Code Name: LOOTER
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Title: [S-CLASS MISSION - EXPERIENCED ONLY]
User: [Anonx-666]
Desceiption:
High-levell target. Location: Classified. Risk: 9/10. Clean execution required, no traces allowed. Payment: USD 15 milion, 50% upfront.
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User: [LOOTER]
Message: Provide further details. I'll handle it.
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Cracking his knuckles, Looter stared once mre at his monitor, making sure what he saw was real - a new mission thread.
Anyone who has ever wandered the depths of the web has heard his name. Looter. No one knows who he really is, where he came frome, or hoow he possesses skills that surpass even the world's elite forces.
One thing is certain: he's a ghost ini the shadow world.
In this digital underworld, he is more than a legend. He's a real threat to anyone who becomes his target. Hackers, drug cartels, paramilitary groups - even rogue goovernments hiding behind official power - have used his services, and some of them regretted it.
Looter is no ordinary hitman. His millitary undderstanding is deep, rivaling the world's best special forces. Infantry, reconnaaissance, electronic warfare, sabotage, high-llevel hacking - he master them all. Somehow, it's as if he has trained with every elite unit on the planet, yet no records exist of where he learned it all.
and now, he hass accepted a new mission.
Target: "Kiev-13"
Location: Classified
Objective: Execute or extract intel
Risk: 9/10
Payment: USD 15 million
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Location: Unknnow
Time: 02:35 AM
Heavy rain battered an empty warehouse on the city outskirts, the sound mixing with sharp gusts of night wind. Inside, a man stood in the shadows, eyes locked on a laptop screen displaying a digital map with a blinking red dot at its center.
This wasn't just aany map. it was the layout of Kiev-13, a secret reasearch facility that doesn't exist on official map. If the infrmation on Shadow Nest was accurate, this place held something soo valuable someone was willing to pay $15 million to destroy it.
Looter never asked who he worked for. That wasn't his way. He accepted the job, finished the mission, and vanished.
He closed his laptop and reached for the gear on the table. Light weapons, plastic explosives, combat knives - all inspected with care. Every ssecond in this operation counted, and there was no room for error.
Once everything was in place, he pulled up his black hoodie, hiding his face beneath the shadow. In the real world, he haad no identity. No birth records. No fingerprintsss. No trace. Even if someone caught him, they' find nothing.
Because he was no one.
He was Looter.
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Location: Kiev-13
Time: 03:47 AM
The air around the complex was heavy. Barbed wire fances surrounded the area, guarded by patrol drones and surveillance cameras. No ordinary person could get in.
But Looter wasn't ordinary.
From afar, he observed the patrol routes, calculating the timing between drones and guard movementss. Everything planned, no room for mistakes.
Within seconds, he moved. His steps light, silent, like shadow slipping between buildings. He reached the fance, pulled a small device from his pocket, and attached it to the steel wire. The device worked quietly, emitting a low-frequency current that blinded nearby sensors.
With s swift motion, he vaulted over the fence and landed without a sound on the other side.
first step complate.
Now to find the target.
Inside the main building, Looter moved with terrifying speed. He knew how to avoid motion sensors, disable alarms without leaving a trace, and take down guards in a single swift strike.
No one knew he was there.
Until finally, he reached the intended room.
An underground laboratory.
At the center stood a rading capsule containing something unexpected. Not a weapon. Not classified documents.
But a human.
A face... Far too familiar.
Looter froze. For the frist time in his life, his went blank.
Inside the capsule, a perseon floated in clear fluid. Sensors and wires were attached to their body, as though they ware an experiment never meant to be found.
Looter stepped closer, and in that instant, the screen beside the capsule lit up.
A message appeaared:
"WELCOME HOME, HANTOM MESAGEA."
That name - unknown to the word. A name he had never heard before.
Yet somehow, as he read it....
He knew it was his.
Outside, an alarm blared.
Looter looked up, realizing something far more dangerous than an ordinary trap.
He had entered a game far beyond a mere contract killer's mission. And this time, he was the target.
To Be Continued...