Brajamustis
New Headquarters
Don opened the door, the door of the new headquarters with the approval of Boim. The headquarters more fittingly called the palace. Well, the palace is a more appropriate word to describe a large house with large pillars as well.
Dul Karim entered with a stunned look at the marble floor, crystal lights, large paintings and so on.
"Welcome, Dul, this is our home, and you just mention what you ask for as a complement. Women, liquor, drugs, or what? Just say it," said Don arrogantly puffing his chest. In his heart, Dul Karim only wanted a tiny house in a village, a patch of fields and a healthy wife and child.
"I need a place to mediate, and a mosquito can't bother me, either" said Dul Karim and was greeted with laughter by Don.
"I like your style Dul."
***
meanwhile, from behind the cell itself. The newly-entered Napi, whose body was covered in tattoos, appeared to be in a tatoo with a warden.
***
A tall, sexy woman approached Don. The clothes are minimal, the red skirt dangles sideways to the groin.
"Talk, this is Nikki, my boyfriend," Don said as he greeted the woman and snorted at her neck.
"Welcome, make yourself comfortable" said Nikki.
"Thank you," replied Dul Karim flatly.
"Come, I'll show you your room" Don asked. Dul Karim followed, and they went up to the second floor. Don opened a room door.
"Please" said Don. Dul Karim came in. A big room, a big bed, a tv, a fridge and a big cupboard. Dul Karim dropped his bag. A big butut bag is a faded brown.
The next morning, Dul Karim had taken a bath and dressed. He looked handsome and handsome with a new casual dress. Don opened the parking lot. Dul Karim looked at the sports car and moge collection Don and the other Boim men. From Harley Davidson to Triumph, from Ferrari to Audi, the basement parking is vast.
"It seems I need to learn to drive a car" said Dul Karim staring at Don and greeted with Laughter by Don.
"Hahaha.have to, you must learn to drive, now come with me, I show you the weapons storage." Dul Karim followed, Don opened a secret door on the wall disguised by marble. The door was to the descending stairs.
"It's a basement and there's still one more floor under it."
Dul Karim continued to follow Don. initially dark, after the lights were turned on, Dul Karim to gape in disbelief over what he saw now. On tables and glass cabinets along the walls, firearms are lined up and displayed like a museum. They range from the smallest and shortest pistols to the longest and the highest caliber machine guns. Dul Karim thought, this is a mafia weapon or a rebel warehouse.
"Please choose and take whichever you like" Don said in a snobbish romance. Dul Karim touched and weighed several pistols and rifles. Not long after, he dropped the option on a black silenced pistol like the one he first used.
***
It's a rough morning, it's Sunday. It's time for the prisoners to enjoy morning exercise. Inmates immediately scattered to the park and field in the field. Someone is fighting over the ball, and so on. No exception Boim and one new prisoner, a new prisoner full of stocky tattoos. He seemed to be watching Boim from his own angle, he was not at all interested in playing. His gaze was so sharp.
Among the excitement of the inmates who play volleyball, basketball and others, there are some inmates involved cheque and finally jotos.whether what was the trigger.initially they throw each other basketball. The chaos just happened. Boim did not stay silent, he was upset because the commotion had disrupted his sports time.
"But he doesn't have to hit me too dong Bos." Tension is not able to Boim redam. Inevitably, they also fought among the dust scattered like in the arena of cockfighting and among the sweat of the fighting prisoners, a pointed knife, a sharp knife, sharp and shiny darted rapidly piercing and tearing Boim's stomach.
JEREBB!
The culprit is the new inmate who then fled after Boim collapsed with blood.People immediately know it, but no one realizes who did it.
The guards who arrived late immediately broke up a fight and evacuated Boim's body. Blood is pouring into the ground. Boim's body was immediately dragged from the crowd like the carcass of an animal lying on a dusty dry land.
***
the information of Boim's death soon spread and reached the ears of Captain Hermawan. Captain Hermawan called Teo.
"Teo, what the fuck are you, isn't our covenant-"
"What agreement?! Life is paid for with life! We have solid evidence that my father was killed by Boim's men. You can't even prove it, what's your job?" teo's voice sounded convincing.
"You will soon be busy picking up the bodies of Boim's remaining men" snapped Teo, "prepare for a large body bag."
"Theo? Teos!! listen to Teo! Hello?"
"Tutt!" apparently Teo has cut off the phone.
"Damn!" Captain Hermawan slammed the phone.
***
noon later, Don received a call and his face suddenly stiffened. His excitement while playing billiards suddenly lethargic and sat down lunglai.ontak some of his men and Dul Karim so guessed. Bad news what Don received.
"Our informants in the police are telling us that Boim was killed in a prison riot" Don said. Everyone who was there who was naturally cheerful seemed disappointed and angry. For a moment Don was pensive, before long Don could guess who the brains behind the tragedy were.
"It must be Teo."
"Yes Bang, that's for sure, other than the Teo gang, we have no business with anyone" said another. Don agreed.
"Prepare yourself, we attack them, right now" Don said, slowly and deeply filled with hatred. The command had been taken over and they were soon busy preparing vehicles and weapons of course. Dul Karim is no exception, he is busy.
"Call the others, come on, come on!." Dul Karim could have imagined, there would be bloodshed again.
Dul Karim thought, so,
"So easy, so meaningless lives in the illegal business competition. Surprisingly, they were not afraid of death or woe. Have they broken up their fear? They are so passionate, they are so loyal to the leader. Even lives are ready to be sacrificed.
