On the other side, a man whose hair had grown gray in places was pacing back and forth in the living room. The man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and material pants, and in his hand, a cell phone lit up with a news update about the discovery of a man's body in the Infrastraat president's office, with two bullet holes in the forehead.The man was Wood Diego, a family patriarch in his mid-fifties. Every now and then, he looked like he wanted to slam his cell phone on the floor and scream at the top of his lungs until his servants tiptoed in fear.Diego ran a hand through his hair, "Why is everyone preventing me from picking up my own son's corpse?" he asked himself. He was still walking to and fro, thinking of ways to bring home the body of his son, who had died in a foreign land. Yes, he was the father of Marco, a man who had died alongside the president of the country of Infrastraat after plotting a great crime at the expense of the people as well as his own country. Now that the
On the other hand, the Ibfrastraat government was in the middle of a major negotiation that required a lot of advice and input. The country is currently without a president following John's untimely death. And the government was taken over by the ministers, who were now deliberating hard to make a big decision.One man, the minister of national defense, now made his point, "I have withdrawn all troops from the battlefield. There are no additional casualties, and all the civilians who were forced into the war have also been found. I have asked the other ministers if all the families affected will be compensated for the wrongs committed by our former president."The other ministers nodded in agreement. It was only fitting that they should do so. Everyone has a family, and they also disagreed with the president's sending soldiers secretly without the consent of the other ministers. And now, there was still one more problem to deal with. That was the people outside of Infrastraart who had
Julius sped up his vehicle on the crowded street of private and public vehicles. The man stepped on the pedal, picking up speed with his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Another man in his sports car was driving at high speed and trying to overtake him.The streets at lunchtime were bustling, but Julius could skillfully avoid the various vehicles that passed in front of him. In contrast to the red-haired man who was less than half a meter away from Julius, the man was repeatedly caught by the cars that Julius passed. He had to be extra careful in driving and avoid accidents that could happen.Then, the man increased his speed when he saw it was quiet ahead. The traffic light was still green, but the time was almost up to a few seconds. The man used this moment to chase Julius's car until he almost hit a sedan that appeared from the side like a ghost. "Shit!" the man cursed and sped up again. He stepped on the gas pedal, and his eyes lit up with pleasure as he saw th
On another day, when the sky turned dark, Julius drove his Audi to a bar around the city centre. He was wearing glasses and a black casual shirt. A smartwatch was attached to his wrist with a ring adorning his thumb.That night, the bar was quite crowded. People were partying with alcoholic beverages in various variants. The music thumped loudly, and people danced crazily. Women and men were touching each other without caring whether they had [partners or not. All they knew was they just wanted to have fun until dawn tonight.In a relaxed state, Julius entered the bar area and was immediately greeted by several people who knew him as an influential person in Pharae. One of them was a man who worked as a young businessman who had just started his business in the field of communication, "Hello, Mr Julius. Nice to see you here. Did you come to fulfil my invitation to drink a few weeks ago?" he asked enthusiastically.Julius just glanced at the man, clearly ignoring him because he had com
Two days later, at the sports fair commemorating Pharae's birthday, Julius was invited to open the event and give a speech. As someone with influence in the city, Julius naturally received special treatment. He sat at the front with the ministers and the mayor, shaking hands and exchanging small talk about possible future collaborations.Now, Julius stood on the stage with a microphone, "May the people of Pharae city always be at the forefront and continue to grow," Julius concluded and immediately drew applause from those present at the event. Julius smiled formally and bowed politely to all the residents before getting down and leaving the speech area.Not long after, Julius returned. But this time, he didn't return to open the welcome or give a speech. Julius had come to run a forty-two-kilometre marathon around the centre of Pharao. Julius was already wearing short, over-the-knee tracksuit bottoms and a grey t-shirt. One looked at him, and people could see his clearly defined musc
As for Julius, he was already at the starting line, waiting for the signal to run. When the confetti finally erupted, the runners immediately moved their feet away from the starting line. There was excited laughter, with cheers from the family watching on. They swung balloons of various shapes in amusement.Julius smiled a little, building his image among the people who apparently idolized him as a man of influence and wealth. With a good start, Julius began running and overtook the people ahead of him. For a few moments, people on the side of the road were still cheering for every marathon participant, including Julius. He nodded briefly and returned to running, following the route the organizers had prepared to enliven this event.Apparently, people's assumptions about Julius were wrong. At this point, halfway through the race, Julius' stamina was still as good as ever. He managed his breathing and speed, even leading the achievements of the other participants. Behind him, the men
It was chaos. Too many people had come to the event, which was difficult for the few police officers. Most of them were hysterical and crying, crouching down as if their legs could no longer move and running. The few who could still run screamed and cursed at their bad luck.Then, things got even more chaotic as armed troops appeared from all sides of the square. They carried firearms and sharp weapons, pointing at anyone who tried to flee the scene. A man in a blue jersey seemed unconcerned as he shoved one of the gun-toting besiegers, "Move aside! I'm not afraid of you! You're just-! And the sound of firearms going off was heard. The man fell to the ground with blood pouring out of his head, just lying there because he had lost his life.The people who witnessed the incident screamed in terror and scattered further away. Unfortunately, so many troops surrounded them that they were forced to crouch down and raise their hands to avoid being hurt.At that moment, the situation in the s
Diego kicked the chair in front of him hard and shouted in a booming voice, "Damn it! Why did he survive again, huh?!" The man looked furious, his face bright red and his eyes bulging. He threw everything against the wall, including the wine glass and bottle he had just enjoyed a few minutes ago. They were shattered, and he didn't care about the price of the drink that was now gone without a sip of enjoyment.The man rubbed his face roughly, "They should have moved properly! Why is it so hard to kill that bastard? Are they so stupid that they can't even stab a man who isn't protected by anyone? Do I have to set an example with my own hands?" he raged, having again failed to take the life of the Julius he hated so much. His plan failed because of luck or because his people were stupid and couldn't take advantage of the situation. One thing was for sure, he hated failure in his life.In annoyance, the man punched the air, "You just need to stab him like this! Then he falls, and you can