Mr.K and Clara are still at the restaurant. Initially, they intended to wait there until the terrorist left. Unfortunately, not followed by their predictions.
The terrorist remains in his position, not even moving in the slightest as if waiting for the right time to make the next move.
Mr.K, who can understand the situation, as soon as possible, takes the next step.
"Hey, how about I took you to your home now? It's been a long time we haven't played together," Mr.K said, giving code to Clara, the client.
Clara, who was responsive, pretended as if she was thinking about considering the answer to Mr.K.
"Alright, I'll come with you ... anyway from tomorrow, you will be my assistant," Clara said casually.
Finally, Clara followed Mr.K's footsteps, and as predicted by Mr.K, the terrorist followed their steps from afar.
'Got it!' murmured Mr.K in his heart.
Mr.K casually opened his car door and invited his client into the car.
In the car, Mr.K immediately wrote something on a piece of paper that he put on the bench of his car, and after that, he gave it to Clara.
'Immediately, you open your jacket. Check if there is a bugging device attached to your jacket, but remember to move as naturally as possible, still, pay attention to your movements, and put your cellphone box in the dashboard in front of you.'
Without a word, Clara did everything instructed by Mr.K.
Without opening his mouth, Clara tried to nudge Mr.K, who was beside her and gave him the code that she found a small bug like a shirt button attached to her jacket.
Mr. K, who saw that immediately put the bug in the dashboard box in front of Clara, where Clara put her cellphone into the dashboard
After being felt safe by Mr.K, then both of them voiced.
"Why did you tap and my cellphone to put it in the dashboard box? Will, they do not hear our conversation?" Clara asked.
"No they will not hear our conversation, I have damaged the frequency of the bug, the box is specifically for scrambling the bug," Mr. K said, while driving his car, besides that Clara seemed to nod her head.
"By the way, you're good at acting Mr.K," Clara teased, "Oh yeah, you don't want to open your sunglasses?" continued Clara satire at Mr.K.
"Of course ... No," Mr.K said with a flat tone.
"Why? You can see my face like this, Not many tablets can see an artist like me from close range," Clara said in an arrogant tone.
"Just so you know, you are fortunate to see my real face up close, because all my clients have never seen my face, even though I have to wear these sunglasses and masks," said Mr.K coldly.
Clara could only blink her bead to hear Mr.K's speech that seemed to hit him with his words earlier.
'Lucky? He joked, 'Clara grumbled to herself.
"What is your plan ?" Clara asked curtly, folding her hand over her chest.
"You just see. Oh yeah, after I searched your data like there is an identity that you hid from the public?" Mr.K asked sharply without glancing at Clara.
Clara seemed to sip her saliva for a moment. She knew that Mr.K would find out the identity he had been hiding from the public because, after all, his real character was what was threatening him according to his feelings.
"Yes, there is."
"As I thought, it looks like you already know the possibility of your lighting has related to your identity that you hide from the public as long as you become an artist," said Mr. K with ease.
Clara ignored Mr.K's statement, but only shrugged her shoulders as if he were ignorant of what Mr.K said.
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