Yakup was fourteen years old at the time. He had chosen something that very few people would choose and decided to go to high school. Especially coming out of an orphanage and going to high school was very rare in a place like Ankara. Because if you were lucky, why would you spend four years of your thirty years of life in an institution like high school, which was not really necessary? But Yakup came first in the orphanage's exams and managed to get into high school.
There were only two high schools in the whole of Ankara and one of them was Yakup's Ankara Science High School. In his first year, he was an introvert and asocial. However, he was not someone who could be teased easily as he had been struggling for his life since a very young age and was always fighting in the orphanage. Still, since he had no friends, he didn't leave the classroom unless he needed to eat or go to the restroom, and kept his mind occupied with books and lessons.
A civil servant's son named Kemal, on the contrary, was a tall and molded boy from a rich family. While he was good with people, he was also very quarrelsome and aggressive. Yakup avoided contact with him and stayed away from them to avoid getting into trouble.
Yet one day, right after he met Kader, he got up the courage to fight with him - just because he was his love rival. What was the result?
Absolute defeat.
Kemal was born with a superior physique. Although he was only fourteen years old, he looked like a deserter. He even failed to pass through security, simply because he didn't look like a child. The difference was like the difference between a child and an adult.
Why did he recall this memory?
Yakup watched in amazement as Boris's bullets in the back of his neck ricocheted and grazed his own ear. The determination on his face as he pulled the trigger gave way to terror and fear. Boris moved his hand to the back of his neck as if a fly had bitten him, then checked his fingers. Frustration mixed with anger appeared in his eyes.
"Yakup," Boris said, turning his head away. "This makes me very angry."
When Yakup saw Boris's ice-blue eyes take a vertical form, like cat's eyes, he felt his most primal instinct, the fear of survival, in his bones. Without hesitation, he fired the remaining bullets in his pistol.
Bang! - Bang! - Bang! - Bang!
But it was useless.
The bullets ricocheted off Boris' face and came back at him. He had to throw himself back to avoid being hit by his own bullets. As he threw back, he reached for the sniper rifle on his back. Boris, even as a Overhuman, should not have been able to resist a high-caliber weapon at such close range.
"You're trying in vain," Boris said and turned. His sudden move was faster than Yakup's eyes could follow. He grasped his wrist like an eagle's talon, and there was a terrible 'CRACK' as he did so. At the same time, in one move, all the weapons Yakup had on him shattered.
Yakup was swept off his feet.
As if it was nothing, Boris grabbed the eighty-five-pound young man by the throat and lifted him into the air.
"You think you can stand up to a Overhuman. Your unprecedented arrogance will soon lead to your destruction. I thought you had changed, but the General is right, those outside the wall must be exterminated."
Yakup's face turned red.
"Major Kaya is very dangerous," Boris said. With his other hand, calmly, as if twisting the arms of a doll, he broke Yakup's limbs. Yakup turned red with pain and struggled not to scream. "I'm not worried anymore, though."
He didn't care about the camp or the exam. None of Boris Obelensky's problems concerned him anymore. The deep-sleeping identity had awakened, and the bullets that Yakup had just fired carried Boris Obelensky's troubles.
Folduin Oriven knew he had been exposed. The exposure of a member of the Gray Team was a big problem, he had to inform his superiors immediately. He was instructed to go immediately to an Embassy Building or Gate and follow protocol. For five years, he had lived and worked under the name Boris Obelensky and, as instructed, had purged the 'ordinary people' who posed a threat to Paradion's enemies and interests.
He could never have imagined that the people outside the wall were so ruthless and hateful. The Prometheus Project in particular was like a cancer cell threatening the fate of Paradion. Though still in the experimental stage, if Project Prometheus succeeded and ordinary people succeeded in creating the Hunter Killer, the winner of the all-out war could change.
Folduin did not worry about his other teammates. He was not the only spy sent to Project Prometheus. But he needed to meet them. Unfortunately, they hadn't established emergency protocols for situations like this. No one expected those outside the wall to be so capable.
Folduin looked at Yakup and shrugged. Then, with a small flick of his arm, he tossed it into the puddle. As a Master Level Hunter, he didn't care much for such situations. He also wanted to repay Yakup for saving his life two months ago.
"Whether you survive or not depends on you, subhuman."
Folduin decided to contact the other spies and call them to inform them of the situation. He had a rough idea of where they were. So finding them might not be as difficult as he thought.
What worried him was the possibility of being excommunicated by the Church of Purity when he returned. For better or worse, he had been living outside the walls for five years. There was a good chance he would be excommunicated on his return for impurity.
Folduin leapt like a bird in flight to a tree branch and jumped dozens of meters away. In a single jump he had traveled almost fifty meters, something that Elite Hunters could hardly achieve. The Class D Voidhopper was an extremely powerful beast of the grasshopper kind. Since it was currently Master Level, 10% of its blood was similar to Voidhopper.
Folduin frowned after reaching the edge of the valley. After landing on a tree branch, he bent his knees and sniffed the air. When he smelled the freshly cut grass, a bad feeling came over him, and when his senses became insanely alarmed, he jumped from the branch.
Vziit!
When he heard that familiar but nightmarish sound, a hole opened in his diaphragm and he sank into the rocks behind him. He had no idea what was happening. When he heard the sound, he felt an intense pain and found himself here.
With wide-open eyes, Folduin looked at the large wound in his abdomen. His fist could easily have fit through the gaping hole. And it had apparently lodged in his internal organs and had not come out the other side. Folduin looked up quickly, his eyes flickering with terror.
Major Kaya had his hands clasped behind his back. He was looking at Folduin with his icy expression, his back to the rocks. Even when he saw the fear in his eyes, his expression did not change, he looked at the men beside him and signaled with his head.
"You subhuman, how dare you defy your master!"
Woooshh!
Folduin jumped up. The information he had received about Major Kaya was that he was a member of a liberationist organization called the İttihat ve Terakki. It was an old name, but it still had the same effect. Over the course of three years, he had killed dozens of people from this organization. And now another one was going to join them.
Vziit! - Vziit!
The bullets pierced Folduin's shoulders and sent him flying backwards. Blood spurted from his body, and blue energy shot up into the sky. Folduin flew about ten meters, crashed into the rocks and slid to the ground like a fly.
He was torn between life and death. It was not so easy to kill a Overhuman. He rolled to the side and tried to crawl, tried to hide from the snipers.
"They're like cockroaches."
One of the instructors next to Major Kaya smiled wryly as he saw Folduin's desperate flight. He drew his service pistol from his waist and made his way towards Folduin.
"Fox..." Folduin whispered. "I wish the Wolf would kill me."
"You think you're so precious, kid," he said, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The first bullet entered Folduin's temple but failed to penetrate completely. Folduin was laughing madly despite the blood covering his face. He seemed to forget his pain. Blood poured from his pierced shoulders and stomach, but he didn't care.
When the Fox fired the second bullet just above the first, like a hammer hitting a nail, it drove the first bullet through the temple and into the brain.
"You should have listened to my lesson, kid."
The fox dropped to his knees and closed Folduin's open eyes.