*** One hour before the invasion ***
Danesh left the building of the factory. He put a cigarette in his mouth but his friends came before lighting it.
"Hey, dude, is it true?" Mikhail rushed over to Danesh in a panic.
"I won't tell you a new shocking notice, gossip girl" Danesh smiled.
"How can you joke about this, man, what was the reason?" Another friend of Danesh asked.
"Do I have another option, my friend?"
"It was my mistake". The same security guard came around them.
After Amina joined them, they had a short and warm farewell chat, and Danesh left the workplace never to return.
He went to his 2000 model Proton Waja car, took one last look around with a smile on his face, and got in, but it didn't start. He took a deep breath, lit another cigarette, and picked up his cell phone.
"Hi, mom, how are you?"
"Hi, my lazy son. Did you come home?"
"Huh, are you not at home?"
"Why do you ask this? Am I your slave?"
"Haha, no mom, I only asked."
"I am with all the young ladies of our neighborhood. We are at one of them's houses."
"You are the youngest and most beautiful girl there."
His mother laughed. "I love you, boy. Eat well when you go home."
As he started the engine, many purple, red, yellow lights flashed inside the vehicle... His car almost turned into a nightclub... He turned the inside of the vehicle back to normal by turning off a button on the panel, and a screen went up. It was like an expensive high-tech car, but it was all his own work, which he did with his own wit and dexterity. He had changed the controls of his car to a new MB model, but it was a bit old-fashioned because the car had a lot of wires inside.
Pressing another button, he automatically pulled a small pocket from the panel and put his phone in that pocket. He drove his car through narrow streets at first, then reached the highway.
His phone rang... <Someone is calling, someone is calling!> These words appeared on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hello, huh? Am I a callcenter guy?"
"Of, sorry Aidan. I was kind of busy today. I did not look at the screen of the phone. What's up?"
"Thanks, man, where are you?"
"I'm on my way. To home."
"We will gather to drink beer in the usual place within an hour. Come there."
"I am not in the mood, I can't come, Aidan, sorry."
"Hey, I am married and can go everywhere easily. You are all alone but can't? What's your problem, man?"
A woman's sound was heard behind Aidan. "YOU CAN NOT GO ANYWHERE, AS I TOLD YOU BEFORE, YOU USELESS HUSBAND!" Aidan's wife's voice stressed the conversation in the background.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WOMAN! I WILL GO!"
Danesh smiled and started to talk. " OK, Aid..."
<WARNING! TWO OBJECTS ARE APPROACHING, WARNING! TWO OBJECTS ARE APPROACHING!> The system started to alert and these words appeared on the screen.
Danesh frowned. Pressing another button made a radar screen appear and he saw two dots approaching the center of the radar. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw two black dots approaching from afar and growing.
"Sorry, Aidan. I will skip tonight as I told you. Bye." He unplugged the phone, typed a code by pressing the phone screen, and threw the phone out the window. The phone exploded as soon as it fell to the ground.
Danesh floored the accelerator pedal, increasing the speed of his vehicle to 140 km/h, but the objects were faster than him. Danesh checked again in the mirror to make sure they were shaped like a military helicopter.
The car's screen changed on its own without Danesh's intervention because his car had also been hacked. A news broadcast, which was viewing his vehicle from inside a helicopter, appeared on his vehicle's screen. Danesh realized that these were military helicopters approaching his vehicle. In the lower right corner of the screen was a small square of two people wearing golden masks with long noses talking like announcers presenting a football game from the studio. Their bodies were covered with robes made from some relics.
Danesh grinned. "So, you came out of your caves!". Pressing another button made the screen turn off, but a few seconds later the broadcast screen reappeared. Danesh grabbed and detached some cables to get rid of the problem completely and the screen went completely black.
The rear window was shattered as the helicopters started firing and bullets were coming from behind nonstop. Danesh increased the speed of the Proton Waja to 180 km/h by making hard steering movements to avoid bullets and vehicles on the road.
He was lucky that there weren't many vehicles on the road, but a bus and its license plate caught his attention. He noticed that the bus Amina used for her work was right in front of his car.
"Damn!" He said and drove his vehicle to the left of the bus and increased its speed to 200 km/h. Thanks to his previous work on the engine of his car, it was able to reach very high speeds. He quickly passed the bus, looked in the rearview mirror, and saw several motorcycles. Because they were moving so fast, he realized that they were also after him.
Glad that he was able to get away from the bus, preventing further damage to Amina and the other passengers on board, he looked in the mirror again and saw two new objects. Focusing on reducing the damage to other vehicles on the road, he was too late to escape because the rockets were about to hit his car.
Rockets fired by helicopters seconds earlier entered Danesh's car through the rear window, hitting the windshield, and as they got out, they crashed into the highway and exploded.
Danesh's car also took off with the impact of the explosions and did somersaults in midair, going straight into the flames...
These spyware codes that hacked online devices all over the world were unlike any other... They were generated by a special man... The creator called these codes <The Last Shot>, which he developed for a special disposable job. It was a one-way ticket. He had produced this for only a short time to reach all of humanity. However, he was unaware that <The Last Shot> had been stolen from him by a dark organization. <The Last Shot> was triggered by them. It began to expand on interactive systems, invading the entire network system around the world. Whole interactive devices have been hacked by it in the U.S.A. Pentagon, The White House, NASA, digital screens on Times Square, the screens on the shopping malls, the latest models of televisions in houses, all cellphones... The whole U.S.A was on alert... It was the same in Europe...All devices' connections we
Motorcyclists were riding straight to Danesh. More than ten motorcyclists, all dressed in uniform gray motorcycle helmets and biker suits, pulled their guns with their right hands and continued to ride towards him.The perpetrators could have easily killed the Danes by continuing their attack with helicopters, but their aim was not just murder but complete humiliation.Motorcyclists started firing their mini-uzi-type semi-automatic weapons.Instead of running away, Danesh started to run directly at them.His enemies were trying to shoot him and control their motorcycle at the same time, but as Danesh was on foot, he was free to move and took advantage of that. As he ran, he made several circles, jumping into the air, doing a flip, and kicking the first motorcyclist's head with the sole of his foot.While the biker was flying backward from the effect of the impact, he dropped his
Unlike the others, a new motorcycle rider who was wearing a yellow biker suit and helmet, whose body shape turned out to be a woman, appeared and came to the creature.The creature had pierced Danesh's body in countless places with its tentacles, keeping his body still suspended in the air, causing blood to spill everywhere.Speakers on the air started to make announcements again."What's this, Yube?""I am not sure but do not get tricked by its appearance, Nube. That creature is a helper, it is clear.""You are right, Yube. We captured the most terrible villain in the world thanks to it.""Is he still alive?""It seems like that, Yube. Our watchers are not happy, in my opinion. They think this was too easy for him.""I agree, Nube. Then, let's give a chance to our love
Humanity did not have a chance to understand what was going on, as all the screens in the world went black for a short time and then started showing the battlefield again.Malaysia's AH141 highway that hosted the assassination and the small screen with the golden masked attack leaders were active again, but there was chaos on both screens.There was also a difference in the broadcast. There was no longer a broadcast from the helicopter in the air, it was understood from the shooting point of view that the recording was taken by someone who was on the ground.Changes on the battlefield could now be observed as the camera was moved continuously in an amateur manner.Helicopters stolen from the army and used by the perpetrators had crashed on the ground and were burning in flames. They had been attacked.Some of the motorcyclists had been killed and some had been taken as prisoners.
All battles have ended... The broadcast has finished...Humanity has calmed down now. But there has been another war inside the e-world and people were not aware of this. It was on the Dark Web. There were many different dangerous groups, such as those who pursue shady actions, those who seek opportunities to harm people or states, those who seek money... Some of the groups were only in there for knowledge. They were trying to find clues that were hidden by people or groups who were powerful, wealthy, dignitaries, monopolized in their field in the world. When the syndicate started attacking Danesh, some activated a communications server there. A group of eight hackers... &%/787ddsf6fdf8!dfdsDFgFG - "What is this, man?" DruidGallain - "I am only watching like you, they are making a show for the whole world now" G - "These c
*** Mikhail's house ***Although Mikhail had quit smoking five years ago, he was smoking a cigarette taken from a pack he kept to serve to guests on the balcony of his home, where he lived alone.Like billions of people, he had watched the broadcast and prayed, but his close friend had died...Although he heard the sound of his phone starting to ring in the living room, he continued to smoke his cigarette and watch the sky with dull eyes, but every time his phone was turned off, it started to ring again.When the caller did not give up, he gave up and went to the living room and took the phone by looking at the screen. "HOLY FU.K!" He was in shock. <DANESH IS CALLING> This sentence was on the screen.He hesitated to answer because his friend was dead...Someone else was calling on his friend's phone. Who was he or she?
It was midnight...On the way home, Nur threw her phone into the chassis of a moving truck and got rid of it just as Danesh had said.Now she was just sitting on the balcony, observing and thinking...Her husband had left them twenty-three years ago, when Danesh was just 5 years old, without explanation. He was an alcoholic who constantly drank and abused them at home, so his disappearance was not a complete disaster for Nur.Afterward, she worked extra hard for her children, making Danesh an engineer and Putri a financial expert. Nur had raised her children well, they were good people, she knew that. A lot of terrible things happened in a few hours, but she knew it. Danesh was a good boy, she never believed what bad people said.The bell rang and she interrupted her thoughts and opened the door."Hello, Ms. Nur. I am a friend of Danesh."&nbs
*** White House...The USA ***"Then, we should prevent a possible uprising in public, you say.""Yes, Mr. President..."Secretary-General said."Then, call the Chairman of the United Nations and apply for an urgent meeting""What will we demand from the nations?" the Chief of Staff asked."We will declare this Danesh guy a terrorist.""Sir, are we sure to do that?""We need time to investigate this <Syndicate> organization and this Danesh guy said they infiltrated everywhere, doesn't he?. We shouldn't expose our true intention until capturing all members of them. And what's wrong with accusing a dead guy of protecting the remaining citizens of the world?""I am sorry, Mr. President but I am against it. He sacrificed himself