章節 2: 1. Infiltration

_THIRD PERSON POV_

A man, dressed in all black from head to toe, moved with precision and stealth, infiltrating the heavily guarded Chinese soldier compound. His every movement was calculated, his breath steady despite the danger surrounding him. The darkness of the night provided him cover as he slipped past the guards, their rifles slung lazily over their shoulders. He had one mission: to save his captured friend.

His heart pounded as he approached the main building, where he knew his Friend was being held. The soldiers were everywhere, patrolling with sharp eyes, but he had trained for this. With silent steps, he edged closer, his senses heightened. Each shadow became an ally, every sound a potential threat.

The man crouched behind a stack of crates, listening to the distant footsteps of patrolling soldiers. His jaw clenched as anger flared within him. "I swear, when I get out of here, I'll kill that politician," he muttered under his breath.

He slipped through a narrow alley between two buildings, his eyes constantly scanning for threats. Reaching a door on the side of the main building, he carefully picked the lock, his hands moving swiftly but silently. As the lock clicked open, he pressed his back to the wall, peering inside.

There was a guard, sitting lazily at a desk, unaware of the intruder. "You have no idea what's coming," the man whispered, drawing his silenced pistol. He aimed carefully and fired once. The guard slumped forward without a sound.

Moving inside, he crept down the dimly lit corridor, his senses on high alert. He knew his friend wasn't far. He had memorized the layout from the intel he gathered, and the holding cells were just around the corner.

Just then, he hears a cold mechanical voice.

-Host your Friend Future Generation is in Danger You have to Hurry up-

(If you have watched Commando you will get it)💀

I'm almost there," the man responded, his voice calm despite the tension. He turned the corner and saw the heavy metal door that led to the cells. "Hang on, I'm coming for you," he whispered to himself, picturing his friend behind that door, waiting.

As the man reached the heavy metal door, he heard faint, muffled voices coming from the other side. His heart sank. He pushed it open slightly, just enough to peer inside, and what he saw made his blood run cold.

A soldier stood beside his friend, who was bound to a chair, beaten and exhausted. But what caught his attention was the thin metal thread the soldier held in his hands, connecting his friend's Penis to a heavy iron ball resting on the ground.

The soldier smirked cruelly as he began wrapping the thread tighter around the man's friend's Penis. "This is going to hurt more than anything you've ever felt," he said in a low, menacing voice, pulling the thread taut. The weight of the iron ball dangled dangerously at the edge of the table, threatening to drop and tear into his Penis flesh.

Without wasting a second, the man burst through the door, his silenced pistol raised. "Drop it," he commanded, his voice low but lethal.

The soldier turned in shock, his hand still holding the thread. "What the-" he began, but he didn't finish the sentence. Two precise shots hit him square in the chest, sending him crashing to the floor.

Rushing to his friend, the man quickly untied the thread from the iron ball before the iron ball could do any damage. While working quickly to free him from the chair. And give he clothes, that no one knows where it comes from.

His friend winced as the tension left his Little brother, but looked up with a weak grin. "Took you long enough," he rasped, attempting a weak smile despite his condition.

The man chuckled, though his eyes were still sharp with focus. "Couldn't let them have their fun." He glanced down at the lifeless body of the soldier, the metal ball still resting ominously on the table. "Let's get you out of here."

(I feel like I have written something Dark)💀

"We need to get out of here before they realize what's happening," the man said, glancing at the door. "Can you walk?"

"I'll manage," Karan replied, grimacing as he put weight on his feet.

______Note__

(I don't know how Karan arrived in India from China So , I hope you like this just give me an idea and I will Rewrite it later.)

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Dev and Karan, though battered and exhausted, moved swiftly through the compound, keeping to the shadows. They knew that escaping was only half the battle—the real challenge was getting out of the country and back to India without being detected.

Once outside the walls of the compound, they found a temporary shelter in an abandoned warehouse. Karan, still weak from the torture, leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

"We can't go to the border checkpoints," he said, wincing. "They'll be expecting us."

Dev nodded. "We won't. I've got a contact in Shanghai, someone who owes me a favor. He can get us on a cargo ship heading back to India."

"Shanghai?"Karan raised an eyebrow. "That's across half the country."

Dev smirked. "I am Just Joking, Bro."

...

Dev crouched low, his eyes scanning the rugged terrain Map. His face was set in determination, every muscle in his body tense. "We need the fastest route, Karan. No detours. We're heading straight for Doklam."

Karan, equally skilled and sharp from years of combat, glanced at Dev, his expression serious. "Doklam? That's right in the middle of the China-Bhutan-India tri-junction. It's swarming with Chinese troops."

"I know," Dev responded, his voice steady, "but there's a path through the mountains that avoids the main patrols. It's narrow, dangerous, but it'll get us across the border into India before anyone realizes we're there."

Karan gave a half-smirk, adjusting his gear. "You've always had a knack for crazy things."

Dev glanced at him, eyes focused. "Don't tell me you are thinking about other routes?, I know, you were thinking about the same route as I."

Karan's grin widened, the spark of challenge in his eyes. "Alright, then Let's Go."

With a nod, the two commandos moved into the wilderness, their training and instincts guiding them through the treacherous terrain. Each step was calculated, every sound absorbed by the night. They weren't just running for safety—they were wondering what a bad of hell luck they have,

Luckily they would make it to India.

(It was like an intro nothing more nothing less.)

Second Chapter Dilerkot.