Under Eye...✔✔

CHAPTER 01

BOOM.

The explosion ripped through the silence, letting rods feel naked. Fire clawed at the night sky, lighting the sky into red, orange, and black, as if hell had cracked open. Alarms blared in the distance. The heat rolled in waves. Everything had changed in a second.

On the main platform, Martin stood frozen for a moment, his long coat whipping in the blast's aftershock. His hand went straight to the revolver at his waist.

""What the fuck! Simon, go check!" Martin barked, snapping out of it. His breath came in sharp bursts. The flames reflected in his eyes, wild and unblinking, as he gritted his teeth and stepped forward. He was a man used to control, used to fear falling into line before him. But this, this was anarchy.

BOOM.

A second blast.

Simon stumbled back, coughing. "Boss—both our ships. They're gone. Someone torched them."

Martin's eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. "Go! Find out who the fuck is behind this. NOW!" he shouted, pointing at Peter.

Peter ran.

BANG.

One clean shot.

Peter dropped like a stone.

Martin spun around, gun raised, scanning every shadow, every rooftop, every crack between crates. Nothing. No movement. No voice. Just the smell of burning fuel and death.

BANG.

Simon went down next. Blood sprayed. His body landed beside Martin's boot.

It was too fast.

Martin backed up a step, eyes wide now, heart pounding in his chest. The rage was still there, but there was fear.

Martin staggered back, chest heaving. His heart now beat not with rage, but with the staccato rhythm of panic. "Who the bloody fuck—" he began, teeth bared, " thinks they can fail me?! Come out! Come in front of me, you coward!"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" he shouted into the smoke. "Come out here! Come face me like a man!"

BOOM.

Another explosion ripped open the ground near the warehouse door. In panic, he fired blindly into the dark, bullet after bullet, echoing across the burning dockyard.

A door creaked open.

The smoke parted just enough to reveal a shadow. A figure walked through the chaos. Calm. Unbothered.

Martin froze.

"Show yourself!" he growled, his voice cracking.

The figure stepped into the light.

A woman.

Gun raised. Eyes locked on him.

BANG.

Martin screamed, falling to the ground, gripping his side. Blood ran through his fingers.

He looked up, struggling to breathe. His vision blurred.

"You... you bitch..." he gasped, voice barely a whisper.

Kate walked up to him slowly, gun steady in her hand.

"You thought you could burn lives, walk away, and never pay for it?" she said coldly.

Martin didn't answer.

She didn't wait.

BANG.

The shot echoed one last time.

Silence returned.

And the once-feared drug lord, Martin Kane, fell into darkness with a hollow, final breath.