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
Arriving at the police station, Eraser stepped out of the Bugatti. He did not need to park at a distance and make a discreet move to the police station. He had always been confident and moved boldly.Such was the case in the past when he was sent on a mission. Master Reeds had sent him to retrieve a briefcase from the hands of an Italian Mafia lord.Judging by how fierce the Mafia lord was, every other cartel feared him and always avoided him. In terms of business, they would not try to cheat unless they knew it was their heads that would be gone for it.Retrieving the briefcase, Eraser walked boldly into the cartel of the Mafia lord with just one pistol. Saying nothing at the entrance, the first thing that made a sound was his gunshot towards a guard at the entrance.Shooting the guard, he quickly turned to the other guy, and before the guard could retrieve his pistol from his holster, Eraser had already given him two shots in the chest. For someone at the shooting front, it was alwa
No matter the mask Eraser wore, Mr. Kim had been working with him for so many years, so he recognized him. Talk about his physique; even as he spoke less and acted more, Mr. Kim could recognize his voice and everything else.In the same way, Eraser knew this, and hence, he knew he needed not to act in the presence of Mr. Kim. Slowly, he removed his mask and untied his hair, part of which fell back to cover his eyes.Saying nothing further, Mr. Kim closed his eyes and fell to his knees. “Do it!” he said confidently as he swallowed his saliva.While his eyes remained closed, he tried to shut his mind away from the intended cause of action that was about to happen to him. In this strength, he thought about something else.He thought about the happy moments he had with his wife and kid. Truly, his work had taken him away from them for a long time, but there was not a morning he did not pick out their pictures from his suit, look at them, and smile.He knew he had killed many people for th
The news of Mr. Kim's death soon filled the air. Each broadcasting corporation, each channel, each newspaper, and each social media handler eager for attention saw this as an opportunity to go viral.Mostly, the trending keyword was, “A man killed in the police cell, but by whom?”As a result, different press houses arrived at the police station, attempting to find their way in and video or photograph the dead man in the cell. However, being allowed inside by the police officers was out of the question.Nevertheless, this did not prevent reporters from going live outside the police station and showing their audience what had happened.“Hello, our dearest viewers. As you already know, a certain man was killed in a police cell just a few hours ago. But who killed this man, and how did he get into the police station without the police knowing? My name is Reporter Jasmine, and today we are live at the police station.”“In the early hours of today, Thursday, April 22nd, a man who had been