News of the death of top official Karl Magine Grow and his family spread widely in various media. All the news says the death of Karl and his family due to the massacre of a group of people. However, various parties have conducted research and search for the perpetrators of the murder. And in the past two days, there have been no items or things that suspect someone as the culprit. This has made all law enforcement officials and police officers desperately trying to find the culprit. Even thousands of news seekers also took part in guessing who was the killer behind the death of Karl's family with several fabricated pieces of evidence.
Harry came into the room.
"Mister. Time for the latest shoe and coat photo shoot," he reported when he arrived in front of his master's table.
Lucas closed the newspaper he had been reading. He put the wine glass on the table.
"All right ... Let's divert the disgusting news Karl," he said and then stood up from his swivel chair while tidying up his black coat.
"Harry. You've sent Karl's son, haven't you?" he asked as he stepped out of his study.
"Yes, sir," replied Harry who followed behind him.
Lucas nodded. "His new identity?"
"Still being taken care of by Mike, sir."
"Where, Erix?"
Harry fiddled with his iPad. "Erix is dating the woman at the restaurant blue varied," he answered without taking his eyes off the Ipad screen.
"Stupid woman!"
Harry closed his iPad. Smiling in response to his master's remarks. That's right ... Only a stupid woman would date an accomplished liar like Erix. Moreover, he a mouth full of drama and a disgusting look from him. Makes anyone want to vomit when they see it.
Kling!
Harry opened his iPad again as soon as the flat object sounded again. He got into the car having previously opened and closed the door for his Master. Beside him, David who drove, and his master who sat in the back seat played his cell phone.
His eyes continue to focus on the black dot on the screen of his iPad. Where that someone is now. It zooms into the area someone occupies there. And smiled when he knew the exact place someone was staying now.
"Mr. Robert Smith is in Puerto Deseado, Argentina now," he reported looking at his master.
Lucas smiled mockingly. "He won't be there long, Harry. I assure you there aren't three days he'll be begging me," Lucas said without taking his eyes off his expensive cellphone screen.
"Yes sir."
Harry then contacted the spies in the Argentine section. Meanwhile, Lucas was busy again with his cell phone, not caring what Harry would do next.
"Why did you stop, David?" Lucas asked without shifting his focus to the cellphone as he felt the car's speed suddenly stop. The feeling between the office and the shooting place is still a long way off. So there's no way David could stop the car because it arrived right?
"The road has closed suddenly, sir," replied David. His eyes frowned at the writing on the front there.
Harry, who had been on the phone, immediately turned off the connection. His eyes focused on the road ahead of him. Quiet.
"I'll check for a moment," he said and then immediately got out of the car without warning.
Lucas was indifferent. He is still focused on the cell phone in his hand. While David saw Harry's gesture out there.
Strange. This road has never been repaired before. But why is there a warning that the road is suddenly diverted because there is an improvement ??
Dorr!
"Harry!" shrieked David in the car as soon as his eyes saw the bullet lodged in Harry's stomach with the sound of a shot that was far enough away.
Lucas suddenly saw the situation. Damn it! Who would dare trap them on a lonely street like this?
David immediately got out of the car towards Harry who endured the heat of the metal sting in his stomach without caring if he was also hit by their bullets. Meanwhile, Lucas, who was in the car, then took over the steering wheel. His hand touched the dashboard, looking for something there that he could turn into a weapon. Ah got it! His eyes were fixed sharply on the people in the middle of the forest wearing their face masks. He knew they weren't entirely after Harry or David, but him. Why does he know? It was common for people like him. It was clear that their eyes turned directly to him when he opened the windshield. They even immediately aimed at Lucas as an easy target, but before their trigger hit Lucas ...
Dorr !! Dorr !! Dorr !!
Dorr !! Dorr !! Dorr !!
The lightning bolt from the Thunder 50 BMG pistol in Lucas's hand aimed straight at their foreheads.
Lucas smiled derisively after seeing their corpses just lying on the ground. Do they think taking Lucas's life away is that easy? Do not hope!
"Sir, are you okay?" asked David, worried about Harry in his arms.
Fresh blood gushed profusely from Harry's left stomach. But he looks fine. Maybe the man was so used to being shot that he didn't feel any pain when hot metal lodged in his body.
"Bring Harry in!" Lucas ordered. His eyes were watching the surroundings if only there were still enemies hiding. Maybe, right?
"The bullets weren't vicious enough. But just now ... I was just shocked and couldn't escape," said Harry with his trademark grin.
Lucas glanced at Harry briefly in the rearview mirror of the car. Then it began to speed back into the car with David busy watching Harry's torn stomach in the back seat.
"Sir. The motorbike you ordered has arrived at the Morristown mansion," reported Harry, who was spontaneously choked by David from the side. Because David was busy sewing the wound on his left stomach and Harry kept moving.
"Are you crazy? It hurts, David!" Harry protested not accepting. Her eyes even stared in disbelief at David.
David just rolled his eyes in response to Harry. Then returned to focus on Harry's open stomach, which was still torn.
Meanwhile, Lucas doesn't care about his two men who never get along. His thoughts drifted about who was behind their entrapment incident.
Lucas then put on his earphones. Type one of the names in the search field and contact him immediately.
"You sent another messenger, Erg?" Lucas asked to the point when his call connected.
There was a soft chuckle on the other side. "You seem to know the mastermind, dear Mr. Vantouxer."
Lucas laughed scornfully. "No one wants to deal with me more than you, Erg."
"Yes, they are. They can only scream hate your name on the back without trying to play with the owner of a famous name in this country. Ah ... They are lousy. Isn't that right, Mr. Lucas?"
"They are lousy and I am very happy with their exhaustion, Erg. That way, I will play them. Become a rotten corpse in my basement. Don't you also have to get ready to play immediately, Erg?" Lucas said casually.
Brakkk!
There was a clear sound of the table being slammed across the telephone. Lucas chuckled even more at that. His only enemy was very easily emotional by the words he spoke. Even though he was very relaxed in responding to his words that seemed superior to Lucas. Oh my ... Is he stupid or lame?
"You are, you bastard!" Erg cursed with emotion.
Tut!
Lucas immediately turned off his telephone connection after feeling enough chat with his longtime nemesis. He returned his cell phone to his coat pocket and refocused his gaze forward.
"What sent those people Mr. Erg again, sir?" asked Harry. This time she didn't get David's naughty hand reflex on her head as she spoke to her master motionless from her position.
"Who else likes to tease me besides that stupid man?" Lucas asked back behind the wheel.
Harry chuckled. "He doesn't get tired of bothering you, sir. Should I just get rid of it?"
"No need. He comforted me enough."
David glared. Is the master kidding? What is meant by entertaining? Is playing with shooting and bullets that can nestle in your body entertainment? Gosh, seriously. His master is strange but he is dear.
Meanwhile, Harry only smiled in response to his master's words. The master is different from the others.