[Ding! Good morning Host? Complete the mission and win a super reward.]
The words echoed in John's mind, the promise of a "super reward" resonating deeply within him. He could almost feel the weight of those words, a tantalising lure that held the promise of something extraordinary.
However, this couldn't settle in John's mind. 'What could this "super reward" be? Money? Power? Something even more valuable?' The possibilities swirled in his head, creating a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
John knew that this mission was unlike any other. He had to infiltrate the Bloodlust Gangsters Organisation, invest in it, and become the highest shareholder within 24 hours.
The stakes were high, and failure was not an option. The reward was too enticing from the system promise, too grand to let slip through his fingers. But how would he accomplish this? He couldn't afford to let doubt creep in now. He had to stay focused and execute his plan flawlessly.
Determined to succeed, John got out of bed, the mission weighing heavily on his mind. He stretched, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess, but the urgency of the task kept him alert. The system's prompt was clear: he needed to be at the top of his game to pull this off.
As John prepared for the day, the landline telephone on the nightstand suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence of the room. He jumped slightly, then quickly picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Good morning, Mr. John," came Roy's voice. "I hope you slept well. Would you like to order breakfast?"
John hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Thanks, Roy, but I'll make my own arrangements for now I have something technical ailing in my mind. I have a lot to take care of today."
"Understood, sir. If you need anything, please let me know," Roy said.
"Will do. Thanks again," John replied before hanging up. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead. The mission loomed large in his mind, and he knew he had to be meticulous in his approach.
John took his time grooming himself, ensuring he looked as professional as possible. He donned a crisp suit, polished his shoes, and styled his hair neatly. Every detail mattered; appearance could make or break his first impression at the Bloodlust Gangsters Organization.
As he adjusted his tie, he could feel the weight of the mission pressing down on him. He had to get this right. ' Invest in Bloodlust Gangsters Organization' the mission flashed repeatedly in his mind like VAR game replays.
Heading out to the parking area, John noticed Roy following him. "Good morning, Roy," he greeted.
"Good morning, sir," Roy replied, falling into step beside him. "Is there anything specific you need today?"
"Actually, yes," John said. "There will be a meeting with all the workers here when I get back. Please inform everyone."
"Of course, sir. I wish you good luck with your endeavours today," Roy said, offering a respectful nod.
"Thank you, Roy," John replied, shaking his hand. He then walked to his Rolls-Royce, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. He opened the door, settled into the driver's seat, and fastened his seatbelt. Taking a moment to steady himself, he started the engine, letting it warm up before driving.
John drove slowly along the pavement towards the gate, his focus sharp. The confidence in his driving was palpable, a testament to his newly acquired skills. As he approached the gate, he lowered the window and greeted the gate man. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Sir," the gate man replied with a smile. "Have a great day."
"Thanks, you too," John said, and with that, he drove off. It was his first time driving a Rolls-Royce car in general, but he felt surprisingly confident. The car handled smoothly, and he navigated the streets with ease.
As he drove, John's mind was occupied with thoughts about the mission. He had to invest in the gang organisation and emerge as the highest shareholder. It was a daunting task, but he felt ready.
The confidence in his abilities and the allure of the super reward drove him forward. Every second, every thought was occupied by the weight of the mission.
After an hour of driving, John arrived at the designated place. It was a secretive location, with few people around. At the gate stood five individuals—three older men and two young masters like John. The presence of the soldier at the gate added to the air of secrecy and tension.
The soldier, a hulking figure with an intimidating presence, stepped forward. His deep voice boomed, "You, young master, come in first."
John, who had just emerged from his vehicle and was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief, looked up in surprise. As he walked towards the gate, he could hear the murmurs from the others. His heart pounding with a lot of questions also beginning to form in his mind." Am I detected already? Nah... That can't be the reason."
One of the old men was bored by the gateman's decision "Why him? He's just a kid. A young master. In fact it's not fair enough for him to be recognized before us!"
"Look at him, no beard, barely out of school. This life has no balance." Another old man supported, removing his hat on his head and leaned on a nearby tree.
"This isn't fair. This man just arrived. We have been here for more than one hour." Another young man added.
John ignored the comments, focusing on the task at hand. As he passed by the others, he accidentally stepped on one of the older men's shoes.
"Hey, watch it!" the old man sneered. "You better clean that off."
John quickly apologised, bending down to wipe the man's shoe. "Sorry about that."
The old man grumbled without knowing who it was, "Kids these days, no respect. Look at how he looks."
The soldier intervened, "He gets to go first because of the car he came in. Look at that Rolls-Royce and you can compare with yours, this is an organisation and it's looking for serious investors today."
More murmurs filled the air as John made his way inside, signing very first in the visitors records. The place was indeed secretive, with high walls and security cameras everywhere. He was guided to the waiting area, where he was instructed to take the elevator to room number 302.
John took a deep breath as he stood before the door of room 302. He knocked, and a deep voice from inside responded, "Yes, come in."
John pushed the door open and entered. The man behind the desk welcomed him with a stern expression. "My name is Tot, welcome to the Bloodlust Gangsters Organization. How may I help you?"
John took a seat as instructed. "I'm Johnson, my aim here is to inquire about buying shares."
The man nodded and pushed a button, signalling the next room. "Please wait here."
John looked around the room, noting the modern furniture and the array of computers on the desk. It was a far cry from the rough exterior of the organisation. After a short wait, John was signalled to enter the next room.
Inside, a group of large, imposing men sat in a circle, a round glass table at the centre. The room exuded power and secrecy. Indeed, John confirmed that Bloodlust Gangsters Organization was tough right away from the murder and sister pictures that had been drawn on the walls.
However, the chairperson, a man with a commanding presence, welcomed John. "Good morning, young man. You seem confident. Most newcomers tremble when they enter this organisation but I like your composure."
John stood tall, introducing himself. "Good morning. My name is John Johnson. I'm interested in becoming one of the shareholders of this organisation. I would like to stake $500,000,000."
A murmur of approval went around the room, and the chairperson smiled. "Impressive. With that amount, you will be the highest shareholder."
The room erupted in cheers, and John felt a sense of accomplishment. He was then taken to the finance department to complete the transactions.
The process was detailed, with numerous forms to sign and documents to review. John carefully read through each one, ensuring everything was in order.
After the transactions were completed, John was granted a certificate and other necessary files. He felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. He had successfully completed his mission.
Just as he was making his way out and, Tot, reached him. " Sir, don't forget to check the email you provided with us. Updates on meetings and general information are deposited there. Otherwise, we are glad to have you, boss."
John responded, "Okay, I will do that. Thank you for your concern."
John entered the elevator and pressed the button to the ground floor. In a short while, he was there. Confirming the time, he had spent two good hours in the process. After signing out, he went directly into his car. Suddenly a prompt formed in front of John with a ding sound.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Mission accomplished. You are now the highest shareholder of the Bloodlust Gangsters Organization having invested five hundred million dollars equivalent to 10% shares.]