Three more seconds of silence and only Alan's eyes on Marcell, the man could only chuckle and then shoo Alan away. "Tsk, you're the same. Go home then. Didn't give any advice at all." Marcell waved his hand. "Hahahaha, don't take it too personally. I won't force you to tell the truth. Take it easy, even if you're a Mafia son at the same time I don't have a problem. As long as you don't attack me." Finished with his activity of cleaning the peanut shells. Alan took a seat on the sofa. Alan seemed to be thinking ahead. Analyzing Marcell's story about his friends. "So they intend to use you like that?"Marcell nodded. "But I still don't understand their intentions. Why would they want me to hide their money?"Alan narrowed his eyes. "Wow, you're so naive. I doubt you're a Mafia man.""Tsk... let's not talk about that anymore!"Alan grinned. "It's probably because he was carrying money that didn't belong to him.""You mean corruption?"Alan nodded. "They're businessmen. And will always
Marcell actually bought the building next to his bakery. Using the money he got from the system. There was still a lot left and he would use it for renovation costs and other café needs. They had a deal, just waiting for the current tenant's contract to finish. But at the same time he got an email from Dayton Longbuttom. The man invited Puffy Muffy to his son's 17th birthday party. Dayton also gave an attractive offer regarding the amount of the perpcs cake price. Marcell agreed immediately. He remembered, very much remembered Alan's words at that time. Entering Dayton's sphere is dangerous. But you know, this is the mission of the system in his head. But surely something will be revealed, right? Oh my! Could that be what the system wanted? To reveal something about Andreas Hubert and his friends? Exhaling, Marcell lay down after cleaning himself. It was now ten o'clock in the evening. Marcell was tired, he still had a lot to think about the bakery and cafe he was going to op
HERMES SYSTEM ACTIVE.MAIN TARGET!MAIN TARGET!Marcell's smile faded instantly.As soon as Dayton stepped closer with Marie, his wife. The transparent text of the red screen disappeared."Hey, thanks for helping to liven up my daughter's birthday party with Puffy muffy." Dayton said with a big smile.Marchell didn't seem to expect it because Dayton, who rarely smiles, now displayed a big smile."I'm honored by the invitation," Marcell replies."I think they all like it, look at Puffy Muffy's dishes always go first." Marie commented as she looked around."Enjoy the party Mr. Clark, don't forget we have lunch together tomorrow. Don't rush home," Dayton said with a message. Today his face was radiant and he smiled often. Either because of his mood or to show his hospitality in front of his business guests.Marcell nodded and smiled again. Then looking around, there were more guests from Dayton and Marie's business friends. In several corners of the room there were also guards alerted to
"So, what I want to ask is who are you?"The chewing on Marcell's mouth suddenly slowed down. He tried to contemplate and enter the discussion that Dayton wanted. Dayton's friendly, carefree face disappeared as the question was asked. The man waited for Marcell's answer. "You mean who like what?" Again Marcell showed that innocent face. Dayton laughed lightly. "Come on, you've entered our circle. There's no need for you to cover up anything."Marcell laughed back. "Why? I'm confused why you're asking that. I'm obviously Marcell Clark who's just starting my bakery business."HERMES SYSTEM ACTIVE . GO WITH THE FLOW, AND TELL THE TARGET WHAT THEY WANTFrom his place, Prof. Jose controlled 155.23 for this. If there is anything that needs to be encouraged and assisted for the smooth running of the mission he will do so. Marcell exhaled his breath. But no lie he was still thinking what would happen if he didn't tell the truth. "What do you want me to say?""You're not just anybody, ar
"They are businessmen. And will always report their profits to the taxman.""It could be that they manipulate the financial statements and where does the money go? You'll be the place.""You might get a large commission. But it's not like you're taking a big risk. My hypothesis is still uncertain. Either it's tax evasion money that they've entrusted or it's pure corruption money from something else."Instantly Alan's words were spinning in Marcell's head. Then the transparent screen that tells about the assets in Dayton's account, as well as other assets. State budget funds, amounting to 5%, are also in Dayton's hands. This is very suspicious isn't it. Then now Marcell is given direct evidence by Dayton himself. That his wealth is no joke. A giant safe is located in this secret room. Dayton's feet stepped closer to the safe. His hands twirled the code to open the door. As soon as the metal door was pulled by Dayton, Marcell was left gaping. The 5% was definitely just a deposit and
Alan gaped as Marcell told him everything he had experienced yesterday in London. Since Alan and Mike would have returned to Oxford first after there was no longer any interest. Marcell knew that this was a secret, but he had read Alan's personality from the system in his head. Alan was trustworthy and even Alan would always be on his side. "You mean, he's not corrupting or manipulating his own income but taking money from others?" asked Alan to make sure that he hadn't heard wrong. Marcell nodded. "He used to be the finance minister of England.""Ah I don't really follow the country's politics I don't really like. And now?""He's a legislator. Some of the repair or development budget funds he takes 12% and that's not a small amount if the total budget reaches 80 billion euros, right?""This is crazy, I didn't expect you to meet someone like him in person. Then what's next? You still want to be friends with him after knowing the rottenness of Dayton."Marcell shrugged his shoulders
HERMES SYSTEM ACTIVE.SPY EAR GSM HAS BEEN TURNED OFF.SPY EAR GSM HAS BEEN TURNED OFF.SPYE EAR GSM CAN NO LONGER BE USED.Marcell smiled, unknown to Alan. Now his confidence in uncovering Dayton Longbuttom was 100%.He felt safe because the system would definitely help him."This isn't working," Marcell said, taking over the listening device from Alan's hand."It's obviously attached to the pocket of your bag, how can you say it's not working?""Look." Marcell pointed at the dead eavesdropping lamp. "The light's not on."Alan noticed then looked confused. When he first touched it, it was still on. Forgetting that, he was grateful that at least it was dead."Let's throw this away." Alan grabbed the eavesdropping device and walked to the balcony. Without further ado, he threw the small object into the air, where it would fall. What was certain was that Alan would feel at ease if the device disappeared from their vicinity.Alan went back into Marcell's room. "It's safe, it's gone. You'
Marcell returned to London, this time not by himself. Instead, he was with Alan. His best friend, despite warnings and advice, Marcell is still adamant about accepting Dayton's money. This was not the time, but Marcell needed to get closer to the man again. And he needed Alan, just in case something happened. "So what's your plan?" asked Alan on the way to the meeting place."I still don't know how to uncover and trap him." Marcell looked thoughtful as he drove. "Just a reminder, Dayton is not a mere random person. And the businessmen around him." Alan explains that exposing Dayton won't be that easy. It could even be Marcell who will be the scapegoat. "He could even still be on the loose when the sentence falls on him.""Shit," Marcell cursed. He seemed to have no way out. It wasn't just that Marcell wasn't a native Briton, or that he was new to the business. Marcell couldn't even be 60% sure. But 155.23 still urged him to trap Dayton."Look for connections, stay in London and lo