Mafia Hunters

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I opened the door to the hotel room with a card that Brian had left in the lobby. I'll go in first with Team Alpha's clean sweep team.

The woman's body lay naked a sheet under the glass wall facing outside. The condition is very sad, see how the condition of this woman's corpse makes me creep. Because whoever killed you, he tortured her like he tortured me 14 years ago.

I put on latex gloves and turned over the face-down corpse. Then I took the camera and photographed every part of the woman's body that had her face broken.

I picked up a tissue because there was such a liquid out of **************** the woman was mixed with blood. I put the tissue in a transparent plastic.

I did all of that because I believe the person who killed this woman was not General Sir, but Brian.

He fucked this woman when she was helpless, just like Brian did to me 14 years ago.

I moved to the woman's personal belongings still lying on the living room table. I opened it, I saw this woman's resident's card.

It turned out that this woman was the woman I saw a few days ago having lunch at the hotel. He was with Brian at the time, and I was with Zidane.

I'm getting more and more convinced, with all this evidence. This murder was Brian's brother not the General.

I headed to the still-groomed bed for a size made with him human. I went through every inch of that room, I had to get strong evidence that it was Brian. So that I can report to Zidane and heat up his heart to quickly finish off Brother Brian.

But nil I don't get anything anymore. I took the dead woman's cell phone and I checked the entire call history and all the data on the phone.

But it looks like Brian hacked into this woman's phone first, because there's no way they can't make contact but meet. Right, I can't find anything from this woman's phone either.

I typed this woman's name into the police data base that the Monitoring room could access. It turns out that this woman named Prianka Molien she is 24 years old registered at a modeling agency in Indonesia.

I can't possibly trap Brian with something as trivial as this, that cunning man could have avoided this case so easily.

I have to cover this up from the public but I don't have to hide it from Zidane, I think Zidane should know about my suspicions.

If this murder is revealed to the public, it will definitely make the name of the Arkana Hotel go down and maybe the Arkana Group shares can go down again. Zidane wouldn't like that.

Even though I knew Zidane wouldn't punish Brian for this typical, at least Brian's name dropped in Zidane's eyes.

Finally I manipulated the body to be found in a quiet place and rarely visited by people, and made Prianka Molien as if robbed and dianiyaya some mature men are quite strong.

When I finished I went back to the Monitoring room and saw what Meri got about the shell company that Brian had built. Meri gave me two large brown envelopes and a flash.

"Thank you, my dear!" I said, I kissed her cheek before I left.

As a sign of gratitude I can only do that.

I came home at about seven in the afternoon and had not seen the car used by Zidane leaving for the office this morning, but I believe Boby was at home because his car was in the garage.

Zidane and Boby left for the office in two different cars this morning.

I went into the house I was occupying and saw Boby sleeping on the long sofa in the living room.

I saw him shivering because of the air ac, I immediately took a blanket in Boby's room that was not in the key. The size of my room and the room were almost the same, the layout of the items was different, but my attention was on a vault next to the wooden cabinet.

Out of curiosity I opened one of the cabinets that looked like a big fridge but couldn't. The cupboard was like a safe that had to use fingerprints to open it.

I came out with a blanket and covered Boby's body.

"Mama! Where is my mom!" muttered Boby, I saw a terrified expression on Boby's face that looked real.

I touched Boby's forehead and he woke up maybe he was shocked because of what I had done to him. I was shocked by Boby's reaction to the wrist grip.

"You're home yet?" boby asked, he let go of the grip of my hand after seeing my face.

He sat down and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, it seemed like this person had quite a heavy burden on his life.

"It's over!" I replied, a little surprised by my reaction.

I immediately took out two envelopes from my handbag that I had placed on the table, having to take the blankets to BoBy's room.

"Sir Zidane hasn't come home yet, where is he?" my many.

"Sir Zidane told me to come back first. I don't know where he's going, he's taking his own car!" said Boby.

"Why don't you follow him?" my snapping.

Suddenly I was worried about my boss.

"Why do I have to follow Mr. Zidane, who knows Mr. Zidane wants to see his girlfriend!

"It doesn't feel good if I follow it!" obviously Boby.

Yes, also, why I became overprotective gini same Mr. Zidane.

I went into the room and got ready to take a shower, after I finished taking a bath, Mr. Zidane called me.

"Jane, get in my room!" he said and immediately closed the door.

I'm not surprised at all about the cold behavior of Zidane Arkana. This person does like to be alone, maybe because of the economic status he holds. Being arrogant does not respect others, is a common thing for mankind.

I immediately fulfilled his order to quickly meet him in his room. Just in casual clothes, a pair of ublong jerseys and short color pants, and my half wet hair.

I already know, my performance is not a problem that Zidane is concerned about. Appearing a mess in front of him is not a big problem, for me or for him.

What's important to me is that this man will definitely help me, to wipe Brian off the face of this earth. While Zidane Arkana judged my existence only because I always helped him to free Arkana from Brian's influence.

You could say your goals are the same, so there is no harm if you work together even though by utilizing each other.

As long as we do mutual benefit to each other, there will be no such thing as treason between the two of us.

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