Meanwhile, elite international agents launched a large-scale operation. High-ranking government officials, including several corrupt ministers and even the president, were apprehended.
The entire country watched in shock.
News stations were flooded with live broadcasts of the arrests, exposing the depth of corruption that had rotted the nation from within.
"Breaking news! The president and several ministers have been detained by elite international forces. The charges include corruption, conspiracy, and crimes against humanity!" a reporter announced.
Inside the presidential office, agents stormed in, forcefully handcuffing the country's leader.
The president, now powerless, gritted his teeth in frustration.
"You think this will change anything?" he sneered.
One of the international agents responded coldly, "Your time is over."
The once untouchable figures of power were now nothing more than criminals in handcuffs.
Back to Peter and the Others As Peter and his team sped away, Zunafets glanced at Peter through the rearview mirror.
"It's happening, Peter. The government is collapsing."
Peter, still breathing heavily from their escape, leaned back in his seat. His body ached, but for the first time in a long time... he felt like he could breathe.
"Good," he muttered. "Let's finish this."
The battle wasn't over yet, but the tides had finally turned in their favor.
Across the nation, people watching the news were in shock.
Footage of Peter's trial, where he exposed the corruption of government officials, had gone viral on social media.
Clips of Peter challenging the judge, revealing bribery evidence, and refusing to submit to a corrupt system spread rapidly.
Online, the public exploded with reactions.
"I thought he was a criminal, but he's the one exposing the truth!"
"Peter Nimoowahc is not an enemy—he's a hero!"
"If it weren't for him, we would never know how deep this corruption runs!"
Meanwhile, the live broadcast of the president and ministers being arrested only fueled the chaos.
Protests erupted across the country.
"Free Peter!" the crowds chanted.
"This corrupt system must fall!"
Banners bearing the symbol of "Teerces"—Peter's hacker alias—were raised high.
Some still saw Peter as a threat.
But more and more people were waking up to the truth.
A news reporter, covering the protests live, said:
"We've never seen a reaction like this before. Peter Nimoowahc, once labeled a fugitive, is now being hailed as a symbol of resistance!"
The nation of Sicnarep was on the verge of change.
And Peter had just become a legend.
Across the nation, the elite international agency had begun hunting down FTO agents.
The once-feared organization was now the most wanted criminal group in the world.
Meanwhile, Peter, Odlan, and Optimus regrouped in a safe house.
Odlan frowned, pointing at Eldric. "Wait, isn't he part of FTO?"
Optimus stepped forward, glaring. "Yeah, Peter. We can't trust him."
Before Eldric could respond, Zunafets grabbed his collar, ready to throw him against the wall.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!" Zunafets growled.
But before things escalated, Peter stepped in, gripping Zunafets' wrist.
"Let him go," Peter said firmly.
Zunafets' eyes widened. "What?!"
Peter turned to face everyone. "Eldric is one of us now. He helped me escape."
Eldric sighed and finally spoke. "I was never truly loyal to FTO. I only stayed because I had no choice. But now, after everything... I know where I stand."
Zunafets still looked unconvinced. "And where is that?"
Eldric met his gaze without hesitation. "With Peter."
For a moment, silence filled the room.
Then Odlan sighed, crossing his arms. "Damn it. If Peter trusts you, I guess we have no choice."
Optimus muttered, "Fine. But if you betray us, I'll put a bullet in your head myself."
Eldric smirked. "Fair enough."
Just then, an emergency alert popped up on the news.
"BREAKING NEWS: The remaining FTO agents are being hunted down worldwide. The government's corruption has been fully exposed. The people are demanding a new leadership!"
Peter smirked. "Looks like the world is finally waking up."
But deep down, he knew—this war wasn't over yet.
Not long after, Aitnys arrived, carrying a tray with several cups of coffee.
"You guys probably need this," she said casually, placing the coffee on the table.
Peter grabbed one of the cups and glanced at his brother, Zunafets, who still looked annoyed. With his usual mischievous smirk, Peter teased him.
"Hey, bro. Looks like you're getting pretty close to Aitnys, huh?"
Zunafets shot him a sharp look. "Shut up, Peter."
Odlan burst into laughter. "Oh wow! What's this, General Zunafets? Something going on here?"
Optimus chimed in. "If there is, let us know. We'll start planning the wedding!"
Zunafets let out a long sigh, clearly trying to ignore them. Aitnys simply smiled, but a faint blush appeared on her face.
Amid the lighthearted teasing, Odlan suddenly remembered something.
"Oh yeah, Peter. Have you met your lawyer yet?" he asked.
Peter, who had just taken a sip of his coffee, paused. "Not yet."
"You haven't even thanked her, have you?" Odlan continued.
Peter sighed. "I know... I'll see her soon."
Optimus nudged his shoulder. "You should, Pet. She's done a lot for you."
Peter stared out the window, lost in thought. He knew he owed Enimsya Reppan a lot—his lawyer, who had stood by his side during the trial.
Peter took another sip of his coffee, then casually turned to Zunafets.
"By the way, where does Enimsya Reppan live?" he asked, his tone sounding almost too casual.
Zunafets raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Why are you asking?"
Odlan smirked, nudging Peter's arm. "Ohhh, I see what's going on. Our guy here wants to meet his lawyer personally, huh?"
Optimus joined in, grinning. "Maybe more than just a professional visit?"
Peter rolled his eyes but didn't deny anything. "Just tell me already."
Zunafets sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know exactly, but I can find out."
Peter leaned back, looking thoughtful. He needed to see Enimsya—not just to thank her, but because something still felt unfinished.
Aitnys pulled out her phone, opened the map, and pointed to an address.
"This is Enimsya Reppan's house," she said, showing the screen to Peter.
Peter immediately stood up, his eyes lighting up. "Send me the location in the chat."
Aitnys chuckled as she sent the location to their group chat. "Sent. Don't forget to say thank you."
Everyone smirked, realizing there was something more than just gratitude behind this visit.
Odlan nudged Optimus with a grin. "Look at him, the hacker and his lawyer."
Optimus, who was drinking coffee, choked and coughed. "Damn you, Odlan!"
Meanwhile, Eldric, who was eating a pastry, suddenly froze. His jaw tightened as he glanced at Peter with disbelief. "Seriously? You're going out of your way to see a lawyer?"
Peter just smirked, grabbing his jacket. "I'm heading out."
Zunafets crossed his arms, watching his brother with a knowing look. "Don't cause any more trouble, Peter."
Peter walked off without answering, casually waving his hand. But everyone knew—this wasn't just about legal matters.
Peter stood in front of the house, staring at the door for a moment before pressing the doorbell several times. He shifted his weight impatiently, waiting.
After a few seconds, the door swung open. An older woman stood there, her eyes widening the moment she saw him.
"Oh my! You're—"
Peter's instincts kicked in—he needed to get out of here before things got too dramatic. He took a small step back, ready to turn around, when suddenly—
A familiar voice spoke.
"Mom, who is it?"
Peter froze. He looked up, and there she was—Enimsya Reppan. But she wasn't alone. A man stood beside her.
Peter's sharp eyes immediately locked onto the man. Who the hell is this?
They stepped aside to let him in. Peter hesitated, then walked inside, his mind racing.
The moment they sat down, Peter cut straight to the point. "Is this your husband?" he asked bluntly, his gaze still fixed on the man.
Enimsya's eyebrows shot up before she let out a short laugh. "No, this is my older brother."
She then gestured toward the kitchen, where a woman was busy cooking. "And that's his wife."
Peter leaned back slightly, exhaling in relief—but he quickly covered it with his usual smirk. "Oh. Good."
Enimsya narrowed her eyes playfully. "Why? Would it matter?"
Peter just shrugged, but his silence spoke volumes.
Enimsya crossed her arms and smiled. "Congratulations on your victory, Peter. I watched your fight against FTO earlier... and you were amazing."
Peter smirked, leaning back on the sofa. "Of course. I'm always amazing."
Enimsya's brother chuckled at Peter's confidence, while Enimsya simply shook her head. "You never change, do you?"
Peter glanced at her before looking straight ahead. "But still, without your help in court, I'd probably be rotting in a tiny cell right now."
Enimsya gave a small smile. "I was just doing my job."
Silence filled the room for a moment. Peter felt like there was something he should say, but his pride held him back. Finally, he let out a sigh and muttered, "Thank you."
Enimsya looked surprised for a moment, then smiled warmly. "You finally said it."
Peter cleared his throat, trying to change the subject. "So, now that you're free—no more FTO threats, no more court trials... What's next for you?"
Enimsya looked at him for a long moment before replying, "I don't know yet. But one thing's for sure—I need some rest."
Peter nodded. "Sounds good. Maybe I should do the same."
But deep down, he knew this wasn't truly over.
Peter stood outside, the night air cool against his skin. Enimsya followed him to the front gate, arms crossed, watching him with an amused expression.
"So, I was thinking..." Peter started, rubbing the back of his neck. "Since you're technically part of the reason I'm still breathing, maybe I owe you a meal."
Enimsya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You want to treat me to dinner?"
Peter smirked. "I prefer to call it a 'celebratory meal.' Just to, you know, say thanks."
Enimsya chuckled. "You, saying thanks twice in one night? This is a miracle."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Don't get used to it. Anyway, give me your number."
Enimsya studied him for a moment before taking out her phone. "Fine. But if this is just an excuse to annoy me, I'll block you."
Peter took the number with a grin. "Noted."
As he walked toward his car, he turned back slightly. "Be ready tomorrow. I don't take rainchecks."
Enimsya smirked. "We'll see."
Peter got in his car, engine roaring to life. As he drove off, he couldn't help but smile.
The air inside the cartel's headquarters was heavy with silence as Peter stood before the men who had once served under his father. Their eyes held a mix of resentment, grief, and uncertainty.
Peter exhaled sharply before speaking. "I know many of you blame me for what happened. Maybe you're right." His voice was steady, but there was an undeniable weight in his words.
"I didn't come here to take my father's place," he continued, his gaze sweeping across the room. "I came to say thank you—for standing by him until the end. And I came to say I'm sorry."
A few men exchanged glances, but no one spoke.
Peter clenched his fists. "My father died because of this war. A war that was never truly his." His voice grew more intense. "The government, FTO, corruption—they were all playing their own game. My father got caught in the middle. And now, we're left to pick up the pieces."
One of the older men, a longtime loyalist, stepped forward. "So, what now?" he asked cautiously.
Peter took a deep breath. "Now, we decide. We either continue this fight in the shadows, or we break free from it."
The room remained silent, the weight of his words sinking in.
Enimsya sat in her apartment, staring at the television. The news was still covering Peter's case—his trial, his escape, and now his unexpected victory over the corrupt government.
She sighed, setting her coffee down. "That man... He always finds a way to turn the impossible into reality."
Her brother, sitting nearby, glanced at her with a smirk. "Sounds like you admire him."
Enimsya rolled her eyes. "I admire his determination, not his reckless behavior."
"But you gave him your number."
She paused, caught off guard. Had she made a mistake?
Just then, her phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number.
> Peter: "Still up? I owe you that dinner."
She stared at the message for a moment before smiling slightly.
Peter sat in front of his laptop, his expression serious. The camera started recording.
"To all the people of Sicnarep... I am Peter Nimoowahc. I know that I have caused massive chaos. Many people lost their jobs, and even their lives, because of this battle. And for that... I apologize."
He took a deep breath before continuing.
"But I couldn't just stand by and watch the injustice. The government, which should have protected its people, became the source of their suffering. I only did what I believed was right. But I also understand that every action has consequences."
Peter stared into the camera with conviction.
"I'm not asking for forgiveness, but I want you to know... this fight is not over. I will continue to fight, but in a better way. To those who support or hate me, I only hope that Sicnarep becomes a better country."
Peter closed his laptop and uploaded the video to multiple social media platforms.
Within minutes, the video went viral.
Comments flooded in:
"Finally, he speaks! But is this enough?"
"I still support you, Peter! The government should be the one apologizing!"
"At least he admits his mistakes..."
A massive shockwave hit Sicnarep as the President and several corrupt ministers were officially sentenced to prison. They were found guilty of embezzlement, abuse of power, and conspiracy against the people.
The once-powerful leaders now wore bright orange prison uniforms, escorted by heavily armed guards. Public trust in the government was shattered, and protests erupted across the nation.
Meanwhile, inside the prison, the former president sat in his cell, his eyes burning with hatred.
"This isn't over," he muttered under his breath. "That boy… Peter… he ruined everything."
A mysterious man stood outside his cell—a shadowy agent from an unknown organization.
"You still have influence, Mr. President," the man said with a sly smile. "And we have an offer for you..."
Elsewhere, Peter watched the news. Odlan and Optimus cheered.
"Bro, you did it! Those corrupt bastards are finally behind bars!" Optimus exclaimed.
But Peter didn't smile.
"This isn't over," he murmured.
Zunafets nodded. "You're right. Power never truly disappears… it only shifts hands. There will always be someone else trying to take control of this country."
Peter clenched his fists. The fight for Sicnarep was far from over.