William's Revenge

ATTACK

On the way, in the rearview mirror, Pak Ramlan saw a group of motorcyclists trying to catch up with them. In another hundred meters, the bikers would be able to match their position.

"Mr. Adimas, it looks like someone wants to obstruct today's meeting," Pak Ramlan said, glancing at the motorists from the rearview mirror above his left side.

Adimas looked back. The motorcyclists were dressed in all black uniforms, and wore black full-face helmets with dark glasses. "Mr. Ramlan, I ask you to increase the speed. I want to play around."

Mr. Ramlan nodded, and a moment later, the car Adimas was in increased its speed to 120km/h.

"The usual plan, brother?" Lukman looked at Adimas seriously.

"Of course. Let's have some fun."

At the intersection, the four cars separated. Mr. Ramlan slammed the steering wheel and immediately turned around. Through the windshield, the three of them saw that the ten motorists were confused.

"Get the revolver ready," Adimas said, his eyes still watching behind him.

Two motorcyclists also turned around and chased the car driven by Mr. Ramlan. Despite being separated, the bikers were brave enough to give chase. Little did they know, Adimas was preparing to pull a bullet out of his sleeve.

"Don't kill them all. Leave two lives for Mr. Adimas' entertainment," Lukman told the bodyguards in the other three cars.

***

A chase ensued. The two motorcyclists repeatedly tried to equalize their positions, but to no avail because Mr. Ramlan would not let them.

At the intersection, the red light flashed. Pak Ramlan stepped on the gas and ran through it. Fortunately, the road was not so crowded. The two motorists were still chasing. Adimas saw that one of them was holding a black revolver.

"Ramlan, it's time we finished," said Adimas.

When they were on the road with trees on the right and left sides of the road. The speed was increased. The car was traveling at 140km/h. The two motorcyclists accelerated their bikes and changed positions across the road.

"Three... Two... One," Lukman instructed. On the winding road, Mr. Ramlan slammed the steering wheel, played with the gear lever, and pressed the brake pedal deeply. Their car closed in on the road.

There was a loud squeal of tires, and the motorist had no time to slow down. And...

Brakk!!

Their front tire crashed into a black Rubicon that had been covered in steel and bulletproof glass. The two bikers flew into the air, while the motorcycle they were riding spun around and lay on the right side of the road.

From his steering wheel, Mr. Ramlan confirmed that the two motorists had passed out.

Adimas and Lukman immediately opened the car door while holding a revolver. Meanwhile, Mr. Ramlan moved the car to fortify their action.

The two riders were lying on the road. Fresh blood was running down one of them. Adimas removed the helmets that covered their faces. The man with the slightly pimply face was still conscious and could see Adimas clearly mourning his friend who was ready to be sent to hell.

After seeing his friend executed, the man was terrified and begged not to be killed as well.

"Please don't kill me...." the man said weakly. His legs and arms were broken in the accident.

Adimas approached the man. He stood right beside him. Adimas' right foot began to lift and prepare to step on. Suddenly, the cell phone in the man's pants pocket rang. Adimas spontaneously reached into his pocket and took the phone.

A private call came in. Adimas swiped the phone screen and held it to his ear.

"Did you make it?" A male voice sounded on the other side. "I'll transfer the rest after you send me a photo of Adimas' corpse."

Hearing the man's voice, Adimas felt strange. He had never heard that color of voice before.

"Hey, I asked. Did you make it?" the man asked again.

"The owner of this phone will soon experience the most painful death of his life."

A gunshot rang out. Adimas aimed the bullet in his revolver right at the rider's vitals. His desire to make the man die a slow death was put on hold after he received the call.

"Even in hell, you won't be able to have children." Adimas gave a vicious stare and let the man die wide-eyed.

***

Pak Ramlan and Lukman worked together to put the two bodies into the car. They intend to give the bodies to Adimas' pet Sumatran tiger, named Lintang.

"Who was the attacker? Do you have any premonition?" Lukman asked while dragging the body of one of the motorists.

The body he was dragging seemed to be in excruciating pain before his death. The motorist's eyes were wide open and almost popped out. His vital organs were swollen from the bullet Adimas had lodged in them.

"I can't conclude anything right now. What's clear is that the caller's voice, I've never heard before. The color of that voice, it wasn't from my enemies back then like Herman and Bara. Besides, how dare they attack me with a fake assassin like this."

"So, you don't suspect anyone?" Lukman seriously confirmed.

"Nope. Not for now." Adimas shook his head. "But one thing you should know, Lukman. I can't just forget this incident. The color of that voice, it's very distinctive in my ears."

When Mr. Ramlan and Lukman had managed to get the two bodies into the car, the three cars that had split up earlier caught up with them.

"Did you make it?" Lukman asked.

"We made it, sir. Two people fainted in the car. Meanwhile, we took the other six bodies to be buried near the factory," replied one of the guards.

"Did you clean up the junk bikes?"

"The container truck was carrying out the task of combing the incident and carrying the motorcycles."

"Alright. Carry out your duties immediately. Don't leave any traces behind anywhere."

"Yes, Mr. Lukman. Now, we will bring the bodies."

"Don't bury them," Lukman interrupted. "Put them in this Rubicon. There are two bodies already inside. Just join them. Then, take this car to the factory. Cut it into pieces. For a few weeks' worth of food for the latitude."

"Okay. We'll do it."

Mr. Ramlan exchanged cars with the bodyguard. They continued on their way to attend a business meeting. Meanwhile, the black Rubicon in which Adimas was riding turned around and headed towards Adimas' Sabu factory. All of Adimas' cars had been armored with steel and bulletproof glass. So, changing cars was no problem for him.

***

Adimas' assault made him late arriving at a five-star hotel in Cikini. The Russian business partner was visibly disappointed by Adimas' tardiness. The planned meeting should have happened half an hour ago.

The disheveled face of Damien, the business partner, is on display without hesitation. The disheveled face seemed to taint Adimas' achievements in the field of high-end drug smuggling.

"Sorry we're late." Lukman opened the conversation. "There was an incident that happened while we were on our way," he said again in English.

"I guess you guys are just playing games with us," Damien replied curtly.

"No, sir. We did have an incident. Some people tried to attack us." Lukman showed a photo of when Mr. Ramlan first told him that there were ten motorcyclists chasing them. Lukman was smart, in a time of crisis like this, he was still reliable.

Damien reached for Lukman's cell phone. Instantly his face changed and he understood what was happening. "Looks like you have a lot of enemies here."

"The taller the tree. The stronger the wind," Lukman said.

"Good saying." Damien stuck his thumb right in front of Lukman in agreement.

The meeting between Adimas and Damien could finally proceed to the core stage. This meeting was very important for the relationship between the two camps. Adimas needed more money to enlarge and expand his marijuana farm. In addition, he also wanted to add dozens more bodyguards to tighten and strengthen the defense of his group.

Damien, on the other hand, wanted to get hundreds of kilos of methamphetamine at a cheaper price than ordering from his partner who owns a factory in South Korea. The low rupiah exchange rate has special value for foreigners.