🌧️ Washington D.C. – It was raining.
A stage lit in red, a crowd of thousands, security so tight that even a sparrow couldn't enter.
The most powerful man in the world — the President of the United States — was about to give his speech.
Behind this stage… the world was already trembling.
Russian missiles were on standby.
China's naval fleets had already begun moving.
India, Pakistan, Korea — all preparing for an irreversible strike.
World War 3 was not "coming."
It had already begun — only the official announcement was left.
That announcement was going to happen here… on this stage.
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At the back of the crowd, standing in the rain with no umbrella, was Jay.
20 years old.
Born in poverty, but known across secret agencies as the deadliest hitman alive.
No FBI file had his real name.
No country had ever captured his face.
No spy agency had ever traced his shadow.
And yet, today he was here — for one final mission.
To kill the President.
And stop the war.
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In Jay's hand was a silenced pistol — 7.62 mm, one bullet was enough to finish the job.
He was not a terrorist.
He was not owned by any country.
He was a man… who had seen the world's deepest classified truths.
Jay knew the reality —
Once the President finished his live speech, Operation Phoenix would activate.
300 nuclear strikes would launch at the same time.
The world would burn in under 2 hours.
The world would die… and the war would never end.
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⏳ 10 seconds before the speech.
Jay didn't speak.
There was no anger on his face.
No pride.
Just a tired, emotionless acceptance.
> "If I kill this man… the world will call me a monster.
But if I don't… there will be no world left to speak."
Jay pulled the pistol slowly from inside his jacket.
Rainwater dripped across his hands —
and the metal of the gun was turning ice-cold.
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📍 Distance: 23 feet
Public stage.
Live global broadcast.
No escape route.
Jay started walking.
Security scanners — bypassed.
Thermal sensors — useless, he carried nothing generating heat.
Face ID cameras — Jay's face did not exist in any database.
He was not a person.
He was a ghost.
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The President stepped up to the mic.
> "My fellow citizens, today, the world stands at a historic moment—"
Jay — now only 6 feet away.
His footsteps disappeared into the sound of the rain.
He stepped forward… pulled out the pistol… and looked directly into the President's eyes as he pulled the trigger.
✓ One single sound.
No loud blast.
No scream.
The silencer was perfect.
The President's body slowly collapsed to the ground —
and the entire world, watching live, froze in shock.
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Jay did not run.
He hadn't come here to escape.
He raised his hands slowly and dropped the pistol.
Security took 20 seconds to even understand what had happened.
Then 200 soldiers rushed him.
Jay was handcuffed.
Black cloth over his face.
No lawyer.
No trial.
> "YOU JUST KILLED THE PRESIDENT!!" — they screamed.
Jay spoke only one sentence:
> "I didn't kill the President…
I killed World War 3."
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14 hours later – Secret Facility, Nevada Desert
Jay was not taken to court.
Jay was not sentenced to death.
Jay was taken to a place known only as "The Chamber."
A transparent glass capsule.
Controlled oxygen.
Body alive, but cut off from the world.
Not life imprisonment…
but life erasure.
No newspaper would print his name.
No history book would mention his existence.
The world survived…
but Jay was buried — alive.
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Jay's eyes slowly began to close.
Lights inside the chamber dimmed.
Outside, the white-coat officials spoke:
> "He was too dangerous to be free."
"Nobody must know he existed."
"History will record it as a stroke, not an assassination."
Jay's last thought was:
> "The world survived…
but I am the one paying the price."
And the chamber locked shut with a cold mechanical seal.
Jay — alive…
but dead to the world.
The story is still ongoing, wait for the new chapter.