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 were lost in the beginning and The Last Shot has been activated itself.

All mainlands were in the same alert state...Asia too...

The whole world started watching the same broadcast.

It was the live broadcast of Danesh's assassination broadcast to the world by two disturbing golden masked silhouettes.

"Hello, adoring citizens of the world. We have forced you to watch this broadcast but we have breaking news for all of you. Your world will shine forever, starting today..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't jump in it, my friend. We should introduce ourselves first."

"Of, sorry, Nube. This friend of mine is Nube and I am Yube, dear watchers. We are here to give you good news, people. Do you want to do this, Nube? I am very excited."

"I am excited too, Yube. This is the most glorious day of humanity"

"Exactly, Nube. Dear watchers; the driver of that car who is trying to escape is the most vicious murderer in this world. We found him for you. We will execute him today in front of billions of people. Should they take their kids away in front of the screens, Nube?"

"Is this a joke, Yube? They should watch this. Our little watchers also have to stay in front of the screen to learn the price of being a bad person!"

"You are right, Nube. I'm sure that our beloved watchers are eager to see that devil's face. Now is the time!"

A picture of Danesh appeared on the bottom left corner of the screen.

"You see this guy. He is the most cold-blooded murderer in history. We are doing this for you, people. We are doing this for a peaceful world."

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*** A factory building in Malaysia ***

The security guard who got helped by Danesh was watching the broadcast. "Of, no. Run, boy!"

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*** An office in Kuala Lumpur ***

"No, no, no...LIEEEEEEEEEE!"

"DON'T LOOK, PUTRI!" A man hugged her to block her vision, but Putri forcefully pushed him back in tears. She forcefully raised the index finger of her trembling right hand, pointing weakly at the screen. "My...brother..."

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*** A house in Kuala Lumpur ***

"STOP!" The woman was trying to stop her husband.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Aidan ran straight to the door of his house when he saw his friend's photo on the screen.

"Please, Aidan, do not go". His wife was grabbing his arm and begging.

"He is my best friend, my love, please, let me go!"

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*** Another house in Kuala Lumpur ***

A plate fell to the floor and broke...

All the women stared at the TV in deathly silence...

When they heard the sound of plates breaking, they got scared and tried to interfere with their friend, but when they saw her face, they couldn't...

Tears...Many tears were falling from her eyes...

One of the women tried to turn off the television but she grabbed her arm, hurting her.

"My...son..." Two weak words came out of her mouth as she stared at the screen with narrowed eyes.

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*** Somewhere in Europe ***

All the customers in one of the city's crowded bars were watching the big screen in silence.

A big and ugly European man was also watching the live broadcast. He drank his beer and placed the empty glass on the table. "So you triggered the Third World War, my friend..."

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*** The Broadcast ***

"Hey, Yube. A photograph is not enough to prove his crimes, I assume."

"Yes, you are right, Nube."

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A video recording was playing now. The crime scene was inside a large cave.

Danesh killed the two men by smashing their breasts with his bare hands. While he was doing this, there were two poor children and a woman a little further ahead. All three of them watched this massacre by Danesh with fear.

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And again Nube and Yube appeared on the screen.

"Is this enough, Nube?"

"It is more than that, Yube. This evil man murdered two poor civilians who were trying to protect three innocent people against him with their guns. Also with bare hands! How could he do that?"

"Because he is the devil. Then, it is showtime, Nube"

The footage just before was actually of the terrorists Danesh killed months ago to save innocent civilians. There was a hidden camera in the cave that day and Danesh hadn't noticed it.

And their enemies now adorned those records with lies and served them to the communities.

"Yes, Yube. BRING IT ON!"

"DO IT!" Yube declared to the people in the helicopters.

Helicopters began to fire heavy weapons at Danesh's car, and shortly after, two rockets fired, hitting their targets.

The camera is zoomed into the car.

An explosion occurred in front of the car and Proton Waja took off and somersaulted.

When the vehicle reached a height of three meters from the ground, the driver's side door opened and its driver, Danesh, jumped to the ground. He had minor burns on his body, and his left shoulder was bleeding from one of the bullets that hit him.

His car fell into the flames, rolled over, and exploded. He stood upright in front of the flames as if he had never been hurt. He didn't have a pained demeanor, just staring calmly at the road, not at the camera, the flames, or the helicopters.

There were vehicles coming towards him from that direction. Cars, buses… Some of them stopped because they caught fire, some of them stopped because they were damaged, and some were stopped by their drivers because the passengers were simply afraid. They were all victims of the helicopter attack.

Helicopters were hovering in the air. They were no longer attacking because a new attack had begun.

A large number of motorcycles emerged from the midst of the vehicles of innocent civilians and were driven directly towards Danesh by their drivers.