Continuing her story, Maya said—
"I'm here to get you all out. Pick up your teammate… and follow me."
The man spoke those words without turning back as he stepped out through the doorway. His face was hidden behind the mask, but even then, Lieutenant General Bakshi could sense something deeply unsettling—
It felt as if that man had no emotions at all.
But this wasn't the time to think about that.
Right now… survival mattered.
Trusting his words, Bakshi helped Dr. Tiwari up, and along with the others, followed him out.
Within minutes, as they moved deeper through the ruins, they found more captured soldiers—weak, injured… but alive.
At the front, the black-clad commando moved ahead with a gun in hand—silent, focused, unstoppable.
Behind him, Bakshi and a few trained soldiers followed cautiously. At the very end, Mahesh supported the professor, helping him walk.
And everywhere they looked—
Bodies.
Terrorists… scattered across the ground, soaked in blood.
Bakshi's eyes widened as he walked past them, his mind racing.
What the hell…? Everyone's been wiped out.
But if there was gunfire… or a fight… we should've heard something back in that cell… so what happened here? How are they all just lying dead like this?
His gaze slowly shifted… landing on the man walking just a few steps ahead of him.
That black commando.
Bakshi moved closer, lowering his voice—
"Hey… which division are you from? And how many people are involved in this mission?"
It was a natural question.
But the answer he got—
Was anything but normal.
Without slowing down… without even looking at him… the man replied—
"Sorry. I can't tell you who I'm with."
A pause.
"As for this mission… I'm the only one here."
Bakshi stopped for a fraction of a second.
Alone…?
His eyes locked onto the man again.
He's taken down all of them… by himself?
A flicker of disbelief crossed his face.
And why the hell is he so fast…?
Before Bakshi could process it—
A door along the tunnel suddenly creaked open.
A terrorist stepped out, speaking in his language, unaware of what awaited him.
Bakshi stiffened instantly.
"Enemy…"
The man spotted them—and in a split second, raised his gun.
Behind him, two more figures appeared inside the room.
Bakshi's team froze.
His mind raced.
Damn… bad timing.
Two more inside… I don't have the stamina to take them all out… and taking down this one without making noise—
Before the thought could finish—
The black commando moved.
A blur.
He closed the distance in an instant—
THWACK.
A sharp strike to the neck.
The terrorist dropped instantly—no sound, no struggle.
Bakshi's eyes widened in shock.
He hadn't even seen the movement clearly.
But it didn't stop there.
In the same motion, the commando pulled out a knife from his kit—
Stepped inside—
And drove it straight into the chest of the second man.
Clean.
Fast.
Dead.
Bakshi stood frozen.
This… this is madness.
He took down two armed men… without even using a gun.
His gaze remained locked on the commando.
What kind of soldier is this…?
Before he could even process further—
"From now on… we stay alert."
The commando spoke calmly, scanning the path ahead.
Everyone looked at him.
His voice remained emotionless as he continued—
"Pick up weapons from the bodies."
A pause.
"I'll handle all targets."
He added, cold and precise—
"Unless it's an emergency… don't fire your guns."
Bakshi blinked.
"Y-Yeah… sure."
He said it… but inside, his pride took a hit.
Damn it… he's treating us like extra baggage.
We're soldiers too.
Meanwhile, the commando pulled out a silenced pistol.
He paused—listening.
Every sound.
Every movement.
Then suddenly—
He raised his gun.
And ran.
Fast.
Too fast.
Enemies appeared ahead—
But before they could react—
Thup.
Thup.
Thup.
Each bullet found its mark.
One shot.
One kill.
Bodies dropped like cut strings.
As they advanced, the ground behind them turned into a trail of corpses.
Then—
A turn.
From ahead, voices echoed.
Multiple enemies.
Bakshi tightened his grip on his weapon, stepping forward with renewed confidence.
"There are many ahead…" he muttered to himself. "This time, he'll need help."
His stance shifted—ready, steady.
"We should move carefully now."
But the next moment—
He saw the commando.
Running even faster.
Bakshi's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What is he doing?! In situations like this, you think first, then act—"
But before he could finish—
Everything happened in a flash.
As the commando reached the turn—
He dropped low—
Sliding across the ground with insane precision—
And opened fire mid-motion.
Thup. Thup. Thup.
Before the enemies could even aim—
They were already dead.
Five men.
Gone.
In less than a minute.
The commando didn't even pause.
With lightning speed, he swapped the magazine—
Stood up—
And sprinted forward again.
Bakshi reached the spot seconds later.
He looked around—
Five bodies.
Lifeless.
No resistance.
No fight.
For a moment…
He almost felt sorry for them.
They didn't even get a chance…
He lifted his gaze—
Watching the commando disappearing ahead like a shadow.
One of the soldiers beside him muttered—
"That guy… he's not human. He's a monster… or worse."
A pause.
"But he's reckless. His fighting style… it doesn't feel like military training."
Bakshi didn't respond.
Because the truth was—
He didn't understand it either.
Shaking off the thought, he ran forward.
Within moments, they reached the exit of the ruins.
Just before stepping out—
The commando stopped.
Pressed against the wall.
Hidden.
He carefully observed the outside.
Then raised his hand—
Forming a fist.
A clear military signal.
Stop.
Everyone halted immediately and gathered behind him.
Without turning back, he spoke—
"We wait here for one minute."
Bakshi frowned.
"Why?"
The commando slowly turned his head—
Just enough for his gaze to meet Bakshi's.
And in that moment—
Bakshi felt it.
A chill.
A silent, terrifying pressure.
As if something deep inside him… had just trembled.