Between the Doctor and the Mafia

Chapters 14. S2

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Zoalva pondered in the balcony of his room. Her heart always hurts when she sees Kenny. Because it reminds him of a time when the Grandmother hated him and said if he was the son of a pesky bearer. He also recalled how Yoshua blamed and yelled at him the murderer. That made Zoalva's heart ache.

“Grandfa”. Zoalva. He was so close to David. His grandfather was a confiding friend who always listened to what he told me.

“Impard Al”. He muttered softly, he looked at the night sky filled with a sprinkling of stars.

“I miss you Grandfa”. Say again. From childhood he was used to being with David, playing and learning cars. Even Zoalva once aspired to become a doctor like his grandfather David.

“If Al hadn't become Mafia, Grandfa wouldn't have left Al”. Zoalva. The man covered his sadness and guilt with his cold demeanor. He rarely hangs out with others and is very secretive.

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“What's up?”. Tanya picked up the phone.

“Comington to headquarters. There's something I want to talk to you”.

“Baik”.

Zoalva took the jacket and the car keys. He never wears an assistant. He does everything himself, because he doesn't like to depend on others.

Zoalva drove his car away from Daglish Park Mansion. He added high speed, in order to arrive on time at the destination.

Zoalva's car stopped at a decades-old building. The handsome man got down from the car with an expressionless flat face.

“Welcome Sir, already awaited Muda”. Said the bodyguard while saluting.

Zoalva did not answer, he went inside and was followed by several members of his Mafia. He went into the secret room. Where there was already awaited by a handsome man who was also sitting expressionless.

“What's up?”. Zoalva sat down with disoffa. The room looked dim, there were only small lights that illuminated the room.

The man walked over to Zoalva and sat down next to her.

“I've destroyed Black Glorified Headquarters and BTOB King”. Prattling

“You're serious? How can?”. Half of them don't believe.

“Of course I can”. Her mouth was proud and grimacing somobong.

Zoalva rolled her eyes lazy “What Myron and Zehemia did not counterattack?”. Ask.

“It looks like there was a counterattack”. The man said “I called you here to help me thwart the launch of Zehemiah's new weapon. We will seize the weapon, otherwise I will lose”. Evidently

“What can? You know Myron and Zehemia are no match for us to take for granted. They have a lot of access. Behind him were Uncle Mars and Uncle Fillipo. They will definitely not stay silent”. Timpal Zoalva

“I know”. He smiled smirk “I will destroy their company and they will lose everything. I want them to feel how painful it is to lose”. Said the man with a sharp look and killed.

Kenzie Deventer is a 30 year old man. Kenzie and Zoalva are best friends, meeting the two at an arms auction a few years ago. So Zoalva decided to join Kenzie. No one knew if Zoalva was part of Cut Silent and Winner King, other than his family members.

The friendship between the two men has been going on for years. Both have the same ambition of avenging all their grudges. Zoalva also had a grudge against Zehemiah because the man was always taller than him. So he just wants to accept Kenzie's offer to eliminate the Wilmar family and Ranlet Flint.

In a torture chamber. Myron stared intently at the two men whose hands and feet were reminded. Both faces were wounded and full.

“Who are you?”.

There is no reason, the two men even lowered their heads with bodies shaking violently. They had already been tortured with whips and blunt blows of objects thus causing his sinister face with swollen eyes.

“Say brengseekkkkkk”. Myron pulled the man's hair from behind.

Still no legalities. The man only endured the pain in his body and face. Myron pulled the man's hair violently.

“It turns out you can't in a gentle way ya”.

Myron opened the man's tongue and pulled it

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“Arghhhhhhh”.

The hysterical scream and pain sounded so groaning and creepy. Myron pulled the man's fingers. He pulled with force

No no no no no no

“Argggghhhh”.

“Arghhhhhh”.

Myron chopped off the man's fingers like chopping chicken meat. No matter what sounds good.

“Argghhhhhh”.

Myron smiled with satisfaction. He pulled the dagger. And put it in the man's head.

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Brughhhhhhhhhhh

The man's body lay lifeless on the ground. Blood was dripping from his mouth and fingers. It's sadistic, like hellish torture.

Zehemiah smiled proudly at his cousin. The man was indeed suitable to be a hitman who could definitely finish off his target without any rest. While Luke, to vomit because he felt disgusted and creepy.

In contrast to Zehekiel, the man was busy photographing and ignoring the sinister moment of Myron finishing off his opponent without mercy. Shawn and Johannes closed their eyes. Their cousin is cruel, second to none.

“Homer, finish”. His order.

“Good Tuan”. Homeric Sahut.

Myron looked at the other man. The man was already filled with the dripping sweat. His body shook with fear. His body felt cold hot, while watching his friend tortured directly in front of him and killed inhumanity.

Myron crouched down equating her height with that man. He stared sinisterly at the frightened looking man, as it was seen from the sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You want to be like him?”. Myron played her dagger, on the face of the man who was already scared instead of playing “You know? I don't like long-winded”. Say Myron “Now tell me who you are and who told you?”. Myron asked once more, she stared intently at the man so that their gazes met. The man had given up whatever was done to him. Because he won't tell the truth, if he says the same he's plunged into a hellhole.

There was no answer, only a groan of fear and pain could be heard from the man's mouth.

“You turned out to be just as mute as well”.

Myron rolled the man's neck from behind and..

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Once pull his neck off. There was no sound of groans of pain because he had not had time to scream his neck was broken. The man fell down and the blood flooded like rushing water.

“Clean”.

“Good Tuan”.

Myron handed her dagger to Homer and wiped her blood-soaked hands and her clothes and pants were full of red blood.

The others shuddered in horror. Although it was not the first time I had seen Myron kill. But still they felt how ill it was to be killed in such a manner.

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