A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

A PUNISHMENT WORTHY OF TRAITORS

Jensen had just arrived at his residence. The man, since becoming a direct subordinate and mainstay of Rusli, has increased the level of his life. Under the control of the iron-hearted man, Jensen used the Darkest to carry out a series of movements to conquer the territories of the underground groups that were considered to potentially threaten the dynamics of the shares owned by the Putra Pomalango company.

As far as possible, Jensen actually put Darkest on the cutting edge to deal with business competitors. Only a few solid companies with solid foundations that are not easily subdued. One of them is Buana Asparaga belonging to the Lasantu Family.

Adnan Lasantu as the main owner of the company does have a strong connection and patronized so that the pillars of his strength are so strong, difficult to conquer. After all, they play in areas that are considered clean to be impeccable in the eyes of the law. It certainly democratizes the credibility, bona fide and integrity of the company in the eyes of investors and local and provincial governments.

Large-scale tenders, still controlled by the company. Moreover, Kenzie, the heir who now occupies the throne of the main president, is much colder, assertive, cruel and difficult to touch than his predecessor. Past mistakes led him to erect surrounding security walls so that rarely could the man be caught by the games of shortsightedness thrown by his competitors.

Jensen took a leisurely step through the park. So far all his actions have published satisfactory results in the eyes of Rusli. Several digits of virtual money are transferred by the president to his personal account. Jensen really became a rich man among the underground.

Not to forget, he bribed some of the leaders of the Darkest squad so that they were able to deploy his men when needed for an action. Jensen is now the king of the underground.

The man arrived at the door. His hand went into the bag and reached into the door lock of his house. The man inserted the key into the keyhole and twisted it several times.

THE CLAMPS!!!!

The opening lever shifted and Jensen turned the handle and pushed the door forward. He came in and closed the door again. His hand stalled to the switch lever.

CLICK!!!

HEH???

Jensen's eyebrows are wrinkled. The light switch was pressed but not the least of the room was bright. Darkness enveloped the room, though it was not too dark as several reflections of light burst in through the vents, illuminating the room.

Jensen didn't give up. The man's hand continued to stretch out and press the switch.

CLIQUE... CLIQUE... CLIQUE... CLIQUE...

Jensen was getting upset. But he remembered the possibility, the light bulb installed in the room was extinguished because it suffered a broken tungsten filament that functions to circulate electric current into light. The bulb in the room has not been replaced for a long time.

Irritated, Jensen stepped out of the place continuing to cross the living room. He arrived in the kitchen. The guy touched the switch back there. But the same too. The bulb doesn't light up one bit.

Hey... Why are the lights in my house compact on all off huh????

DEG!!!!

The suspicion immediately appeared. His instincts as a fighter instantly predicted a thought that slipped in his mind.

Someone sent an intruder here...

Jensen lost his tiredness. His adrenaline instantly increased and his alertness instantly mounted.

"How is Jensen.." greet someone in the dark. Flat and cold.

The sound is very well known. With pias but clairvoyant Jensen directly flipped facing the living room.

A figure disguised in the darkness, seemed to be sitting leisurely half-bending. In front of him was a bottle of drink and two tall glasses. He could disguise himself in the dark. However, his distinctive voice never disappeared.

"Skullen.." guess Jensen then swallows his saliva. Reflexively his body immediately showed a defensive attitude.

"Why are you so tense, Jensen?" skullen asked casually, but his voice remained cold and intimidating. In conclusion, Jensen actually knew that the figure in front of him had long known all his actions. "Did you make a mistake?"

"Have you come back to take over Darkest?" ask Jensen back.

That figure hasn't changed. Sit still with half a bow. Jensen sharpened his gaze. On the right side of the figure appears to be leaning on the back of the sofa, a strangely shaped cleaver. The figure remains invisible, well covered by dark displays.

"I have no more such desires." replied the figure. "Take me a drink, Jensen."

Jensen was still standing in his place. The figure moved his hand to take the bottle and pour the contents on each glass equally and put the empty bottle some distance away from the two glasses standing side by side.

"Why are you still standing there, Jensen?" reprimand that figure. "Are you afraid of death?"

"When I do this act, I no longer think of death" Jensen replied with a slight frown.

"Good.your principles never change." praise the figure. "While I know, you're no longer a person I know." the figure then thrusts a glass slightly forward. "That drink isn't poisonous, Jensen. You already know, who's the figure in front of you well, right?"

Jensen. The figure, although clever but honest in holding principles. He may be carrying out the task of executing death, but the figure in front of him is not a person who cheats and justifies everything.

Jensen finally decided to go to the figure and sit in front of him. The two stared at each other for a long time.

"Drink.." he took the glass and brought it closer to his mouth.

Jensen finally followed what the figure did. The two then drank a mouthful after a mouthful.

"Aaaaahhhhhh.." the two sighed simultaneously and placed the glass together on the table.

Returning to his original attitude, the figure began to interrogate his former beliefs.

"Why are you doing this to me, Jensen?" ask the figure slowly, flat but still cool and sangar.

"I had no other choice" replied Jensen again reaching for the glass and gulping down again.

The figure also took a glass and gulped down its contents. The two again put the completely empty glass on the table.

"Why did you bring Darkest to do that?" ask that figure. "I don't mind, you committed personal treason. But you brought them, then your sins are collective to me..."

"I know." replied Jensen.

"And you're expanding the territory. You're invading the east and south." reveal the figure, "Are we not in the north? What the hell did you do it for? Is it for Rusli?"

"I don't deny it." replied Jensen calmly.

"I'm giving you a chance to get back to our previous principles" the figure said. "You still remember the law we made together in Darkest, right?"

The figure then took out everything from behind his waist and placed the thing in the middle of the table.

Jensen stared at the dagger. The punishment that the figure had inflicted on him was clear. He must pay it off with blood. Jensen then smiled then looked at the figure.

"I'm sorry. I refused!" toilet the man.

"That means you're ready for the consequences?" bring that figure.

"I'm so ready!" jensen said steadily.

"Good.." said the figure.

NAH!!! SIUUTTT.... TRANGGGG....

"You think I've never prepared for this?" sindir Jensen smiled cynically.

The man pushed the weapon and threw his fist towards the face of the figure. The figure immediately slapped Jensen's wrist.

SRINGGG.... HEH?!

Jensen flicked a bit of his wrist that was held back with the blade of the cleaver by the figure. A secret knife, similar to the weapons of the assassins suddenly appeared and almost pierced the face of the figure. For a moment the figure was slightly pulling his face back.

The figure after floating the blade of the machete forward made Jensen forced to throw his body back, leaning on the back of the sofa. The man then pushed his foot onto the table so that the sofa tumbled backwards.

That figure is not silent. He leapt forward, grasping the hilt of the machete with both hands, the figure swung the weapon forward with the target of the part occupied by Jensen.

Sontak Jensen did a rear rolling then sat down to kneel for a moment then forward swinging a kick targeting the face of the owner of the machete.

That figure is not silent. Utilizing both his hands and the weapon that stuck on the sofa as a shaft, the man swung his body aside and swung a kick from the side, slapping the kick that Jensen swung forward. Following that he stepped on the sofa with his leg that kicked earlier and re-twisted his body with a rounding kick.

BUCK!!! UGHHH....

This time the twisting kick hit Jensen's cheek causing the man to be thrown a few footprints to the side and hit the sideboard. Fortunately, he still had consciousness so that the kick had no effect, but only a feeling of dizziness.

Jensen shook his head to expel the dizziness and then looked again at the figure who advanced to attack. The man shook both hands. This time both of his hands had been equipped with knives that slid down from within his sleeves.

Jensen countered back while swinging both knives gave a push with movements that targeted vital points on his opponent's body.

The figure several times played his machete to fend off the attacks that bertubi, but he did not panic.

Jensen's attack was basically the same pattern, so the figure had no trouble reading his opponent's attack.

Jensen went forward and knocked out his two knives. The figure was only a step back, while Jensen advanced again flicking his two knives making the figure take another step back.

Suddenly the figure swung a kick that unexpectedly Jensen forward infiltrated between the hands and the gap there penetrated directly into the chin.

A DUAKKK!!! OOOCH....

Jensen was thrown backwards with a position of salto and fell face down. Quickly the man got up. Occasionally his left hand stroked the chest which he felt pain due to hitting the floor hard.

The figure again toyed with the cleaver in front of Jensen, giving him a trick movement with the game of the cleaver. Jensen was fed by the bait so the reflex stepped back.

The figure advanced while swinging his machete forward. Jensen immediately lowered his head and charged forward with his knife.

NAH!!! HMM????

The figure slapped the arm that Jensen used to shake the weapon. The man was surprised. But he almost hit because of slapping his opponent's wrist, the figure then advanced his hand with two fingertips eyeing Jensen's eyes.

With a swift Jensen flicked his hand shielding the face of the target of two sturdy fingers belonging to the figure.

The figure pulled his finger and instead threw his weapon forward aiming at Jensen's chest. Immediately, Jensen swung his hand wagging towards the cleaver.

TRANGGGS....

The weapon bounced despite not being separated from the grasp of the figure. He turned himself and went back to swinging the machete. Jensen again shook his hand to fend off the object.

TRANGGGG....

Jensen again did not think, the figure threw a kick that hit his chest. Jensen snorted while lined up backwards. The figure struck back with a swing of a kick again, this time lodged in the stomach.

OOOOFFFFBHH....

Jensen roared and his body again lined up backwards and finally toppled again. The figure jumped up again swinging his machete towards Jensen.

Quickly the man rolled to the side making the attack of the figure go raw. He rose with a stinging breath.

The figure stood quietly then looked at Jensen haughtily. "I've given you a choice, Jensen."

Jensen chuckles in his disordered breath due to consuming too many cigarettes.

"I've never run away from fate, but I'm not going to let fate get to me so easily" he said again putting up a fighting stance.

"Good.I love your spirit!" said the figure, back forward.

Forced Jensen to return to serve the attack figure. It's true that Skullen doesn't feel tired. Is he a monster???

Jensen's movements began to suck because of fatigue. His body had started to be hit by many punches and kicks that he received. But as a main retainer of the Darkest people, Jensen refused to lose.

Skullen didn't miss that either. He respected the man even though he had betrayed him a lot. But that doesn't mean the betrayal is silent.

Jensen gasped in shock when the strange machete Skullen shot, successfully slashing his body and tearing it apart, revealing a slash wound that made the shudder stand up.

Jensen stared at the figure tremblingly. He groaned but the voice did not come out because the pain overpowered everything. Enveloped in intense pain, Jensen collapsed slowly to the floor and lay there on a wet floor, filled with blood that began to flood.

The figure then knelt beside the dying Jensen. His hands stretched out to touch Jensen's face.

"Sleep, my friend..sleep, let me take your life to His side.." said the figure slowly.

In the middle of the naza due to heading for the last breath, Jensen was finally only able to nod approvingly to the figure's actions.

The figure placed his blade against Jensen's neck. Both are old-fashioned. Once again Jensen nodded weakly and trembled.

CRASHH.....

Jensen's body flinched once more as the figure slammed down his machete, splitting and dangling the neck instantly. After the ritual ended, the figure took out a small sack and picked up Jensen's separate head then put it in the sack.

The figure got up and stepped away in a wet sack containing the head of the traitor.

...******...

Tolinggula, 03:03

A knock on the door, woke up the bear. The characteristic rhythm of the beats makes the drowsiness evaporate. The man got up and got out of his room and walked towards the front door.

KRIEEETTT....

The silence of the dawn made the sound of the door opening sound so clear. In front of him, sat down on his knees a young man with a machete in his left hand and his right hand thrusting out a large pouch containing a head.

The man smiled. "You have done your duty. Rest, Skullen." []