He goes to the kitchen, looking for something to drink in the fridge. He takes one bottle of isotonic and drinks it all without any pause until there is nothing left.
Vincenzo only watches him with a wrinkled face, finding Victor's white undershirt is already drenched in sweat like someone who has just finished exercising. But he knows that Victor has just woken up.
“What happened to you?” he asks.
“I was fighting zombies just now,” replies Victor with a plain face as he heads back to his room.
“You mean, you had a nightmare?”
“Not really. It was an exciting one.”
No matter how flat his face is at the moment, his mind is still occupied with the nightmare he just had. There’s no way it was an exciting dream to experience. He is still unable to cast his hatred toward Leona
That wife, with the two beauty spots on the nose and the sweet dimples on both cheeks, keeps hunting the husband from behind, keeps asking what happened to him. “Honey! Please say something? Who did this to you?” she asks. But Leonard keeps ignoring her and gets inside the room. “I think we need to call the police,” she continues. After hearing the wife talking about the police, only then does Leonard turn back to her. But now, he is no longer showing the cold gaze, but a face that looks so frightened. “No, don’t! You don’t need to call the police!” “Wh? Why? You can’t just…” “I was having a fight in a bar last night. Calling the police will only get me into trouble.” He then slams the door, and locks himself inside. And the wife keeps knocking on the door, asking why he locks himself inside that room. But Leonard is just silent, sitting by leaning to the door while closing his both ears. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” he cries so low with his pathetic face, thinking that his ca
Before noon, Judeo arrives at Counterbrand's main office. He enters that GM office while Victor is still busy there. “Dude, you don’t have to take it too seriously. If you can’t find them after deliberately looking for them, then you shouldn’t worry that other people would find them accidentally. Think about the chance, dude!” says Judeo. “What do you mean I can’t find them? I’ve been deleting a bunch of them so far,” replies Victor. Judeo’s face is frowned by that answer. He then tells Victor to move, so that he can do it himself. “You fool. If you look for them in each folder manually like this, you won’t be finished until America becomes great again.” In fact, Judeo doesn’t need any specific technique to look for them. He simply searches the file based on file type, and lets the computer do the rest. “Why don’t you just tell me before on the phone?” asks Victor. “How would I know that you don’t know about these trivial things?” replies Judeo. And so, after letting the comput
Sunday, Victor doesn’t go to work. He has really reached his peak fatigue and plans to stay in the hideout for a full day. He already wakes up before dawn, but he doesn’t look so refreshed after a night of sleep. His face is so flat and dark, just like the way he woke up yesterday. It seems like he just had a similar nightmare. He leaves his room with his white undershirt so wet by sweat. As he intends to go to the kitchen, he finds Judeo is still busy in the monitoring room by himself. But that ponytail guy isn’t playing games like usual. Judeo has been busy since last night, investigating Leonard’s activity with those videos. He has gained access to that man’s Gdrive folder again, and inspects all the nasty videos in it. And indeed, he finds that Leonard has set several of those videos to be shared with several accounts. “Woi, haven’t you slept all night?” asks Victor. Judeo is startled a little. He takes off his headphone and turns his face at Victor. But he just turns his atte
He then copies that one video where Leonard bullied his own adorable daughter with his nasty toys. Victor stores that video to the phone that Judeo gave to him. “What are you going to do with that?” asks Mike. But Victor doesn’t give Mike an answer. Because his mind is still so busy processing all the sequence of scenarios that he is going to do. Mike only puts on an uninspired look on his face. The fact is, they still have another thing that they need to clear. And it’s something that is more urgent than Victor’s issue with Leonard. “Just don’t forget what you are going to do with Gambino,” says Mike before taking his leave. It invites Chappy’s attention. “Bro! What happened between you and Gambino? Please understand, bro! Gambino is a good man! I believe…” Victor is chuckling a little by his words, and that chuckling turns Chappy silent. “A good man, you said? Yeah, right! He wants to take you back from me. But you should already know why I couldn’t let you free,” replies Vict
She is getting panicked. She just got the news that her husband has just been fired by Counterbrand. Now, even the daughter is also in trouble. It's commonplace, telling someone is something that always makes the problem feel lighter. But she is also not allowed to say anything to anyone. While the one who sent her that nude picture of her daughter can no longer be contacted either. She begins to think, could this be the cause that her daughter locks herself in the room. With so much uncertainty, she forces herself to knock on the door again. “Grace!” she calls. “Can’t you open the door?” “Please, mom! It's Sunday! Let me alone!” replies the girls half shouting. She wants to hit the door as hard as she could. But she isn’t sure if it would be good for her daughter later or not. After all, about that nude picture… “Hold on!” she mumbles, and immediately, in half panicked, she re-opens the message again. She only intends to check on that picture, whether it’s really her daughter o
In fact, Judeo hasn’t had any sleep since last night. He looks so tired and pale. And somehow, that condition helps him in convincing Nora that he is not a bad guy. He does look like a weak person who comes from a poor family at the moment. Judeo keeps his solemn look, even making it look more gloomy. He is silent for a moment. Before going to the next phase of his scenario, he gives a chance for Nora to have some doubt in her bad thoughts and judgement about him. “I don’t want anything from you. I’m just a man, the weak from a poor family. I don’t have the confidence to take this matter to the court or to the police. I’m afraid your husband didn’t do this only by himself. He could have a backup from some gangsters out there. I’m just too afraid to take the risk, because I still have a family to protect.” And so, Nora’s suspicious gaze slowly turns into a confused one. There Judeo affirms that everything has been going according to Victor’s plan. “If it’s that dangerous, then, why
Elsewhere, on the road, Victor looks so tired in the back seat. He rubs his forehead, feeling so dizzy after forcing his brain to work to its full capacity.He could just give all that evidence to the police, and report Leonard by himself. But he is never so sure about that option. Because he believes that he has been in the police’s radar since the issue of Diego’s death.After all, he can’t just tell the police how he collected those videos so far. He has kicked that man from his company. He just doesn’t want that issue to lead the public’s attention back to his company again, and deteriorate the company’s image even further.“I hope that man goes to jail without dragging me and the company in his issue,” says Victor with a tired face.“Heh, is that how you pay him back? Without getting yourself involved?” Mike responds with a bit of silly chuckle.“Isn’t this what you want? To think it through thoroughly, no more half measures? Without putting myself into the more trouble?” replies
But they don’t find anything inside that house. Except for one room that is still locked from the other side. Until a few moments later, Frank and Morgan come to that house, since they happen to be patrolling near that location. They then break the door of that office. There they find Leonard lying on the floor, already dead because of one gunshot in the mouth. “Cast them out!” says Officer Frank to his partner, to keep those neighbors out of that house. Officer Frank examines the condition of that one room for a moment. It’s really a murder inside a locked room, with no other way in or out of that room. There’s a Glock17 near his dead body, a handgun that Leonard possesses legally with a license. The blood has been so thick flowing out on the floor. The glass cabinet behind Leonard’s working desk is also broken because of the bullet that penetrated Leonard’s head. “Jesus Christ!” he mumbles with a wrinkled face. Despite all that, he is still not so sure if it’s a suicide, since