Different TV stations, different radio stations, various blogs and magazines, various YouTube channels, Twitch channels, Snapchat handles, TikTok handles, Twitter handles—all began to talk about the arrest of Alexander Reeds.However, the one and only channel Julius fixed his eyes upon as he watched from the luxury of his mansion was that of CNN, which was now present at the arrest scene.Right at the scene, Julius saw Reporter Jasmine wearing a white suit with a short skirt that failed to grow past the knee. He also saw her white heels, which indeed made her taller on camera.“We live in Miami, where Mr. Alexander Reeds has now been arrested. According to the live feed that everyone of us saw, of course, he drove out of this tunnel all the way from Chicago. Who would have known that this tunnel is like a portal between two cities in the United States of America?”“Anyway, this is not the point of our report. However, before we continue our report, we would like to implore the governm
Hearing what was being said on the live report, Master Reeds rose from his study chair. His face was impassive, his emotions quiet, and his stance was perfect.He walked gently to the glassy wall in his home office, his hands behind him, and with his suit, he looked every inch like the boss he was.“Mr. Kim,” Master Reeds called confidently.Mr. Kim, upon hearing Master Reeds' voice, walked into his home office. His height was not more than 5.4 feet, his face was adorned with a pair of anti-blue ray glasses, and his black suit and black leather shoes fitted him perfectly.In the same manner, he had a round face and short hair, which made him look a little bit plain. However, he never cared about his looks but only about what he could do for the boss.“You have been working with me for many years, Mr. Kim. You were brought in from South Korea and, of course, the military just to be of great service to me and my family.”“Yes, sir,” Mr. Kim bowed once more upon hearing Master Reeds' wor
Mr. Kim walked out of the compartment and found himself in the grand sitting area of the mansion. He needed no one to tell him where the car key was. He had been working for Master Reeds for so long that all he needed to do was glance at his corner, pick a key from the rolls available, and walk down to the car for which he had selected the key.Stepping out of the mansion and sliding into the vehicle, a BMW manufactured just the previous year, he inserted the key into the ignition and pressed the start button. The BMW roared to life like a gentle lion.Driving forward, Mr. Kim proceeded slowly out of the mansion gate and headed 20 minutes down to the bridge at the downtown of Chicago, where the city lights danced like stars against the night sky.“According to this map, I can navigate through this river and get to the fence of Julius Sabbath,” said Mr. Kim, holding the map in his hand. However, this did not mean that he had already stepped out of his car.He was still sitting by the w
Mr. Kim observed as the guards pressed their hands on the earpieces nestled in their ears once again. Immediately as they did this, it didn't matter the distance between them, uniformly, they turned and walked in the same steps and coordination into the mansion.“This is the right time to get in,” Mr. Kim uttered quickly as he reached out for the tiny explosive devices resembling caviar eggs in his diver propulsion vehicle. However, as his fingers touched these tiny explosive devices, his hand also touched a hook.“I completely forgot about this. I can shoot this hook to the top of the fence, and it will help me climb this fence quickly, no matter how tall it is. And it can also help me get down quickly. Everything in the space of a blink of an eye. Why did I forget about this hook?”As Mr. Kim said this, if he waited any longer, it would be a lie. Quickly, he held out the hook, which indeed looked like a pistol, and pulled its trigger, pointing it to the top of the fence.Immediately
Putting the bodyguards behind the big flower vase, Mr. Kim then pretended to be one of the bodyguards himself.First, he went back to the strategic position where he had fought with the previous two guards. He stayed there for about two minutes, then looked around the house.This was not the case where he only waited and looked alone. He was indeed calculating each angle of the mansion, each strategic position where there would be more guards and fewer guards.“This is the backyard. The front compound will certainly have more bodyguards. So I need to get into the mansion from the backdoor,” Mr. Kim thought to himself. Having thought this through, he waited no longer.Taking his very first step forward, Mr. Kim's eyes shot at a bodyguard who was now walking out from the back door. And with the skill Mr. Kim has, he quickly glanced inside the opened door before the guard closed it.“That is the kitchen area. Since Julius Sabbath is a wealthy man, there must be quite a number of chefs th
“What do you mean you took care of it?” Mr. Turner’s question sounded good, and Mr. Kim, of course, was not at a loss for words. Confidently, he replied,“I was guarding my usual position when I witnessed a spy jump over the fence and attempt to enter via the backdoor, sir. I instantly took care of it before it escalated.”Hearing this, Mr. Turner paused. His eyes still suspected Mr. Kim, yet he could not rush into action. Reverting back, he bowed to Julius and said,“Sir, according to this guard, the mansion has been infiltrated. We must get you to safety before we continue.”“Nonsense!” Julius exclaimed immediately.“Let’s go see the spy who infiltrated my mansion,” Julius said, and with this, Mr. Turner bowed once again.At the back door, Mr. Kim took Mr. Turner and Julius to the large flower vase. He showed them the two guards lying unconscious on the ground. One was in the correct uniform, while the other was in the suit Mr. Kim had changed him into.“That’s him right there. The
The commissioner of police arrived at Julius' mansion about 10 minutes after receiving his call. Behind him were his policemen, ready to swing into action at the commissioner’s direction.In addition to the commissioner’s car, which was parked in Julius’s compound, there were five other police cars and two black police vans. Aside from the police commissioner, there were twenty-five police officers.At the same time, somehow alerted to the event, the press also swarmed into Julius' compound.Various TV stations, with their logos prominently displayed, drove into Julius's mansion. Reporters rushed out of their vans, thrusting their microphones towards Julius, who was standing at the entrance of his mansion.“Master Julius Sabbath, we have heard about another attempt on your life. Once again, your bodyguard saved you. Who do you think is behind this attempt? Is it Mr. Alexander Reeds?” one reporter asked.“Certainly, Mr. Alexander Reeds has been apprehended and restricted from freedom.
Seeing this news on Tv, Master Reeds right in his home office, rose up boiling his hot emotions. The glass cup in his hands he flung at the wall and the laptop on his desk, he screamed and pushed it all to the ground. This was why one of his personal assistant rushed into the home office, “Master Reeds, anything the matter sir?” he bowed humbly in haste. “Get me Eraser right away.” master Reeds instructed, his emotions still boiling and which was obvious on him. “Eraser, sir?” the assistant asked again in total shock. He knew what Eraser was being called for; it was time to clean up a mess. This took him back in time to an event on the shore of the ocean. Master Reeds, Mr. Kim, and the rest of his associates had traveled to one of the Caribbean countries for business dealings. And on the shore of the ocean were their meeting points with the Jamaicans. Coming to the shore of the ocean by the Jamacians, they were black, wearing their long green caps, their large vintage shirts, th