Newton's Third Law, which states that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, can be observed metaphorically in human psychological behaviour. Human actions frequently lead to emotional or behavioural responses that mirror this principle of balance and reciprocity. Whether in relationships, conflicts, motivation, or emotional regulation, the metaphorical application of this law helps explain the cycles of reciprocity, resistance, and the push-pull dynamics that intricately shape human nature. This interplay of actions and reactions creates a natural symmetry in social interactions, reflecting an intrinsic pattern of balance within human behaviour.
A few days later, Madam Di-Xian assigns a new mission to Agent-Jun and Agent-Farhan, sending them to Glaciergrave Isle, a frigid and foreboding island located to the east of Nin-Ran-Gi.
Agent-Jun expresses concern, saying, "Ma'am, Agent-90 won't be joining us on this mission."
Madam Di-Xian responds, "Agent-90 has taken on more than his share of assignments recently. He will remain on standby, and besides, the SSCBF is still actively searching for him."
She fixes her gaze on the two agents, crossing her fingers thoughtfully. "Your mission," she continues, "is to eliminate the dictator of Glaciergrave Isle, Wajidul Hasina, along with her son, Wajidul Joy, and daughter, Wajidul Samiya. You will rendezvous with our contacts on the island, who have already gathered crucial intelligence on Hasina's activities and the extent of her crimes."
Wajidul Hasina, the ruthless dictator of Glaciergrave Isle, is infamous for her relentless pursuit of power and wealth. Under her corrupt and tyrannical rule, the once-thriving island has plunged into desolation and chaos. Glaciergrave Isle, known for its harsh, icy terrain, mirrors the brutality of her regime, where innocent citizens suffer under her oppressive rule.
Hasina's reign is marked by systematic oppression, pervasive fear, and rampant bloodshed. With an unyielding grip on power, she tolerates no dissent and eliminates any perceived challenge with merciless efficiency. Her rule is cemented through frequent purges and massacres, targeting all who dare oppose her, whether for political, social, or ethnic reasons. By fostering divisions among different groups on the island, she has instilled an atmosphere of hostility and terror. Her willingness to sacrifice her own citizens for personal gain is as notorious as her brutal suppression tactics, leaving Glaciergrave Isle steeped in misery and despair.
Hasina's most sinister alliance is with Jai Atharva, the tyrannical ruler of the neighbouring Shadowmire Isles, a land notorious for its pervasive crime and shadowy underworld. Their relationship is rooted in a shared thirst for power and insatiable greed. In exchange for resources and the support of Jai's elite Jawothlin Analysis Wing (JAW)—a secretive and ruthless intelligence agency—Hasina permits Jai to extend his influence over Glaciergrave Isle. She grants his agents high-ranking positions, systematically stripping her own citizens of opportunities. This treacherous alliance has fuelled resentment and unrest among the population, yet Hasina, blinded by her unyielding pursuit of wealth, ignores the anguished pleas of her people.
Hasina's son, Wajidul Joy, serves as her enforcer, executing her oppressive policies with chilling precision. Wajid is the shadowy puppet master behind numerous massacres that have scarred Glaciergrave Isle, showing no regard for the lives of innocent people. His sole concern is to ensure his mother's unchallenged dominion. Wajid has forged close ties with agents from JAW, coordinating their operations to maintain a tight grip over Glaciergrave's population and swiftly eliminate any sign of resistance. He is perceived as a cold and calculating figure, instilling fear rather than respect, for he has repeatedly demonstrated his willingness to sacrifice anyone in his pursuit of power.
Wajidul Hasina's daughter, Samiya Wajidul, is the leader of the Lagos League, a political faction serving as the public face of Hasina's oppressive regime. While Hasina governs through sheer terror, Samiya weaves her influence through cunning manipulation, deftly consolidating power and dismantling any rival political movements. Her charisma is deceptive, veiling her ruthless intentions in the guise of diplomacy. Working closely with Wajid, she sustains her mother's hold on the island while projecting an illusory façade of order and stability to the outside world.
Under Samiya's leadership, the Lagos League has spearheaded numerous campaigns of political repression, often resulting in merciless purges of government officials, activists, and military leaders who dare oppose their rule. One of the most shocking episodes in Samiya's rise was the assassination of a high-ranking major who challenged Hasina's corruption. Orchestrating this assassination cemented Samiya's reputation as a perilous political figure, one as relentless as her mother, unhesitating in her willingness to destroy anyone who stands in her path.
At the heart of the turmoil on Glaciergrave Isle lies Hasina's alliance with Jai Atharva, the tyrannical leader of the Shadowmire Isles. Jai, propelled by his ambition to extend his territory and influence, found an ideal partner in Hasina, whose greed and hunger for power align with his own ambitions. Through their alliance, agents from Jai's Jawothlin Analysis Wing (JAW) operate covertly on Glaciergrave Isle, targeting minority groups and inciting divisions among factions to destabilise the region and ease Jai's ultimate goal of asserting control.
Jai's ultimate aim is to expand his power far beyond Shadowmire, and Hasina's readiness to allow his agents to infiltrate her island is a pivotal part of his plan. The marginalised communities on Glaciergrave suffer most, as Jai's operatives exploit social rifts, creating scapegoats and manipulating the populace into turning against each other. Meanwhile, Hasina, seduced by promises of wealth and political influence, has permitted Jai's people to seize control of the island's economy, leaving many native citizens jobless or ineligible for advancement as outsiders occupy top government and industry roles.
This alliance between Hasina and Jai is mutually destructive, as both leaders are willing to sacrifice their lands and people for immediate gains, disregarding the devastation they are causing. Hasina's government has withered to a mere husk of its former self, with vital resources depleted and infrastructure buckling under the weight of corruption and neglect. The suffering on Glaciergrave Isle has become unbearable, as its people are trapped between the ambitions of two ruthless dictators.
Hasina's betrayal—granting Jai's agents control over key jobs while forcing her own citizens to the fringes—has bred a deep sense of despair and resentment among her people. Yet, despite the ruin she brings upon her land, Hasina remains determined to clutch onto her power, even at the cost of her nation's very soul.
"Prepare yourselves, agents!" orders Madam Di-Xian.
"Yes, Ma'am!" the agents respond, thumping their chests in a unified salute.
Their plane is primed for departure; the upper chamber of the launch the upper chamber of the launch pad opens, and the aircraft lifts into the night sky, bound for Glaciergrave Isle.
By nightfall, they reach the island. Dusk on Glaciergrave brings with it a chilling silence, and the cold intensifies. The island's long winters cast the cities into an almost spectral quiet. Only the rich and powerful, safe in their well-fortified towers, remain visible, their dim lights a faint presence against the night sky. The streets below are empty, save for the occasional patrol of armed guards or the soft hum of surveillance drones drifting overhead.
In the rural reaches, the cold becomes even more lethal. Remote villages struggle to keep fires alive, while resistance fighters exploit the cover of darkness to traverse the frozen expanse. The wilderness itself is perilous, not only due to the biting weather but also because of the regime's deployment of unmanned sentinels—robotic patrols programmed to hunt down any who dare to challenge the government's rule.
"This island is ruined," murmured Agent-Jun, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Yes, it is," replied Agent-Farhan, his tone grim.
"Our contacts may be hiding within the resistance," suggested Agent-Jun, absently smoothing his hair with his right hand.
"Not so sure," Agent-Farhan cautioned, raising a hand to silence him. Just then, the distinct thrum of helicopter blades echoed across the city, a spotlight scanning the streets below. Agent-Farhan swiftly pulled Jun into the shadows to avoid detection as the helicopter passed overhead.
"Who are they?" whispered Agent-Jun.
"Those are RABOC," Agent-Farhan replied with a hard edge to his voice.
The Radian Analysis Bounty Organisation Corporation—RABOC—formed the elite and merciless soldiers of Hasina's regime. By her command, they'd left behind trails of massacres and ruthless and ruthless destruction, killing with neither remorse nor mercy for those who opposed the dictator. To make matters worse, Jai's JAW operatives worked alongside RABOC, intensifying the oppression.
The two agents moved quickly, sticking to the shadows to avoid the prying eyes of robotic guards and patrolling drones. With the GPS raider guiding their path, they navigated through the misty alleyways and decrepit streets, reaching a hidden signal point in the Vocage alleyway where the raider stopped.
"This must be it," Agent-Farhan whispered, glancing at the coordinates on the GPS.
"Where exactly?" Agent-Jun muttered, eyeing their surroundings. The alley was overrun with rust and grime, with rats skittering along the cracked walls.
"Hold on. Follow me," Agent-Farhan motioned. They approached an old, abandoned building with a sewage lid tucked discreetly near its base. Agent-Jun lifted the lid and climbed down, cautiously closing it behind them to avoid detection. Inside the sewer, darkness closed in around them, save for the faint glint of their raider. The tunnel was alive with the scurrying of rats, adding to the ominous atmosphere as they advanced, guns raised and ready.
Eventually, the GPS indicated a door on their left. Moving cautiously, they reached the entrance, and Agent-Jun knocked. From the other side, a voice called out:
"Where are you going?"
Agent-Farhan responded, "To the martyrdom."
"Where are you from?" the voice pressed.
"From the motherland," Agent-Farhan answered.
"What's your destination?"
"To the Scarlet of Justice."
The door creaked open, revealing Abdullah Ibn Masud, a fellow agent and their contact. He nodded, allowing them inside. The room was dimly lit, a single bulb flickering overhead, casting shadows across an assortment of worn-out furniture. Closets lined the walls, and at the centre stood a table where a group of resistance members, many of them young students, sat waiting.
They all settled down, the room tense with shared purpose as the discussion began. Abu Sayid, leader of the protestors, leaned forward, his voice tight with frustration. "We held a peaceful protest, only to demand fair access to jobs. Without membership in the Lagos League, one cannot even apply. Hasina's regime controls every opportunity, and the Lagos League has become a gatekeeper—deny entry to that, and you deny employment."
As his words resonated in the room, the sense of urgency and determination solidified among those gathered. This was more than just a mission; it was a fight for freedom and justice.
"That's illegal," muttered Munia Hossain, eyes flashing with indignation.
"As we protested, the police and RABOC stormed in, attacking without mercy. The JAW agents disguised themselves as officers, and then there were the Scolant Fangs—they laid their hands on our sisters. They think they can beat us into silence, but attacking the women? That's unforgivable," said Abu Mizan, clenching his fists.
The Scolant Fangs, a violent student league and gang, are Hasina's most destructive weapon. Fuelled by greed, they manipulate and coerce others into joining their faction, causing chaos and harming civilians for personal gain. During protest movements, they turn peaceful demonstrations into massacres and are known to work directly for Jai's brutal regime.
"Who's in charge of the Scolant Fangs?" asked Agent-Jun, spreading his hands in a questioning gesture.
"There are two top henchmen—Rohan Dev and Obaidul Qudus," Agent Masud replied, showing their photos. He pointed to one image. "This one here, Rohan Dev, is an operative of JAW."
"My goodness!" breathed Farhan, momentarily speechless. "So, they've infiltrated everything."
"Exactly. The people have had enough of her tyranny," said Masud with a solemn nod. "And there's more." He revealed two additional photos, this time of police officers. "This is Biplob Kumar, head of Glaciergrave Police Station, and Harun Zubaid, leader of the Rahmatul Special Police Force Department. Hasina also controls the entire State Glaciergrave Justice Department. And one JAW agent, operating under the alias Kalid Bin Umar—real name Mazumder Doni—is head of Glaciergrave International Airport."
"My, my, how are we supposed to end this regime with Hasina's forces and JAW agents lurking everywhere?" asked Agent-Jun in frustration, clenching his fists.
"There is a way," replied Farhan, his voice resolute. "Hasina may think her power is unbreakable, but her brutality has consequences. Her crimes against her people will eventually backfire."
"What do you mean?" asked Mizan, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Farhan.
"Think about Newton's Third Law," Farhan continued, a glint in his eye.
Everyone exchanged puzzled glances until Jun asked, "How exactly will Newton's Third Law help us here?"
Farhan gave him a smirk. "Newton's Third Law states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. For instance, if I strike you, you'll naturally strike back, won't you?"
"Yes… I see what you mean," replied Jun, finally understanding.
"Precisely. Hasina has taken countless lives and inflicted suffering on innocents for her own gain. Now, she, her son Joy, and her daughter Samiya will experience the same. Her oppressive actions have consequences, and she will face them," Farhan said with a determined gleam in his eye. The group continued discussing the plan, meticulously outlining each move to bring down Hasina's regime.
As their strategy unfolded, a sudden knock echoed through the room, loud and urgent. Farhan immediately sensed something amiss. "Don't open the door," he whispered sharply, motioning for silence. But the banging grew louder, fiercer, with a heavy thud as if attempting to break down the door.
Weapons were quickly readied. The protesters took defensive stances, while Jun and Farhan reloaded their guns. On the other side of the door, Biplob and his men were preparing to storm the hideout, determined to arrest every protester and agent inside. But how had they found this sanctuary?
In a flashback, Jun and Farhan were seen sneaking into the abandoned building, unaware that a giant poster of Hasina nearby contained hidden surveillance cameras. The feed, monitored by Glaciergrave Police Station, had exposed their entry.
Back in the present, the resistance members and agents braced for action. Abu Sayid turned to Jun and Farhan. "You must escape. We'll hold them off here."
"What will you do?" asked Jun, a note of worry in his voice.
"Don't worry about us. We can resist them," Abu Sayid replied. As the door crashed open, Masud and Farhan fired, downing two officers at the entrance. The students and protesters sprang into action, defending their position with sheer determination. Amidst the fray, Abu Sayid guided Jun and Farhan to a hidden sewage passage.
"Thank you, Sayid," said Masud, clasping his shoulder in gratitude.
"This is for humanity. We all have a part to play," Sayid replied with a salute. "Go, free our land."
Returning the salute, the agents vanished into the shadows.
Meanwhile, protesters emerged from their refuge, their faces defiant. Biplob barked orders, "Ensure none of them escape!" An officer approached him. "Sir, we've searched the area thoroughly, but we haven't located the outsiders."
"Damn it," Biplob snarled. "Search everywhere—they won't get away."
Just then, Hasina's voice crackled through his earpiece, her tone a deep, cold command. "Have you captured the Rajakars(Terrorists)?"
"Yes, ma'am," Biplob replied. "We found some of them. However, it seems outsiders are aiding their cause…"
Hasina's chilling silence spoke volumes, leaving Biplob to shudder with anticipation of her next command.
"Find them and show no mercy," she commanded.
"Don't worry, ma'am. We've already captured one of them," he replied with a sinister smile.
"Has he talked yet?" she inquired.
"No, ma'am, but we're treating him with care," he answered with a dark chuckle. "He'll start talking soon enough."
"Good. Tomorrow, Jai Atharva is coming to our land. Ensure that there's no chaos," she ordered firmly.
"Yes, ma'am!" he responded.
Meanwhile, from the other side of the building, Jun, Farhan, and Masud overheard the conversation, their expressions growing tense.
"So, Roy's been captured by JAW?" asked Farhan, worry evident in his voice.
"What will we do if he talks?!" asked Jun, pacing back and forth anxiously.
"He won't talk. I know him well; we've worked together for years," replied Masud confidently.
"I hope you're right," Farhan replied, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Oh, and I nearly forgot," said Masud, pulling out his phone. He showed them the screen, which displayed JAW's hideouts and, more importantly, Roy's location. "He's at the Rahmatul Special Police Force Department (RSPFD)," he added.
"Let's go, then!" said Farhan, steeling himself as the three agents checked their weapons and prepared to approach the station covertly.
The Rahmatul Special Police Force Department was an eerily silent, fortress-like structure brimming with state-of-the-art security technology. The building's design was imposing, with four long, rectangular wings heavily guarded and patrolled by robotic sentries. Multiple spotlights swept the area, casting beams across the surrounding grounds in systematic patterns.
"How do we get in?" whispered Jun.
"There's a way," replied Farhan, signalling them to follow. Moving slowly and silently through the bushes, they made their approach. Jun spotted a surveillance camera rotating towards them, and with precision, he raised his Phantom Blade, firing and disabling it with a muffled clank.
The noise triggered an alert; robotic guards began scanning the area. Quickly, Masud hacked the robots using his tech-laden watch, temporarily disarming their functions.
The agents split up, weaving through the underbrush, systematically destroying surveillance cameras. The sudden loss of visuals alerted the police officers, who rushed outside to investigate the disturbance. Seizing the moment, the agents slipped into the headquarters undetected, locking the gate behind them and jamming the keypad with their knives.
The officers outside quickly realised it was a trap and rushed back to the headquarters, only to find the gate securely locked. Inside, the three agents faced a contingent of officers waiting for them. Harun, the head officer, appeared on a large screen, ordering the agents to surrender and drop their weapons. His threat was underscored by a brutal scene on the screen—Agent Roy being beaten mercilessly by three JAW operatives.
The three agents exchanged a knowing glance and smirked. Together, they raised their hands and flipped the hallway switch, plunging the area into pitch-black darkness. Sounds of chaos filled the air as screams, gunfire, and the swift, sharp noises of close combat echoed through the corridors. One by one, the security doors opened, allowing the agents to progress. Some officers grew visibly frightened, reluctant to engage, but mercy wasn't part of the mission tonight. Each level they advanced brought new adversaries, yet none stood a chance.
At last, they reached the room where Roy was being held. As Jun prepared to open the door, Farhan signalled him to wait. Inside, two JAW agents, Kholi Adarga and Rohit Guptahin, were pummelling a bagged and bound Roy. Rohit stood by with a sinister smirk as Jun, Farhan, and Masud stormed in, firing a precise ten shots at the agents. Masud hurried to free Roy, only for another JAW agent to smirk and raise his weapon.
"Think you can escape that easily?" Kholi sneered, aiming his gun at Farhan.
"What do you mean?" Jun asked, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"These bullets won't harm us," Rohit said with a chilling smile. "Our bodies contain Terylocyclinoxide."
Farhan laughed darkly, breaking the silence. Rohit, confused, asked, "Why are you laughing?"
"We anticipated this," Farhan replied, meeting their gazes with a deadly calm. Back when they located Roy, Farhan had checked the layout and pinpointed the JAW agents' positions. Knowing they'd face formidable foes, the agents had loaded their guns with Hydrogen Sulfuric Fluoride Bullets rounds, specifically designed to melt through Terylocyclinoxide barriers.
Returning to the present, Farhan grabbed Kholi's face with a steely grip. "This will slowly dissolve your organs from the inside out," he said as the effects took hold. Jun took out another agent who tried to ambush Masud. Meanwhile, the JAW agents' bodies began to melt, their agonised screams filling the air.
Masud made his way to the far side of the room, freeing Roy, who was severely injured. As they prepared to leave, they heard an engine start. From the window, they saw Harun attempting an escape in his BMW-126. "He's getting away!" Jun exclaimed.
"Not for long!" Roy said, handing Jun a Widowmaker A500 sniper rifle. "Use it wisely."
Jun nodded, keeping a steady aim on the vehicle's lower chamber through the scope. With a sharp pull of the trigger, the bullet struck, and fluid began leaking slowly from the car. "We need to leave," Roy said, his voice strained. "I… already set a timed bomb in the basement. It's going to detonate… any second now."
"We need to get out," Jun urged, as they prepared to escape. The distant sound of officers marching reached their ears, growing louder by the second. Without hesitation, the four agents leapt from the window, landing in the cover of thick bushes below. Moments later, officers burst into the room, scouring the area. As they realised the agents had vanished, a deafening explosion tore through the headquarters, reducing it to smouldering rubble.
"Blast it! He's escaped!" Masud muttered in frustration.
"How far could he possibly go? Straight to hell, I'd wager," Jun replied with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" Farhan asked, his brow furrowed.
"Watch this!" Jun replied, firing a single shot at a puddle of leaking fuel on the ground. The liquid ignited instantly, flames snaking rapidly towards the fleeing target. "You're more brilliant than I thought, Jun!" Farhan exclaimed, embracing him with pride.
Meanwhile, in the car, Harun's anxiety mounted as he pondered aloud, "How on earth did those three agents manage to defeat so many officers?" His thoughts interrupted, he reached for his phone to call Hasina but froze, eyes widening as he caught sight of the rear-view mirror. Reflected in the glass, a trail of fire was rapidly closing in on the vehicle.
"Accelerate—now!" he commanded his driver, who pressed the pedal to full speed. But suddenly, the car spluttered and lurched to a halt in the middle of the road. Frantically, Harun and his driver tried to escape, pulling desperately at the doors, which refused to budge. In a final, heart-stopping moment, the flames reached the car, triggering a tremendous explosion that shattered the night. Harun's chilling scream echoed briefly, then faded into silence.
"Well, looks like the rat's finally met his end," Roy remarked, watching the distant blaze. Then, glancing back at the group, he added, "So, Agent-90 didn't join us this time?"
"You've asked a very good question," Masud added.
"Actually, 90 is at rest; he's completed far too many missions already…" Farhan replied.
"Right, let's move out," said Roy, noting the time—4:30 a.m.—and knowing they needed to be prepared for their next manoeuvre as dawn approached.
As the sun began to rise, tension filled the air. The police force, RABOC, and Scolant Fangs—alongside the JAW agents—were all preparing to face an increasingly restless populace. Civilians—men, women, and children—poured from their homes to protest against the oppressive dictatorship, demanding peace. Among them were the parents of martyrs, those brave souls who had sacrificed their lives for the sake of their homeland. But Hasina's loyal enforcers, armed to the teeth, met them with brute force, bringing out jeeps mounted with machine guns and deploying robotic units to target the civilians mercilessly.
In an unexpected turn of events, the weaponry appeared to malfunction, operating independently. The machine guns fired without human control, while the robotic units turned against the police, RABOC, and Scolant Fangs, including Rohan Dev and Obaidul Qudus. Weapons began to backfire, creating chaos among Hasina's enforcers. Overhead, helicopters armed with snipers took aim at civilians. Biplob Kumar, leading the assault from above, ordered his men to fire upon the innocents below. However, the robotic pilot controlling the helicopter started erratically shifting altitude, sending the craft swinging wildly. Biplob lost his balance, plummeting 2,000 feet to the ground without a parachute, fatally colliding with the hard surface. Shortly after, the helicopter careened uncontrollably into the GPS headquarters, obliterating all personnel within.
Meanwhile, Joy, known as "The Puppet Master," was en route to the Glaciergrave Congress Meeting (GMS) in his Toyota Camry-6947, as Jai was expected to arrive at 9:30 a.m. The time read 8:59 a.m. as Joy travelled under heavy protection, flanked by five RABOC jeeps escorting him. However, unbeknownst to Joy and his security convoy, an unknown operator had been quietly tracking them, orchestrating a deadly ambush.
With a single tap on his phone, the anonymous figure activated six bombs strategically planted beneath the road. As Joy's convoy of vehicles crossed over the explosives, they detonated in unison, unleashing a powerful explosion that instantly engulfed the convoy in flames, obliterating Joy and his escorts.
Jai arrived at Glaciergrave Airport promptly at 9:30 a.m., greeted warmly by Hasina, who welcomed him with open arms. Together, they proceeded to the Glaciergrave Congress Meeting (GMS), where Jai addressed the Lagos League. With a tone of grandiosity, he announced, "Today, I am honoured that Glaciergrave Isle will soon be united with Shadowmire Isles." Meanwhile, police forces and JAW agents were on high alert, some positioned as snipers concealed in strategic locations for added security.
As Hasina listened, she noticed her son, Joy, had yet to arrive. Growing concerned, she instructed her daughter, Samiya, to call him. Despite repeated attempts, Samiya's calls went unanswered.
Unbeknownst to them, 78 JAW agents positioned their rifles, ready to fire upon any perceived threat. What they failed to realise, however, was that within their hideout lay a hidden time bomb, which suddenly detonated, engulfing them in flames. The deafening blast shook the entire building, sending shockwaves through the Lagos League members, Hasina, Samiya, and Jai, all of whom stared in horror.
Then, the unthinkable happened. A single, calculated shot rang out, and Samiya collapsed, fatally struck in the head by a long-range sniper. Seeing her daughter's lifeless body, Hasina screamed in anguish and, overcome by rage, ordered her forces to retaliate. But in the ensuing chaos, robotic soldiers turned their weapons inward, firing upon the Lagos League members, including Hasina's devout supporters, Arafat Potash and Abdul Qadier, as well as numerous police officers.
Realising the situation was spiralling out of control, Jai grabbed Hasina, urging her to flee. Bullets narrowly missed them as they raced through the chaos. The distant sound of marching protesters filled the air, growing louder with every step. The two despots attempted to evade them by turning down an alley, only to be met by a hovering helicopter, which lowered a rope ladder for their escape.
Once on board, Jai ordered the robotic pilot to fly them back to Shadowmire Isles. As the doors shut securely, the helicopter lurched, veering unexpectedly towards a nearby hill. Unable to control the malfunctioning aircraft, Jai and Hasina clung to their seats in terror as the helicopter slammed into the hillside, exploding on impact. Both perished in the fiery crash.
Back in the streets, the civilians and students of Glaciergrave Isle erupted in celebration, marking the end of Hasina's oppressive regime. Meanwhile, in Shadowmire Isles, citizens began to realise the extent of Jai's manipulations, breaking free from his control after years of deception.
Standing on the rooftop of a nearby building, Jun, Masud, Roy, and Farhan observed the jubilation of the people below, each sharing a look of quiet satisfaction. Farhan took a moment to contact Madam Di-Xian, informing her that their mission was complete. News of Hasina's and Jai's crimes quickly spread, thanks to leaked information from their informants. Across the media, headlines exposed the horrors inflicted under their tyrannical rule, igniting widespread outrage.
At SSCBF headquarters, President Song Luoyang, Wen-Li, Lan Qian, and the other officers watched the news with satisfaction. "At last, the tyrants have been defeated," Commander Krieg remarked, running a hand through his hair with a look of finality.
"Who exposed them?" Lan Qian inquired, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"We're not certain who was responsible," Wen-Li replied, exhaling a plume of smoke as she took a drag from her cigarette. "But I'm glad that Glaciergrave Isle and Shadowmire Isles are finally free from those two power-hungry tyrants."
"Ma'am, do you think it could have been Agent-90?" Lingaong Xuein asked, his expression solemn.
Wen-Li shook her head thoughtfully. "I doubt it," she replied. "Still, those two got exactly what they deserved. For too long, they manipulated minds and twisted hearts to serve their own greedy ambitions. Justice, at last, has found them."
*Agent-Roy was capture by JAW after assassination Muzumder Doni in Glaciergrave Airport before the protest