Mike knocked loudly on Marcell's bedroom door. Brutally and impatiently. Calling out the owner's name and continuing to knock. "Marcell! Marcelll... wake up!" shouted Mike at the door. A minute later after Mike's riotous behavior in front of his room, Marcell opened the door with unsteady consciousness. His eyes were still closed, his hand was messing up the back of his hair. Mike looked at Marcell fiercely, his eyes showing disappointment. But Marcell's not-yet-open eyes didn't know it. "You disturbed my sleep," Marcell muttered. "You received money from the regent of Brighton?" asked Mike matter-of-factly. Which immediately made Marcell force his eyes wide open. Although still squinting with his eyebrows together, but Marcell had managed to see Mike who looked fierce in front of him. "What?" "You're laundering money in your bakery business." "How can you tell me that?" asked Marcell with a confused look. Already the door to his room had been banged on. Now he was being pe
Alan immediately contacted the best lawyer he knew as soon as he heard about Marcell's case on the news. Without further ado, he contacted Marcell and came to his friend's apartment."What's going on? Didn't Jacob invite you to join forces to bring down Dayton?" Alan asked as soon as Marcell opened the apartment door.Today Marcell couldn't leave the house at all. He could only entrust Puffy Muffy to Mike. Which maybe with today's issue will affect sales at Puffy Muffy too.Marcell invited Alan to enter first."This is Jacob's trap," Marcell said as he sat down on the sofa.Alan frowned and sat down on the sofa as well. "What does that mean?""He made news about me to lure the main culprit.""How does that work?""The anti-corruption authorities will investigate me. If I'm proven innocent Marcus and his friends will be investigated. But I need one piece of hard evidence," Marcell trailed off."What?""I need the file in Robert's hands."Alan was pensive. Trying to think of a way out.
The investigation team and police officers seemed confused by the facts. Marcell Clark's account was clean with no funds coming in from suspicious accounts or from Marcus. CCTV from the bar where they met also did not show Marcus giving Marcell cash. But the prosecution persisted and said that the young man named Marcell was so suspicious. There is no background and lineage. "What else should we do? Marcell is clearly clean from corruption money," Sean said to his superior Gillbert. Gillbert frowned as he flipped through the paper from Sean containing Marcell's account mutations. This incident gave him deja vu with the events of a few years ago. "This is familiar, we have solved clean cases like this. But the prosecutor still said that the perpetrator was guilty." Gillbert stopped what he was doing with the papers. "Don't let this evidence leak to anyone. And don't meet with anyone these days. Don't take any bribes Sean!" Gillbert warned. Next he stood up and left the room. Sean
"Marcus is becoming a secondary, or side topic. Shouldn't Marcus be the first to be suspected since he's the one who allegedly mediated between me and the Brighton regent in the headlines."Eric looked at Marcus in silence. He read from the look on the man's face that there was an air of defiance and self-defense. But then again, what Marcus said was true."Marcus will still be questioned." That was finally the decision Eric made. The case seemed to be spinning, the culprit might be someone else. But Marcell looked suspicious too. It is precisely that the higher-ups make more use of someone unknown like Marcus as a safe. Not to mention the closeness of Marcell who apparently often met with Marcus."It would seem fair if Marcus was also examined. Have you seen my account mutation?" asked Marcell. Perhaps the corruption eradication agency was open with its investigation."We haven't talked about that again," Eric replied. They have no appointment to meet, maybe the agency's investigatio
A new message containing the location of the mysterious caller. "There's the location." Marcell pointed his phone at Mike. Mike clicked on the location to check it on maps. It opened to a city that Mike never knew. Yes, even though he wasn't a native Englishman, the city looked unfamiliar and small on the map. "Where is this?" Mike wondered. "Yeah I don't really know England either." Marcell said. "I don't think you should fall for that mysterious phone call. It's a trap and will lead you to worse things." Mike advised. Not only was the number unknown, its intentions unclear, Mike also avoided complicating matters further. Given that Marcell was currently being played. Marcell also felt so. Maybe it had something to do with Marcus, let alone Dayton. "You'd better go back to sleep, rest first. We'll think of a way out later." Mike got up from the chair. Giving a soothing word to Mike so that he doesn't think too much. Marcell also got up and went back into the room. Just laying
From : Mysterious Number Don't report anything about this, I can keep an eye on you. Make his decision. He will die in your hands. Marcell chuckled unable to do anything else. He could be ignorant and unconcerned with the evil joke of the unknown number. But remembering how the moans of pain and the bloodstained photo earlier this morning, were now enough to make Marcell have to be careful in choosing a decision. "Why?" asked Alan who was sensitive to the man's anxiety and angry look. Occasionally Alan turned his head, because he had to concentrate on the road too. Marcell passed his cell phone back, so Mike could help him explain his frustration this time. "Waa crazy, he's really sneaky." Mike commented as he took over Marcell's cell phone. "What's wrong, tell me quickly?" asked Alan angrily. Fortunately, it coincided with arriving at the police station parking lot. Alan hurriedly parked his car properly. Who then immediately answered Marcell's cell phone. "Well, it's l
Marcell actually came alone to the location that had been sent by the mysterious number. He parked his car and dimmed the lights, parking the car in a strategic spot. This was an old building, and it was suitable for something criminal.Marcell didn't see Dayton's car, nor Marcus and the other friends. There were no other vehicles besides his car. His feet entered the building slowly, but the sound of stepping on dry leaves or twigs could still be heard. It was too dark for a place of confinement. Honestly, Marcell's heart was racing as soon as he entered the building. Only the moonlight coming through the gap was the only light. "Where can I find the employees of the institution?" Marcell asked silently.With that the system in his head immediately gave a transparent screen in his view. Road directions and of course the striking green color provide a little light. Marcell immediately followed the directions, up the stairs to the second floor. Here he continued to follow the directi
This was unexpected for the 155.23 team. Mr. Tiernan sent H155 not to deploy R155's troops. They were just made to break out in a cold sweat in the room while watching the subject being finished off."Why not?" Asked Prof. Jose who was already furious that the subject was left unattended."Mr. Tiernan said that this is the subject's main task. He must succeed in any challenge." H155 replied still watching the subject's movements from the system camera. "I'm worried about the subject's head becoming a target for suppression." Dr. Ivan's words made Prof. Jose and H155 turn their heads. Their faces were already panicked and scared. If Dr. Ivan was already worried about something, it must be very dangerous indeed. "What happened?" asked H155. "The subject will be paralyzed forever, if the system in his head is damaged by the attack." Dr. Ivan replied. "We can't do nothing sir," Prof. Jose said to H155. "If Mr. Tiernan won't allow us to send R155 then have Blayze come sooner."H155 imm