Black Organization Targets

Cundrik

Anton, The barista, the young man who also served Karen and Max at the cashier approached Karen with two americanos in hand. There was actually a waitress there, but Anton delivered it himself. The young man delivered an Americano that was deliberately packed in cardboard glasses, unlike other customers he recovered with a shard glass.

"Please," said the young man. The two glasses of hot americano carton were accompanied by a note. This is what made him have to hand over the coffee with his own hands.

Karen accepted her coffee with a nod. Anton returned to his desk, while Karen and Max read the note in turn. After that they lifted their respective coffees and walked in front of the back, leading to the toilet.

They must first pass a few customers. Max opened the glass door on the left side for Karen. Max's treatment of Karen has always been as a gentleman.

Karen passed through the door leaf and immediately pointed the body to the right. There were two passages after passing through the door just now. If you turn directly to the right, you will go to the public toilet for customers and if you walk a little straight, there will be another passage behind the toilet wall. Karen and Max entered the hallway until they found a door that read "Only For Staff".

Karen rubbed the door that looked made of platinum. There appeared signs of red boxes with numbers and letters on their surface. Karen looked at the small note just now given by Anton. The door was passworded and the password was changed every day. Max typed in the written password. After that, Karen pressed the door handle and opened it.

Karen gave Max a quick glance. She opened the door and entered alternately with Max. Before entering, Max prevented the door from closing with his hands. After making sure Karen entered safely, Max closed the door. The door immediately locked again.

The room was predominantly red. There are several antique-looking statues on display. The displays and lighting make the place seem like a museum of darkness. A red color radiates between the glass boxes with black as the veil.

Karen passed a few glass boxes and followed the directions of the green light on the floor like the instructions written in the notes. Under the combination of numbers and letters of the password, there is a short directive "follow the green light".

The lamp led Karen to a room. There was an old man who was already waiting there. He wore loose pants and a typical samurai kimono top.

"Old man Namu," Karen called with her red lips.

The lighting of that meeting room has turned white. There was another person over there, a bald-headed man, wearing glasses, wearing a suit, and a face very similar to Anton greeted them. He is Anton's twin brother and prefers to be called Pluto. His body is successfully managed to become muscular and has biceps. In contrast to the seemingly ordinary Anton, it is not managed until it is patterned. Really appears as an ordinary man who exercises only for the benefit of health, not for the formation of a body like this twin brother of his.

"Karen... how are you?" Old Man Namu asked. He spread his hands together to greet a female assassin. His friendly attitude was supported by his old earthy face.

"I'm good. And you?" Karen probed from top to bottom.

"What do you expect from a man who already smells of the earth?" Old Man Namu said wisely.

Karen passed a peck on Old Man Namu's cheek. At that time, Max seemed disturbed by Karen's behavior towards Old Man Namu.

"You look amazing," Karen said.

"Well, what do you need from me?" Old Man Namu asked, he felt quite happy to have been given a peck.

"I need your weapons and suggestions. I want to renew my weapon. Are there any weapons suitable for combining with poison?" Karen spoke kindly. Mr. Namu listened as he led Karen to sit on the sofa.

"Can you use firearms?"

"I've practiced. I don't think I can be said to be proficient," Karen replied. She chose to sit opposite Old Man Namu. There was a wooden table between them.

"Then you have to train harder," concluded Mr. Namu, as he suggested using it like a sniper. "What about other sharp knives or weapons?"

Karen mentioned some that she was interested in. Mr. Namu snapped his fingers. "Come here," Mr. Namu invited.

Pluto, who had been standing behind the counter, greeted Karen and Max's arrival with a nod of the head. He was polite and seemed to like to talk as necessary. Inside the counter were plastered several firearms.

"Pluto brings the Cundrik Series," Mr. Namu said.

Pluto is moving. He entered behind a black wall. After touching a surface that only Pluto could see with his glasses, the wall split, forming a door that Pluto was quite passed by.

"Cundrik?" Karen's forehead wrinkled. "What is Cundrik?"

Mr. Namu smiled. He explained, "Cundrik is a weapon in the form of a hand dagger for women. The design is perfect for you and your killing activities. You can dissolve the poison on Cundrik and stab it to your victim. The shape is small, it can be hidden."

"If it's made of metal, then it's going to be hard to get past the guard," Karen said. The implied objection in her words. "I need something undetected."

Mr. Namu smiled mysteriously in response to Karen's will. "You see the shape first."

Pluto appeared with a black box made of wood. He put the box on the table.

Mr. Namu opened it to Karen. The content made Karen's heart rippling.

"What is this? All of this is very something," Karen said as she observed some Cundrik and the conde stab in it. Karen fingered them. He then lifted a conde stab.

"Isn't it suitable for tucking into your hair? You can look elegant with a conde stab. And this object called Cundrik can also be camouflaged as a conde puncture. They won't understand it," Mr. Namu said, looking at a Cundrik similar to a conde.

"Where did you get these things sir?" asked Karen with eyes that kept observing objects that looked foreign to her but intrigued her.

"Auction. In a city in a country that is still developing. The city was named Java. Cundrik became a decoration when worn by women there. When in urgent circumstances, Cundrik becomes a weapon," explained Old Man Namu.

That sentence sounded mysterious to Karen. His intuition likes the mysterious nuances contained in it.

"Please explain in more detail," Karen said.

Old man Namu smiled. He felt that Cundrik found the right user. After all, every time he observed Karen's face, the brown-haired woman seemed to have the DNA of the Javanese tribe. If it is true that the myth about the spirit in weapons can choose the master, then now is the time to prove, thought old man Namu.

"Alright. Let's sit down. I'll explain it to you in detail," Old Man Namu told Karen. "Your coffee must have become cold. Pluto, please bring the new coffee," he ordered pluto.

The figure who hadn't made much noise from his vocal cords just nodded in response to Old Man Namu's request.

Karen then went back to sit on the sofa. Max sat next to him, and once again there was a wooden table separating Karen from Old Man Namu.

"Do you believe in the existence of guardian spirits?" asked Old Man Namu to begin the story. It was important for him to emphasize the supernatural realm first to Karen. Everything will start from that very mysterious realm.