This was the fourth day after getting the 500,000 dollars. Marcell has calculated how much he will spend to buy equipment and shop facilities. Marcell has spent 200,000 dollars to buy the shop along with the letter and taxes. Yesterday he and Alan went to London to look at more complete ovens and cooking equipment. Approximately 27,000 dollars was spent along with shipping costs. All the equipment is the best plus showcases and other bread tables. It's all complete and now Marcell has 273,000 dollars left. Yesterday he coordinated with the contracting firm, and visited the shop again to check the condition. Marcell has signed a letter of intent to cooperate with a value of 4,900 dollars. It is very cheap and includes changing the design like a cake shop. Marcell still has a lot of money left and maybe the production and packaging materials will run out at 700 dollars. That's just an estimate but Marcell prepared a fund of 1000 dollars.For staffing Marcell set aside 3000 dollars for
The sound of sirens and the noise of people faintly reached Marcell's ears. But his eyes felt heavy and he was unconscious. "Oh my, hey are you okay?" Alan came to help carry Marcell's body to be put to sleep on the bench that would go into the ambulance.On the way out, Alan accidentally saw the density of vehicles due to an accident. Because he knew and memorized Marcell's car which turned out to be lying at the end of the road, Alan stopped his car.Alan returned to the car and followed the ambulance from behind. He knew that Marcell no longer had parents. And the man lived alone in England, so Alan would accompany Marcell first until the man regained consciousness.It took only three hours for Marcell to wake up. His forehead had been treated and there were no serious injuries. There was only shock or body aches from the impact and strain."How is it? How do you feel?" asked Alan who was already sitting by Marcell's bed.Marcell moaned as he sharpened his vision. Oh my God... hos
Marcell stared pensively at the building where he used to live and where he grew up. But his heart stopped for a moment before beating fast when he saw a board hanging on the door with the words "FOR SALE". And the building looked abandoned like it had been uninhabited for over five years. Marcell's feet walked closer to the courtyard of the orphanage. Looked here and there where there was no one. "The caretaker of the orphanage and the children have long left home," said someone who made Marcell turn his head. A middle-aged man in a shabby jacket stood by the roadside looking at Marcell. But since childhood Marcell had never seen the man before. "Hi, I'm Marcell. I was a child living in this orphanage before." Marcell walked down the porch steps and approached the man. "You weren't told anything by them?" Marcell nodded. "I've been traveling for a long time. And now live in England. I haven't been back here for a long time either. Do you know where they moved to? Where Aunt Rut
"What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I want to buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." "That's a nice dream." "What about you?" "I just want to live longer. To see you buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." Marcell stared silently at the boy who was about his age. They were lying on the sand at the beach. The orphanage had a simple vacation going to a nearby beach when it got more grants. "Why do you say that? Of course you will see me become successful. And of course it's not just me who's successful, it's you too. Let's make Aunt Ruth proud." Rafael nodded. "Umm, of course." Rafael raised his little finger in front of him, signaling Marcell to link his little finger. "Promise." KRING..KRING.... Marcell's eyes blinked as the alarm he had set last night went off. Groaning softly, Marcell's sleeping body turned to face the ceiling. His memory recalled the dream formed from his childhood memories. Rafael. Marcell recalled his old pantry friend. Th
The latest shoes from the famous brand stepped confidently into the courtyard of Yale University. Unlike Marcell who used to be using and dirty. Now his skin is clean, his charismatic face radiates combined with simple but expensive clothes. The upper class will definitely know how much the outfit Marcell is wearing right now costs."You're Marcell?" Mike noticed Marcell's appearance from top to bottom then looked back at Marcell's handsome face.Marcell's purpose in coming to Yale University was to meet Mike. Since the man didn't want to mention his account number, Marcell couldn't return the favor.For this reason, Marcell had something to offer Mike."What time is your break? I want to talk to you about something important," Marcell said matter-of-factly.Mike glanced at the watch on his left hand. Shrugging his shoulders he replied, "I can rest now.""Good. Come with me first."Marcell told the taxi driver to wait out front. Because Marcell still needed a taxi to go to the nearest
"R155""Call for R155!""R155, you are dismissed."A pitch-black bracelet around the left wrist of the man called R155 had a small red glow. R155 had shot someone who turned out to be his enemy. In a public place like this, where all the witnesses were looking at him with horror and judgment.R155 hurriedly fled to a quieter place. But who would have thought that no one would let him escape after he shot someone dead.R155 looked for an opening, running into an alley with a break in the road. As a trained agent, it was no surprise that he had a well-built body and long legs that could run like a horse. Deftly dodging piles of garbage. He was focused on his direction and chose the right path. R155 ended up in a dead-end alley of a garbage dump. But he was good at hiding himself in a pile of plastic bags as soon as the hoofbeats approached."I know you're here." Marcell joined the chase, following a man who had shot someone dead in front of the cafe.R155 quickly clicked the button on t
Marcell lost consciousness completely. His eyes closed and his body collapsed against the backrest. Until arriving at Heathrow airport Marcell was still unconscious. Two flight attendants and one steward looked worried because Marcell did not wake up when tapped on the shoulder. They agreed to call health workers so that Marcell could be taken to the medical room. "How long has he been unconscious?" asked the nurse on duty. A steward named Nichol accompanied Marcell and his friends had gone to attend to other matters. "I don't know. I think he's been asleep since the plane started flying," Nichol replied casually. The nurse began analyzing again and taking notes on the chest board which she would report when the doctor arrived. "You can go out, and please call his family." Hearing the nurse's order, Nichol rushed out and searched for Marcell Clark's details. Thirty minutes of searching, but it turned out that Marchell was an orphaned man. Nichol didn't know who else to contac
This is the tense part in the operational room. One S-agent, or system, of two began to break out in a cold sweat. Subject M155 did not wake up immediately even though the charging port had been plugged into the back of Marcell's neck for 15 hours.Stomping footsteps made cold sweat pour down Dr. Ivanovich's temples. He had studied Bio Weapon all his life. It was no wonder that Dr. Ivan was included in the mission to form subject M155 by H155. "You're forgetting something," the man said. He was the highest caste in the company. Not H155, but the founder of the company and the originator of the creation of subject M155. Dr. Ivan frowned, not understanding. Meanwhile, Prof. Jose Luis stopped his activities for a moment. He came closer to Dr. Ivan and the company founder."Marcell Clark has been alive for 20 years. But M155 has been in his brain for 19 years. It has been active since about two weeks or just 10 days ago. The existing version of M155 is outdated. Subject version 155.23