March 2010 — GDA Underground
It all started with a miscalculation.
In the depths of the Global Defense Agency's experimental facility — Sub-Level Z8 — an unidentified energy spike pierced the shielding of the cryogenic modules. In under ten seconds, the containment fields vibrated. By twelve, two tanks ruptured. By fifteen... chaos.
Fifteen specimens.
Creatures born from the merging of genetic engineering, cosmic radiation, and dimensional resonance. None were alike. Some resembled rodents, others crustaceans, and others… not even the scientists had words. Constantly mutating bodies, oscillating matter, rudimentary intelligence tethered to instinct.
Thirteen escaped.
The GDA activated emergency protocols. Iron gates sealed entire sections of the complex, elevators were disabled, and armed drones patrolled the surface to contain dispersion.
Within 40 minutes, 10 creatures were neutralized.
But three managed to escape completely.
And one of them… decided to go up.
Washington Industrial Zone — 11:37 PM
Flickering lights. Distant sirens. Tense silence.
Inside a synthetic resin factory, the night shift was about to begin when the lights failed. The hum of generators died. And then… something slithered through the ventilation ducts.
The creature emerged like a viscous blur.
About the size of a large dog, with six legs, translucent carapace, multiple eyes spinning in different directions, and double mandibles opening like a flower of flesh and bone. It didn't walk — it slid. And at the slightest hint of light, it launched forward at anything that moved.
In seconds, two workers were unconscious. A third had his arm torn before the creature fled into the underground piping.
That's when the Guardians arrived.
Factory Entrance — 11:52 PM
A red streak tore across the sky.
Red Rush landed by the partially destroyed entrance, adjusting his visor.
"Location?"
A GDA agent pointed inside the complex.
"Last thermal read, central corridor. But it's unstable. It appears and disappears in different places. Like it—"
Before he could finish, the concrete wall behind him exploded.
The creature leapt from the hole with a deafening screech. Red Rush barely had time to yank the agent out of the way — and was already sprinting again.
Within half a second, he'd crossed twelve corridors, mapped the structure, and returned to the creature's position. He threw a stray sledgehammer directly at its head, staggering it with the impact.
But it didn't fall.
War Woman descended like a comet.
Her massive hammer landed with a metallic roar, crushing part of the factory's ceiling structure. The creature dodged at the last second, slashing War Woman's shoulder before being hurled into a container of flammable chemicals.
Explosion.
The flash lit up half the industrial zone.
Red Rush ran circles around the stunned creature, hurling molten iron scraps at its joints. War Woman spun the hammer once — twice — then hurled it with full force into the creature's chest, piercing its exoskeleton and impaling it against a pile of rebar.
It still twitched.
"You don't die easy, do you?" War Woman growled.
Red Rush appeared beside her, panting.
"It's like... a soggy tank. I need a minute."
"You had ten."
"I was... processing the plan."
War Woman pulled the hammer back with a clang. The creature tried to crawl away, but Red Rush placed both feet on its mandibles, pinning it down. Another blow. Then another. Finally, War Woman drove the weapon into the creature's deformed skull.
The body stopped.
Viscous black blood oozed onto the floor.
They looked at each other for a moment.
"How many left?" Red Rush asked.
War Woman looked up at the pale-faced GDA agent.
"Three. These... three vanished completely."
Red Rush sighed.
"Great. Monster hunt, version 3.0."
War Woman spun the hammer and rested it on her shoulder.
"Let's hunt."
The Next Day — Grayson Residence
The TV in the living room was tuned to the morning news, broadcasting aerial footage of the destroyed industrial zone. Columns of smoke still rose from the wreckage. The anchorwoman spoke in a rehearsed tone balanced between professionalism and alarm:
"...authorities have confirmed that last night's incident involved a genetically unstable creature. One of fifteen that escaped from an underground laboratory. The site, which sources claim belongs to the GDA, has not been officially identified."
Debbie poured herself a cup of coffee, trying not to spill as she kept an eye on the screen. Mark shoved toast into his mouth, eyes wide as he watched the scene.
"This looks like a movie," he muttered. "Look at the size of that explosion..."
Kai sat at the table, elbow resting on the surface, eating in silence. His eyes were half-closed. His expression wasn't surprise — more like confirmation.
This world is a mess, Kai murmured under his breath, only for himself.
"Red Rush and War Woman arrived in time to prevent further casualties, though three workers remain in critical condition. The creature was destroyed, but three others are still missing..."
"Those things are loose in the city?" Mark asked, mouth still full.
"Probably exaggerated," Debbie replied, trying to sound calm. "They always dramatize the news."
Kai looked away from the screen. Fair enough. The GDA needed a scapegoat. And if three creatures were really missing... the city wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon.
"In a brief press conference, GDA representatives did not confirm direct involvement, but warned civilians to avoid dense forest zones, abandoned industrial areas, and sewer systems. 'Everything is under control,' said the spokesperson. 'There is no reason to panic.'"
Mark snorted.
"They always say that. 'No reason to panic,' and then the next minute... boom!"
"Don't joke about that, Mark," Debbie warned.
Kai glanced briefly at his brother. He wasn't wrong. But Kai wouldn't say that.
The report cut to a street interview with a supposed witness from the affected area:
"I saw it, I did! Huge thing, it was glowing... with legs! Looked like a lobster crossed with an X-ray!"
"Zero credibility," Mark commented, laughing.
Kai grabbed his juice, took a sip, and got up without saying anything.
"Off to school early?" Debbie asked.
"Want to stop by the library first," he answered.
Mark watched him for a moment. He could tell something else was going on. But Kai always kept that to himself.
Global Defense Agency — Biological Threat Strategy Center
Cecil Stedman stood in front of a 3D screen displaying the thermal traces of the creatures' last known movements.
"Confirmed," said the agent beside him. "Two were neutralized. Three vanished into the sewers. One had a vibration reading in Seattle... but nothing since."
Cecil rubbed his chin, thoughtful.
"These things aren't running out of fear. If they're hiding, it's because they're learning. Adapting."
"Should we activate undercover civilian patrols along transport routes?"
"Not yet," Cecil replied. "But keep the Guardians on standby. If these things show up in school zones or commercial areas... I'm not explaining anything to the press."
He glanced at another screen — the one displaying residual resonance energy.
A familiar pattern.
Blue.
Cecil furrowed his brow. And said nothing.
Late Afternoon — Walking Back from School
The Grayson brothers' backpacks bounced on their shoulders as they walked down the tree-lined sidewalk that connected the school to their neighborhood. The sky was streaked with a dirty orange hue, shadows stretching like lazy arms over cracked asphalt.
Mark was talking about a cartoon he'd watched — something with robots and aliens. Kai just listened, or pretended to. His thoughts were far away — as always.
But then... something broke the monotony.
A wet, distorted sound. Like flesh being dragged across concrete.
Kai stopped. Slowly turned. Mark mimicked the gesture, confused.
Two deformed shapes emerged from across the street. They didn't crawl like animals, nor walk like men. They were somewhere in between. Pale creatures, with exposed bones and asymmetrical claws. They breathed with difficulty, like air itself was wrong for them.
Kai activated the Six Eyes immediately. Everything became clearer. The creatures pulsed with grotesque energy instability. Their cells didn't know what they were. The world didn't know where to place them.
"Run," Kai said, already pushing Mark to the opposite side.
They bolted down the sidewalk, the sound of the creatures growing louder behind them — paws slamming against the ground like organic sledgehammers.
As they ran, Kai felt everything. The wind in his hair. The pulse of the earth. And the strange certainty... that if he died here, he wouldn't feel fear. Just relief... or emptiness.
I wouldn't mind. I'd finally get to rest... But Mark has to survive. He's the one who'll save this world.
At a split in the road, Kai shoved Mark forward and turned right, drawing the creatures with him. He ran toward the abandoned lot where he trained. He knew they'd follow the stronger energy trail.
He knew he had less chance alone… but at least he could use his powers freely. And he'd rather that than see them catch Mark.
Minutes Later — Forgotten Clearing
The creatures burst through the underbrush. Kai was already waiting. Breathless, but focused. He extended his right arm, pulling a nearby metal rod toward him.
He didn't hesitate. He charged.
The first strike hit one of the creatures in the face. The rod bent. The creature staggered, but didn't fall.
The second one lunged from behind. Kai turned just in time to see it coming. And at that moment, he felt it… All the Void energy within him wanted out — just like two years ago at Rock Cliff.
Then came the blue energy from his palm — the distortion violently pulled one of the creatures mid-air, slamming it against a concrete block.
The creature imploded in a mess of broken bones and slime.
But the cost was high.
Kai's eyes lost their blue glow. His vision blurred. The air grew heavy. His body ached as if every cell was screaming for rest.
The second creature roared and leapt. Kai tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond.
He dropped to his knees.
The beast closed in, jaws bared. Claws raised.
Kai closed his eyes.
If I die now, I wouldn't care... But Debbie... Mark... they would. Damn it...
That's when… the world stopped.
Or rather, the space between him and the creature stopped.
Not time. But distance.
The creature tried to reach him — and failed.
As if an invisible veil between them expanded the space into infinite millimeters. It couldn't touch him. Couldn't reach. An untouchable field separated Kai from any harm.
Kai felt it. But didn't understand it.
It was as if the world was saying:
"No one reaches you now."
But he couldn't hold it. He felt drained, like he was being pulled into himself.
The creature backed up to lunge again… when a rock struck its back with a dull thud.
"HEY! UGLY!"
Mark.
From across the street. Shaking. Scared. But there.
Kai tried to yell, but his voice failed him.
The creature turned, snarling, now focused on the new target.
Kai summoned what strength he had left and charged. He leapt and grabbed one of the creature's hind legs tightly.
It turned, roaring, trying to shake him off.
"NO!" Kai shouted, for the first time, with fury.
The creature turned back toward him. Raised a claw to strike.
But there was no blow.
What followed was something else.
A thunderous sound. An impact. A red blur.
The creature flew like a thrown projectile, shredding apart in mid-air like crumpled foil. Bones and fluids splattered across trees, rocks, and lampposts. A grotesque rain.
In the sky, hovering above the ruined ground… Nolan Grayson.
Omni-Man.
His face was darker than Kai remembered. Eyes narrowed. Fists clenched. No words. Just anger.
He landed.
Looked at Kai for a second. Then Mark.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice low, controlled.
Kai didn't answer. Just breathed deeply.
Nolan approached the creature's remains and reduced them to an unrecognizable pulp of flesh and dust with one final blow.
As if to be sure.
As if to leave a warning.
Kai, still gasping, thought only one thing:
He wasn't angry at the creature. He was angry it reached us.
In the Sky — Seconds Later
The sound of wind cutting through air was all that remained as Nolan ascended into the sky with both sons in his arms. Mark was still trembling. Kai simply kept his eyes closed, breathing heavily.
The flight was short, direct. In minutes, they landed in front of the Grayson home.
Debbie ran to the door as soon as she heard the soft impact in the yard. Her eyes widened at the sight of Nolan holding both boys — dirty, scratched, but alive.
"What happened?" she cried, running to them.
Nolan didn't answer right away. He simply handed Mark into her arms, then crouched and did the same with Kai, more gently than usual.
"They're fine," he said, voice low. "An accident. Creatures. Nothing serious now."
Before Debbie could say anything, Nolan was already back in the air — a blur rising into the clouds. He was going after the last creature.
That wasn't a question. It was a certainty.
Moments Later — Living Room
The house felt too small to contain what had just happened. Debbie brought the boys inside, locked the door, drew the curtains.
"Tell me what that was," she said, trying to stay calm, but her voice trembled. "You were together, so how… how did this happen?"
Mark, still catching his breath, was the first to speak.
"They just appeared, Mom. Those things… they looked like... failed experiments. Kai and I ran, but… he pushed me away and... split off to protect me."
Debbie stared at Kai, eyes wide.
"You split up from your brother?!"
Kai, sitting on the couch, just stared at the floor. Dried blood marked the corner of his mouth. His hands were still clenched, muscles tense.
"I knew he couldn't outrun both," he said. "It made more sense to separate. They focused on me. I just… ran."
Kai had relied on the fact he already had part of his Viltrumite powers and the Void within him — but he couldn't say that.
Mark sat beside him.
"He saved my life."
Silence fell for a few seconds. Debbie knelt in front of them, placing her hands on Kai's knees. Her voice was softer now. Almost a whisper.
"Are you okay?"
Kai looked up at her. For the first time that night, he hesitated.
Not about what to say. But whether he should say anything.
"I'm fine. In the end, Mark saved me too," he answered at last. "I'm just tired now."
She hugged him. Tightly. Too tightly.
Kai didn't return it immediately. But after a few seconds… he closed his eyes. Let it happen.
And realized that it still hurt.
Not physically. But inside.
If I had died there, this is what she would've felt...
This is what Mark would've felt.
They wouldn't be relieved. Or free.
They would suffer.
He swallowed hard.
Later — The Twins' Bedroom
The lamp was on. The room was calm. Debbie had left a glass of juice for each of them before going to take a shower and try to process everything.
Mark lay in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"You did something, didn't you?" he asked suddenly.
Kai, sitting at the desk with a cold towel on the back of his neck, didn't answer right away.
"What do you mean?"
"Back at that lot. You beat one of those things."
"Mark, how would I beat a creature like that?" Kai replied.
"I don't know, it's just… when I got there, there was only one left. I'm not saying you're a hero or anything, but you always manage to handle things," said his brother with a faint smile.
"Something saved me. Must've been a hero nearby… or maybe that blue-eyed kid from the news," Kai said, looking away.
Kai fell silent. He knew what he'd done… wasn't normal. Not human. Not entirely Viltrumite either. That was something else.
It protected me. Like the world itself was keeping me from being touched. Was that the feeling of a 'Mugen'?
It was like… for an instant, I wasn't even there.
But he couldn't say any of that. Not to Mark. Not to anyone.
Mark nodded, as if Kai's answer was enough.
Kai got up, walked to the window, and stared at the dark sky.
I don't want to be a hero.
But I also don't want to see them suffer.
Maybe… that's what keeps me trying.
Outside, in the starless sky, something moved at high speed.
Nolan was returning.
Kai turned off the lamp, lay down on his bed, and let the void wrap around him — not as an escape, but as a shield.
One last thought echoed quietly in his mind, just before sleep took over:
I think today… I chose to stay alive.
Moments Later — Grayson Living Room
The front door creaked softly as it opened. Nolan entered slowly, his uniform marked with dried blood and concrete dust. His face was tired, his brows still furrowed — but his shoulders... just a little lighter.
The living room was dark. Only the kitchen light was still on. Debbie appeared silently, holding a mug of tea in her hands.
She stared at him for a moment, analyzing the man in front of her.
"Is it done?" she asked, needing no explanation.
Nolan nodded, dropping his gloves on the table.
"It was hiding near the train tracks, east zone. Still active. I didn't hesitate."
Debbie approached him slowly. She handed him the mug, which he took with some hesitation.
"It's tea, not blood," she said, trying to smile.
"Still warm?" Nolan looked at the liquid as if it were some alien substance.
"Only slightly less than you."
She sat on the couch. Nolan remained standing for a few more seconds, observing the house — the silence, the comfort, the normalcy. A different kind of battlefield.
Then he walked toward the hallway and climbed the stairs.
He stopped at the slightly open door to the boys' room.
The lamp was already off. Mark slept deeply, one arm hanging off the bed. Kai was turned away, motionless — but Nolan knew he was awake. Just… pretending not to be.
He stood there for long seconds, unmoving at the doorway. Just watching.
"They're okay," said a soft voice behind him.
Debbie had come up quietly, now standing beside him.
She wrapped her arms around him. Nolan didn't move. But he didn't pull away either.
"You've been a warrior your whole life," she whispered. "But today… they're safe. And you're here. With us."
He closed his eyes. A small gesture. But rare.
Debbie rested her head on his shoulder, hugging him with gentle firmness.
"Come to bed," she said sweetly. "They need sleep. And you… need to learn how to rest."
Nolan exhaled slowly.
He said nothing.
But for the first time that night… he allowed her to lead him.
They descended the stairs together, Debbie with calm steps, Nolan in complete silence.
Upstairs, behind the closed door, Kai kept his eyes open for a few minutes longer.
And for the first time… he wasn't thinking about the void.
He was thinking about what he felt when Mark called for him.
And how, without even knowing why… he didn't want to lose that.
Next Day — Global Defense Agency
Chemical Sublevel – Organic Analysis Room
White lights bathed the steel workbench where viscous samples, mutated tissue chunks, and dried bone fragments rested. Around it, three scientists in reinforced lab coats typed frantically as monitors displayed unstable genetic structures oscillating like shifting fractals.
Cecil Stedman entered the room with his usual calm stride, his eyes already scanning the data before speaking.
"Preliminary report?" he asked.
One of the scientists, Dr. Renata Kwon, turned to him with a slight nod.
"Sample from the creature eliminated in the northwest zone is here, sir. We've partially sequenced the cellular structure. The result is… unstable. No cell maintains integrity for more than 12 hours."
She pointed to a holographic projection — a cell spinning until it collapsed.
"Self-degradation?" Cecil asked.
"Not exactly. It looks like the creature went into energetic collapse at the moment of death. As if it were stitched together wrong from existence itself. A minor gravitational field formed at the exact moment of its destruction."
Another scientist added:
"The creature wasn't killed by a conventional attack. Our best guess is that it imploded — like the internal tension was too much for the body to handle."
Cecil studied the data in silence for a few seconds, then turned to them:
"Any indication of outside interference? Any unusual energy signatures?"
"Negative. None. No radiation, no dimensional distortion. It all seems to have happened… from the inside out."
"Great," Cecil muttered. "Put that in the public report. 'Genetic instability caused the creature's spontaneous collapse.' Nothing about distortions. Nothing about gravitational fields."
The scientists nodded.
"And the one Omni-Man took down?" Cecil asked, already heading for the door.
"Think it's the first time I've seen Omni-Man do something unnecessary — the scientists said the body was smashed after death," Donald replied.
"Clear reaction when a weird monster tries to kill your kid… Looks like he has a heart. Maybe we can trust him a little more now," said Cecil half-jokingly, but with a trace of genuine relief, before disappearing down the hall.
Hours Later — Afternoon News
The Graysons' TV was on as Debbie folded laundry on the couch and Mark munched cereal straight from the box. Kai just sat in the corner, pretending to be uninterested.
On screen, the reporter spoke gravely:
"...after the mutant creature attacks that terrified residents of the northern zone, the Global Defense Agency confirmed that the destruction of one specimen was due to structural failure and cellular collapse. According to specialists, the creature's body couldn't sustain its unstable genetic composition, leading to near-instant implosion."
The image showed only a blur, scattered remains, and a GDA technician collecting fragments with automated tongs.
"And the other two creatures that escaped were taken down by Omni-Man."
Mark swallowed hard, staring at the screen.
"So… it destroyed itself?" he murmured, as if trying to convince himself.
Debbie, not looking up from the laundry, answered:
"That's what they said."
Mark turned to Kai.
Kai only shrugged.
"Unstable creatures. Maybe the world rejected them."
Mark chuckled awkwardly.
"You talk like the world chooses who gets to live or not."
Kai just smiled — brief, mysterious.
"Maybe it does. The difference is… it doesn't always get it right."
Silence returned.
The TV stayed on, now playing a report about a science exhibit in another city. Debbie had gone back to the kitchen. Mark kept chewing distractedly, his thoughts drifting.
Kai, on the other hand, kept his eyes on the screen — not for the news, but for the images of the wreckage. The way everything ended in silence.
But his thoughts were elsewhere. Back in the clearing. To the sound of the air being split by the creature. To the moment Nolan appeared — and destroyed it with a violence that didn't seem like mere reaction. It felt… personal.
For the last two years, Nolan had tried. In small gestures. In casual conversations. With Mark, it was easier. But with him...
Kai never let him get close. Not really.
But that afternoon, seeing the rage in his father's eyes… Kai wondered.
Was that only because of the creature… or because of us?
He thought about the times Nolan came home exhausted but still tried to have dinner with them. About the times he'd drop a newspaper on the couch and ask "how was your day" like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Things someone like Nolan Grayson never had to do.
Has he changed… just by being here? Has this life… softened something in him?
The thought unsettled him.
Not because it was hopeful.
But because it was the kind of hope he no longer had room for.
His past life had stripped that away — piece by piece — until almost nothing was left.
Even if he changes… it doesn't mean things end well. I know how stories go.
Kai looked away from the TV.
Mark was glancing at him from the corner of his eye, as if noticing when his brother slipped into those deep silences.
Kai just sighed and stood up.
He didn't trust.
But for the first time since Rock Cliff… he started to question.
Interlude – The Streets Never Sleep
Miami — Charity Event — 7:20 p.m.
A group of second-rate villains stormed a convention center hosting a charity auction for school reconstruction. They expected little. They expected zero resistance.
What they didn't expect… was Kaboomerang — in a blinding yellow suit, champagne glass in hand, and a row of boomerangs embedded in his jacket.
"You came to ruin a charity night? Tsk tsk... that's just bad manners, kids."
Without missing a beat, he launched three boomerangs that ricocheted off the walls, hitting the villains' weapons. A fourth one detonated a fire extinguisher, flooding the room with smoke.
"You really wanna fight someone who curves even his punchlines?"
In under two minutes, they were all on the ground. And he was back at the buffet, grabbing another canapé.
"Saving the world and keeping the diet? Mission impossible."
Suburbs of Seattle — Night — 8:35 p.m.
The sky was cloudy, like the world was trying to hide the stars on purpose. At an unlit intersection, two cars collided. One began to catch fire.
A baby cried in the back seat.
In a burst of white light, Cosmic appeared from the sky with a soft explosion of energy. His hands glowed, forming a force field around the car.
"Stay calm… it'll be over soon." His voice was gentle, almost too calm for someone in the middle of an emergency.
With the field stabilized, Cosmic lifted the car into the air, bent the roof precisely until he could reach the back seat. He gently removed the child, protecting it in a translucent bubble until handing it over to a stunned paramedic.
Before anyone could thank him, he was already flying in another direction.
In his bracelet's built-in comm, Cecil's voice echoed:
"Fire contained. Now what? Saving another cat?"
"If it's lost among the stars, maybe," Cosmic replied with a smile.
And he vanished as he came.
South Side of Chicago — 11:50 p.m.
The sky was dark, heavy with clouds that hadn't yet decided if they'd rain. The city lights, dimmed by a recent blackout, cast shadows far too long for such a narrow street.
In an alley between two industrial buildings, three cars with headlights on formed a semicircle, illuminating the center where two groups argued, surrounded by armed thugs. The tension was palpable.
"You're telling me the shipment's gone?" said a tall, bald man with neck tattoos — Boss Nardo, one of the biggest weapons traffickers in the underworld.
Across from him, wearing a denim jacket and work gloves, was Titan. Powers off. Calm as always.
"It's not gone," Titan replied. "It was diverted. From the inside. I traced it."
Nardo narrowed his eyes.
"And why shouldn't I break your neck right now for not bringing it back?"
Titan stepped forward. His boots hit the ground hard, cracks subtly spreading through the concrete. His tone remained level.
"Because no one else could trace what I did. Because without me, you wouldn't even know your cousin's the one who diverted it. And because if you kill me, you'll lose all of this… plus the loyalty of the four guys here just waiting for a reason to replace you."
Silence.
One of Nardo's thugs swallowed hard.
Titan pulled out a small recorder and hit play. The voice was familiar — Nardo's cousin negotiating a deal with another cartel.
"You gotta stop trusting family," Titan murmured. "They're great for funerals and Sunday dinners. Not for business."
Nardo looked at the recorder, then at his men. No one met his gaze.
"What do you want, Titan? A seat? Territory?"
Titan shook his head lightly.
"None of that. I just want to keep fixing problems. But next time, I want to pick the problems that are worth solving."
Nardo stared at him for another second… then stepped back.
"Deal. But if you screw me…"
"You'll have to get in line," Titan replied, already turning away.
He walked off calmly, headlights still behind him, illuminating the dust kicked up by his steps.
As he walked, he pulled out an old phone from his pocket. Called a number and spoke quietly:
"Yeah. Done. Cross Nardo off the list. Now... let's talk about King Lizard. That one's gonna be tricky."
Titan hung up, no ceremony.
Somewhere else in the city, helicopters were still patrolling the areas affected by the GDA creature escape.
But here, in the underworld, another battle was happening — silent, but just as deadly.
Titan smiled faintly. He knew he'd sit at the top someday.
But for now… all he could do was climb through the cracks in the system.
Port of Los Angeles — Early Morning — 1:15 a.m.
Total silence.
From atop a crane, Best Tiger watched as three trucks unloaded boxes of illegal weapons.
No mask. No armor. Just him and his aim.
With a smooth motion, he threw five knives. Not one missed. Not one made a loud sound. Just bodies hitting the ground.
One smuggler collapsed onto a crate labeled "Portable Drone Systems."
Another tried to run, but Best Tiger was beside him before he could scream.
"You're breathing too fast," he said in Mandarin.
"What the—?"
POF!
A sharp blow knocked him out cold.
Seconds later, it was over.
At the end of the dock, he threw a knife at a security camera before disappearing among the containers.
And the world keeps turning, no matter what happens...