Between the Doctor and the Mafia

Chapter 35. S2

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Kenzie left the base. He was satisfied killing today. His life was empty without killing, like an everyday meal he could not help but do. For Kenzie killing can relieve stress from his head. Let alone killing the person who betrayed him, or the person who dared to disturb his life.

Kenzie parked his car in the hospital lobby. The doctor's coat wrapped his body. He got out of the car. The admiration of the doctors and nurses was on him. However, no one had managed to snatch the heart of this handsome doctor. No one knows if he's the most ruthless Mafia boss and has no humanity.

“Good day doctor”. The nurses saluted.

“Siang”. Kenzie is flat and cold. He went into his room. In addition to working as a cancer specialist he is also the director and owner of this hospital. The hospital he built with his own efforts and hard work.

Mendes Hostpital’s is actually located in Washington DC. But since he was an adult, Kenzie built a new hospital in New York, to avenge him. While his hospital, located in Washington DC, is managed by his own best friend. Mendes was the last name of Kenzie, the surname of his mother. He deliberately did not use that name at the end of his name. To preserve his true identity.

Kenzie opened his doctor's coat and then hooked up his oversized chair. On the table was stacked various patient files that he had to check and patient reports every month. Kenzie's hospital is a luxurious hospital with complete facilities and also the most expensive hospital of course the people who are treated here people from among the columnarate.

Kenzie breathed a heavy breath. If he is not in the hospital, he will take care of the company. His life is spent on work and killing, there is no time for this handsome man to spend just a day or a stress-relieving vacation.

Kenzie checked his patient data. Patient data from various diseases. Some are moderate, some are experiencing severe problems and not a few are related to cancer.

“Zevanya Anggela”. He read one patient's name contained in a yellow maff “Like no stranger? But who?”. He seemed to think hard “Do I know him?”. Kenzie Mumbles.

Kenzie again read the data contained in the file. His forehead again wrinkled when he saw the dianogsa listed there. He has never treated a patient with that name. But it seems that the patient's name is no stranger to Kenzie.

“Orlando”. Call Kenzie to a doctor who is none other than his assistant in the hospital.

“Iya Doctor. Can I help you?”. Orlando asked as he entered Kenzie's room when his name was called. Kenzie does not want to hire women as his assistants.

“What patient named Zevenya Anggela has done the examination?”. Ask while reading the data related to the patient.

“Dock. In the file are listed all patient” diagnoses. Obviously Orlando pointed to the file that Kenzie checked.

“When will he do a re-examination?”. Ask Kenzie again who is still focused on the file in his hand.

“Tomorrow Dok”. Orlando Sahut.

“Good. Tomorrow let me check it out. Prepare all equipment. I'll do some test”.

“Good Dok”.

After explaining to the doctor. Orlando immediately left Kenzie's room.

Kenzie breathed a heavy sigh. He leaned his back. Living alone without anyone. Sometimes he feels lonely. Honestly though he has a lot of wealth and a lot of money. But he still felt empty and empty. Since childhood it has been common to live alone and fight alone, there are no friends or close friends who accompany him. Zoalva rarely visited him. The man will come if there is a problem with Headquarters or is pursuing his cause.

Elsewhere…….

Myron and Homer enter his new base. Sometimes Myron tortures his munitions at Black Glorified Headquarters and Lion Killer 2. Sometimes he also finished at his headquarters.

The man's steps were wide. Again and again there are people who still dare to betray him despite having been given warnings and threats repeatedly. But also not by those who thirst for death.

“Eject them”. Myron's Order

“Good Tuan”.

Brakkkkkkkkkkkk

They were pushed to the ground. Their faces were unrecognizable, some of them even had their faces cut down by sharp daggers, making the incisions clear.

Myron stepped. Actually it is lazy, because every day has to deal with the same problem. Killing isn't boring, but killing people for the same reasons and problems isn't boring.

“I don't want to make small talk, tell me why you are betraying?”. Ask Myron to the point. He's a beard staring at those unknowing humans.

“M-forgive us Tuan”. Follow one of them with a nervous tone. While the others were no longer able to speak due to fear with Myron's gaze. They already knew how cruel Myron was, but still they dared to betray.

“I need an answer not an apology. Because until the world is turned upside down five hundred million times I will not forgive and forgive you guys”. Myron. He was lazy if he had to ask the same thing. Every day is the problem. Is there nothing else? Myron was wondering who it was? Cut Silent's? Black Tiger's? Or there's another one.

“Homer”.

“Iya Tuan”. Homer approached and was ready to take orders from his Master.

“Throw them to the coals. Make sure the heat is a thousand times hotter than usual. Do not let their blood remain, finish until it becomes abu”. Myron Leech.

“Good Tuan”.

Soon Homer and the other members dragged the four men along. Although rebellious, the men still could not fight because their strength was exhausted and weak.

“Ampuni we Tuan”. Shouted them

“Ampuni we Tuan”.

“Ampuni we Tuan”.

The cry for mercy sounded so clear. Instead of being full of Myron even cared for his ears. He felt unworthy to give the traitor a chance. A traitor if forgiven would still betray, so what for?

Homer and the others threw the men into the heated coals. That's how Myron if he got tired of killing with blood then he would throw his captive in the burning coals. He created his own hell after God. He did not care who he had to torture, as long as that person betrayed and hurt himself then his artificial hell was the final resting place.

“Arghhhhhhhhh”.

“Argghhhhhhhh”.

“Arghhhhhhhh”.

“Arghhhhhhhh”.

The screams of pain sounded so sad. They regretted betraying a man named Myron. There is no forgiveness if it is discovered that there is only torture and moans that cannot be explained in words.

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