Cosco had begun spying on Kevin, determined to uncover whatever secrets he was hiding. Meanwhile, Merin received an unexpected message on Kevin's laptop—one that had been sent by Sam. As Merin read the contents, shock washed over him. His eyes darted across the screen, processing the implications of what he had just seen. He couldn't believe it. What was Sam trying to communicate, and why had Kevin been the one to receive it?
Before he could fully comprehend the situation, the door opened, and Leo entered the room. In his hand, he held a document, which he placed firmly on the table before Merin.
"Sign it," Leo instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Still reeling from the message he had just read, Merin barely glanced at the document. His mind was elsewhere, clouded with questions and uncertainties. Without hesitation or verification, he picked up the pen and scrawled his signature on the contract, sealing a deal he hadn't even reviewed.
Frustration bubbled within him. He needed a moment to clear his head, to gather his thoughts. "I need a coffee," he muttered, rubbing his temples in an attempt to shake off the overwhelming tension.
David, ever observant, quickly fetched a cup and placed it in front of him. Merin took a slow sip, the warmth momentarily soothing his nerves. But unbeknownst to him, David had another task in mind. As soon as Merin set the cup down, David carefully retrieved it, discreetly extracting the fingerprints left behind. With practiced efficiency, he handed the evidence over to Akin.
Akin studied the fingerprints before nodding approvingly. "I see you guys are doing well," he remarked, his voice carrying a tone of authority. "I want you to continue the work."
Everyone in the room nodded in unison, acknowledging the command. Without further discussion, they returned to their respective tasks, their focus sharpened by Akin's words.
The following day, Akin made a crucial phone call. The recipient was none other than Magin, Merin's father.
"I've arranged a meeting with a government official in the United States," Akin informed him. "I need you to go there."
Magin, ever the dutiful and composed figure, did not hesitate. "Understood," he responded, his voice steady. Without delay, he began making preparations for his journey, knowing that this meeting could hold significant weight in the larger scheme of things.
As Magin embarked on his trip to the United States, the gears of a larger plot continued to turn. What had been set in motion was far from over, and the events that followed would determine the fate of many involved. Little did they know, the choices they were making now would soon come back to haunt them in ways they never expected.
Everything was unfolding according to plan, yet Merin found himself unsettled. Despite everything he had done to them, the agents around him continued to treat him with unexpected kindness. It was a stark contrast to what he had anticipated, leaving him riddled with confusion. More troubling was the cryptic warning he had received from Kevin—why had he sent it? What was his true intent?
A day later, Cosco concluded his surveillance of Kevin and promptly reported his findings to Akin. With the gathered intelligence, Akin wasted no time in devising a full-fledged plan to eliminate Kevin. Every detail was meticulously arranged, and the operation was set in motion.
By the following day, all operatives were in position, ready to execute the mission. The atmosphere was tense, each person fully aware of their role. Just as they were about to proceed, Leo rushed in with urgent news.
"Merin is heading to Kevin's house," he reported, his tone laced with urgency. "We need to act fast."
Akin's expression darkened. Time was slipping away, and now the situation had become even more complicated. If Merin arrived before they could complete the job, it could jeopardize everything. The mission had to be swift and precise—there was no room for error.
Akin was poised to take the shot, his finger steady on the trigger. Just as he was about to pull it, the distant sound of approaching sirens reached his ears. Cops. He quickly lowered his gun, slipping back into the shadows, and waited. The tension in the air was palpable as the officers lingered nearby, their presence an unexpected obstacle.
Minutes passed, feeling like an eternity, but eventually, the cops moved on, their patrol leading them away from the scene. Akin wasted no time. As soon as the coast was clear, he took the shot.
The bullet tore through the air, finding its mark. However, just as the deed was done, Akin noticed movement in the distance. His heart clenched as he realized—Merin had seen everything. He was dangerously close to Kevin's house and had witnessed the assassination unfold before his eyes.
For a brief moment, panic threatened to unravel the operation. Everyone involved feared the plan was on the verge of collapsing. But Akin remained composed. He immediately addressed the team, his voice firm and unwavering.
"Stay focused," he commanded. "Do not be discouraged. Stick to the plan. If anything goes wrong, I'll tell you exactly what to do."
His words restored a sense of order, pulling the team back from the brink of chaos. The mission was not over yet. They had come too far to let one unforeseen complication bring everything crashing down. Now, it was only a matter of what Merin would do next—and how they would respond.
Sam wasted no time—he immediately informed the police. Since Merin had been the only one near the scene of the crime, he quickly became the prime suspect. As the authorities arrived, they assessed the situation and promptly had the victim's body sent to the hospital. However, their focus remained on Merin.
Without giving him a chance to explain, the officers took charge, restraining him in handcuffs. He struggled to speak, to defend himself, but his words fell on deaf ears. Ignoring his protests, they transported him straight to the interrogation room, where they intended to extract answers from him. Meanwhile, the bullet retrieved from the crime scene was sent to forensic analysis.
Two days passed, and the police expanded their investigation. They searched Merin's office thoroughly, determined to uncover any possible motive or connection to the crime. During their search, they stumbled upon a contract—one that immediately raised suspicion. Further questioning led them to Merin's colleagues, the agents, who all provided statements perfectly aligned with what Akin had instructed them to say.
Unbeknownst to Merin, Akin had orchestrated everything down to the smallest detail. He had anticipated the police investigation and had taken extensive measures to ensure Merin's downfall. He had meticulously forged multiple fake contracts, planting them strategically in Merin's office, crafting an overwhelming body of evidence that pointed directly to him.
With all the fabricated proof stacked against him, the court wasted no time in delivering its verdict—Merin was sentenced to execution. The decision was swift, and the consequences were irreversible.
As the reality of his situation sank in, Merin's mind raced. It was too perfect, too precise—he wasn't just caught in a tragic misunderstanding. No, this was a carefully laid trap, one that he had unknowingly walked into. The weight of realization crushed him. Someone had orchestrated everything, and the agents he had trusted were part of it.
Now, facing an inescapable fate, he knew one thing for certain—this was not the end of the conspiracy. It was only the beginning.
Magin soon learned of his son's impending execution. The news hit him hard, but what troubled him even more was the reason behind it—Merin had allegedly killed his best friend, Kevin. He couldn't comprehend why his son would commit such an act. The thought of it filled him with fury and disappointment.
As the weight of the situation settled in, Magin found himself torn. Rage boiled within him when he realized that Merin's fate was sealed. However, despite the anger and the pain, he did not attempt to intervene. Deep down, he had long considered his son a failure, someone undeserving of the privileges he had received in life. In his eyes, Merin's downfall was inevitable, and he had no intention of saving him from it.
The shocking news spread like wildfire, capturing the world's attention in an instant. Headlines flashed across every media outlet, and social discussions erupted across continents. The execution of a man accused of betraying his closest friend became a global spectacle, one that no one could ignore.
(The scene switches to Zenix's base)
Isaac was in shock. He knew Merin well—his intelligence, his strategic mind. There was no way Merin would have committed such an act without reason. Something about the entire situation felt off.
Maria, too, sensed the truth. This wasn't just a tragic mistake; it was a carefully orchestrated plan. Someone had manipulated events to lead Merin to this moment, trapping him in a web of deceit.
Meanwhile, Izaki, Kazen, and Hellesa stood in confusion. They had never heard of Merin before—he had always remained in the shadows, an enigma.
Seeing their uncertainty, Maria took a deep breath and began to explain. She detailed who Merin was, his past, his skills, and the circumstances surrounding his downfall. As her words unfolded, realization dawned upon them. Shock settled in as they grasped the gravity of the situation.
A brilliant mind had been framed, and a larger conspiracy was at play. The question now was—who was truly behind it all?
Upon learning the truth, Council Member 1 quickly recognized Akin's brilliance. It was clear that Akin was not only a mastermind but also fiercely loyal, traits that made him an invaluable asset.
Without hesitation, the council member drafted a message addressed to Akin. The words were precise and deliberate—an invitation to join a powerful and highly secretive organization. This was no ordinary opportunity; it was a chance to be part of something far greater, something hidden from the world's eyes.
The message was sent. Now, all that remained was Akin's response.
Everyone believed that Merin's fate was sealed. With his own father refusing to intervene, there seemed to be no one left who would stand up for him. Even Merin himself had succumbed to despair. The realization that his father had abandoned him cut deeper than any betrayal. He had lost all hope of survival, accepting that his days were numbered.
The day of his execution arrived. The air was thick with finality as the guards led him toward his fate. Every step felt heavier, each moment stretching into eternity. The world watched, certain that this was the end of Merin's story.
But then, everything changed.
Just moments before the execution was set to proceed, an unexpected announcement echoed through the chamber. The execution had been postponed. Murmurs of confusion rippled through the gathered spectators. Merin, barely able to process the words, stared in disbelief.
Someone had intervened. Against all odds, a mysterious benefactor had secured his bail. He was granted a reprieve—two weeks to prove his innocence.
Hope, which had long since faded, flickered back to life. But the question remained—who had saved him, and why?