Mafia Hunters

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I picked up both phones that Boby had proffered. What can I do but obey Zidane's orders.

It turns out I'm more timid than Feri, I don't even dare to fight the evil Arkana.

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The night sky was clear as the full moon still adorned the sky tonight. Can't you moon, you read my mood.

At least make a little cloud cover your light, so that my eyes are not so clear to see this reality. 

Is this a joke to you, you laugh at me, scorn me. I deserve you to laugh and you scorn, but not tonight.

I have failed many times, but this is my worst failure. I can't protect people I think are important.

It was as if I was going up the right ladder, but it was made of wood full of nails. Wanting me to have to go through these stairs, I should be able to endure the pain of being stabbed by a nail if I want to get to the top.

This is not fair. A forced compulsion.

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As the light of the lamp illuminated me, I sat on one of the dining table chairs facing two laptops. I can't change clothes or just clean myself up. The smell of sweat on my body I can even smell myself.

My eyes scoured, putting together a plan. The laptop button rippled loudly as my 10 fingers danced beautifully on it.

Whatever, my mood, the state of the earth, the orbit, the asteroid, I have to protect Arkana's good name. My soul and body, as if they were already their captives.

It's amazing, it turns out I'm enjoying every crime I've done for Arkana.

Actually I'm a bad guy and Arkana I'm just making a shield. It might be better to call it that.

I don't want to be a hypocrite in front of you. Yappp I'm a villain, too, so I can survive Arkana's Alpha Team for this long.

My nickname is Arkana's bloodhound, because I'm good at finding loopholes to get Arkana out of punishment for crimes the Arkana family committed.

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My eyes are sore but I have to finish this, tonight. I don't want to waste time, because being late can affect the results a little bit.

Several chat messages and locations on both Feri and Dinan's phones have been changed in such a way. If only such a thing could be done alone, even with the help of a special laptop made by a former Alpha Team member named Xia.

Xia is a reliable hacker that was once owned by Team Alpha.

Changing some data on a phone without the slightest trace, is not a big deal if there is a laptop assembled by the world's greatest hackers.

Not to forget I also gave an ******, so that Zidane's murder tonight can not be kissed by anyone.

That Dinan is not a fool who only capitalizes on recklessness. The secretary general of Arkana was quite clever, from a few short messages and call history on his phone. I found out that Dinan was also working with the police.

Angota police has a sharper intuition than ordinary people, because of this I have to be a little careful. I don't want the police to smell Zidane's massacre tonight.

The only way the police can't bring up the massacre tonight is to fake the murder tonight. Feri and Dinan must look, like suicides due to mental stress over Sandiana's death.

Eliminating some of the evidence that leads to Arkana and accompanying the Police and public opinion, so they believe that Dinan and Feri committed suicide.

At the very least, I should provide evidence if both of them committed suicide. And their deaths have nothing to do with Arkana.

After manipulating Dinan and Feri's cell phone, I made a suicide note for them.

I thought of a rhyme with a thick feel of despair. I had to make, as if Dinan killed himself because Dinan was Sandiana's killer.

After thinking for quite a while, I found the right rhyme.

Every human being keeps his own wounds in him, and sometimes there are some people who choose to pretend to be strong and strong so as not to look weak.

I'm sorry if I can't pretend to be strong and tough.

I can no longer be called a human.

Because my love for her made me stupid and blind.

So I killed Sandiana because I couldn't have her, and then I threw my guilt at someone else.

I'm sorry Sandiana, I'll catch up with you.

I will keep my promise, I will accompany you there and there will be no more separating us.

I posted the post on Dinan's Instagram account, so everyone could see.

Special Mr. General can also be resolved because of this.

While on Feri's phone, I only sent a short message to Mayang.

My hands were shaking because I still felt guilty, even though I had nothing wrong. It was Feri who decided to turn himself in to Zidane, it was not me who urged him.

Remember the first time we met???

I typed the writing while recalling how Mayang and Feri met. I didn't see it in person, but Feri told me right away after he saw Mayang and fell in love.

I fell in love with you!

But I don't have the courage to greet you...

Like today, I was still such a coward back then...

I can only apologize to you for falling in love with you...

Take good care of yourself, and our son.

My tears almost dripped from my eyelids, as I wrote Feri's short message to Mayang.

The mental steel that I have still has a gap, if it continues this way I will not be able to achieve my goal.

However I must stand firm, I must live with a dead heart. If you want to kill that guy.

I can't be controlled by a momentary emotion. Because I'm a grudge against someone who can't even be touched by the authorities.

That person must not be an ordinary human, that person must have had enough ammunition. Otherwise, my efforts all this time to avenge me would not have been in vain.

I have to be prepared with millions of terrible possibilities if I want to face that person.

Handling Feri did drain my emotions, but I'm sure it's just a small thing compared to my grudge against that guy.

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"You haven't slept?" ask Boby.

The blond-haired man had just entered our house. I just call it that, we also just live alone on this one roof.

"Is Mr Zidane done?" I asked Boby.

Boby shakes his head, a sign of the massacre there is no sign of it being finished in a short time.

"What did Mr Zidane do to them? If their bodies were destroyed, it would be hard to create an alibi if their deaths were not suicide!" pissed me.

Boby, who was originally going to sit in front of me, froze for a while and then he breathed to stabilize himself.

This man seemed to be shocked by my words just now.

"Usually Mr Zidane will be finished by dawn!" boby said with a slightly irritated tone.

"Tell him, don't ruin both of them too much!" my orders are with Boby.

"If you're not afraid! Just go into the Labyrinth Room and tell Mr Zidane yourself!" Boby challenged me.

His usual face was resolute, turning shudder in horror.