Mr. Buster sat in his dimly lit living room, the only sound the faint rustle of his newspaper as he flipped the pages. A knowing smirk played on his lips as he glanced toward the front door. He knew Mello would be arriving soon, full of questions and accusations. But he was ready. He had been preparing for this moment for days.With deliberate calmness, he reached for his glass of juice, taking a slow sip. The cool liquid slid down his throat. He set the glass back on the table with a soft clink, his eyes never leaving the door.He smiled to himself, folding the newspaper and placing it neatly beside the glass.Just then, the door creaked open, and a man dressed in a sharp, professional suit entered the room. It was Caleb, Mr. Buster's lawyer—always punctual, always prepared. "You made it here early, Caleb," Mr. Buster remarked, a sly smile creeping across his face. Caleb returned the smile, a brief flicker of warmth in his otherwise stern demeanor. "I wouldn’t miss it. I assume eve
Back In Russia ****Sir Kemp sat comfortably in a large leather chair, the dark color of the seat contrasting with the light blue walls of the room. He held a delicate porcelain cup in his hand, calmly sipping his coffee. Even in this quiet moment, there was an undeniable sense of power about him. His dark suit fit him perfectly, giving off an air of authority that didn’t need any flashy display. One look was enough to know: this man was in charge.Suddenly, the door flew open, and a young delegate rushed in, his eyes wide with panic. "Sir Kemp!" he shouted, his voice shaky with fear and urgency.Sir Kemp didn’t react immediately. He slowly set his cup down on the small table beside him, moving with a calmness that suggested nothing could disturb him. Then he looked up, his eyes sharp and focused. "Yes?" he said in a deep, steady voice. He leaned back in his chair, showing just a hint of curiosity, though his face remained calm and unreadable. He was not a man easily interrupted, and
As the car pulled up in front of a sprawling mansion, Lisa’s eyes widened in awe. The massive estate stretched out before her, with lush gardens, fountains, and towering walls of stone that seemed to protect a hidden paradise. It was like something out of a dream, completely different.Mello got out of the car first and walked around to help Lisa. As she stepped out, still taking in her surroundings, she couldn’t help but ask, “What is this place? What are we doing here?”Mello looked at her gently, his hand still holding hers as he gazed around at the estate. “This is where you’re going to stay for the time being,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I need to make sure you're safe, and this is the only place I trust.”Lisa looked at him, surprised. “But... But .”Mello smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not just about luxury. It’s about security. No one can touch you here.” His eyes, full of love and concern, lingered on hers. “I won’t let anything happen
As Sir Ren stared at the screen, the footage played on, showing a younger Mello, dressed in tattered clothes, dropping off delivery packages in a run-down neighborhood. The sight of Mello, who now carried an air of authority and power, working in such humble conditions caught Sir Ren completely off guard.His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Are these real or generated?" he asked, his voice low but tense.Alex, standing confidently beside the screen, replied, "100% authentic, sir. No fabrication. I dug deep into old security cameras and public records. It’s real."Sir Ren folded his arms, leaning in closer to the screen, still processing what he was seeing. "So, Mello was once nothing more than a delivery boy," he mused, a wicked smile forming on his face. "This could be useful.""Have you run authentication tests on this?" Sir Ren asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.Alex nodded confidently. "All tests came back clean."With a smirk, Alex pressed another button, and a new video began p
Mello pressed a hidden button on the wall, and to Kelan’s astonishment, a secret door slid open, revealing a stark contrast to the dilapidated exterior. Inside was a sleek, high-tech room, illuminated with soft white lights. The place was filled with the hum of computers, and a team of people sat at monitors, typing furiously, fully engrossed in their tasks.Kelan’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene. “I can't believe this... how is this even possible?" he whispered in disbelief.Mello smirked. "This is the real heart of the operation, hidden in plain sight." Kelan just shook his head, still stunned. The outside of the building had been a perfect cover, but inside, it was a cutting-edge facility. This was where Mello’s plan was really taking shape."This is where it all begins," Mello said, his voice steady but filled with determination. "The team has been working tirelessly, day in and day out, to uncover every piece of dirt on Sir Ren. It's only a matter of time before we find som
One of the team members suddenly stood up."Sir, I found something."Mello and Kelan both turned and walked over to his computer.On the screen was a map with a large red dot marking a location."What does this mean?" Mello asked."I think I've found Sir Ren's drug warehouse. This is likely where he runs his main operations."Mello's eyes sharpened as he looked at the red dot flashing on the screen. He leaned closer to the technician. "Are you certain this is the location?"The technician nodded. "Based on the patterns of movement, encrypted communication logs, and the unusual activity we’ve tracked, I’m about 90% sure this is it. Sir Ren is running his main drug operation out of this warehouse."Kelan whistled softly. "That’s deep in the industrial district. It’s the perfect spot for something like this—hidden, untraceable."Mello straightened up, the gears in his mind turning rapidly. "We need to act fast before he realizes we’ve found him. How many men do we have on standby?"Kelan
"If that's all, then let’s move," Kelan said, his voice calm but firm. The men nodded and began to prepare, adjusting their gear and checking their weapons. Each man knew their role, and there was no room for mistakes.The group moved with precision, splitting into smaller teams as they made their way to the vehicles waiting outside. The air was tense, but they were professionals—focused and ready.As they climbed into the vans, Kelan gave a final nod to the driver. "Stick to the plan. No detours. We need to be in and out fast."The driver nodded back, and the vans pulled out, heading toward their target. The streets passed by in a blur of lights and shadows, the city quiet at this late hour. Inside the van, the men sat in silence, the only sounds being the occasional click of gear being checked and the low hum of the engine.Kelan sat at the front, his mind running through every detail of the plan. He glanced back at the men, making sure they were ready. They had done this before, bu
The man with the scar narrowed his eyes at them, clearly not satisfied. "Before we talk prices, I need to know—who’s your boss? I don’t deal with just anybody."One of the decoys smirked, leaning forward slightly. "I can’t give you that information just yet. But what I can tell you is that our boss is a high-ranking government official, someone with a lot of influence."The scarred man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism fading slightly. "A government official, huh? That’s interesting." He tapped his fingers on the desk, considering the words carefully. "If that’s true, you should have no trouble paying the price I’m about to offer."The men nodded confidently. "We wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t handle the cost."The scarred man leaned back in his chair, seemingly satisfied for now. "Alright. Let’s talk business then.""And one more thing," one of the decoys said, pausing as the conversation turned serious.The scarred man raised an eyebrow. "What?""My boss would like to meet Sir Ren