returning.
Meanwhile—
Across the city—
Maya arrived at the abandoned metro station mentioned in the mysterious call.
Completely empty.
Only flickering lights above wet concrete floors.
Her breathing became heavier.
"Hello?!"
No answer.
Then suddenly—
A hidden projector turned on across the station wall.
A video file started playing.
Maya froze instantly.
It was Arman.
Recorded earlier.
His face looked tired.
But calm.
As if he knew this moment would happen.
The video Arman spoke softly:
"If you're watching this…" "It means Orion finally moved."
Maya's eyes filled with tears immediately.
"Arman…"
"You probably hate me right now."
He smiled weakly on screen.
"But trust me." "This was the only way."
The screen suddenly changed.
Files.
Photos.
Government documents.
Human experiments.
Dead children.
Secret Orion facilities.
Maya's blood turned cold.
Then one final file appeared.
PROJECT ASHES.
STATUS: SUBJECT 002 — ACTIVE.
Maya frowned in confusion.
Subject 002?
Suddenly—
The recorded Arman looked directly into the camera.
And whispered something that completely shattered her reality.
"You always asked who created Hidden SEO."
Silence.
Then slowly—
Arman said:
"It was never me."
The metro station became terrifyingly quiet.
Rain echoed faintly outside.
And Maya stared at the screen in horror as the final image appeared.
A photograph.
Old.
Blurred.
Two teenage boys standing beside each other.
One was Arman.
And the other…
Looked exactly like him.