Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 105 - Interrogation Part 1

Ambar is seen standing by crossing both hands in front of his chest. In front of Ambar, a man was sitting with his hands cuffed. He was wearing a black jacket and looked exhausted.

But, despite looking tired and sleep-deprived, the man did not look panicked at all and could still casually sit while leaning his back against the chair behind him.

Ambar and the man were only limited by a rectangular-shaped table and two warm cups of coffee on the table. On one of the walls of the room was a two-way mirrored glass often found in action films and always in an interrogation room.

“Already,” said the man quietly while using his handcuffed hands to lift the coffee cup and drink it.

“Why do you have to do this to me? Who are you guys?” bambang asked after sipping coffee in his throat.

Ambar looked at Bambang with a look of disgust, “no need to convoluted, just answer our questions. Who's your boss?” ask Ambar.

“How many times should I answer?” bambang replied with a slight tone of ridicule, “I don't know. And even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. Unless you tell me who you are.”

Bambang then laughed cynically towards the beautiful woman who in Bambang's eyes was trying hard to look ferocious, “humph. If you know who my boss is. You will definitely apologize and let me go,” said Bambang slowly but Ambar can still hear it.

Ambar seemed to ignore the words of Bambang and still put his flat face. He seemed to be waiting for something earlier. Bambang felt that too. This beautiful woman in front of him had just repeated the same question even though Bambang did not want to answer it and even mocked it.

Shortly after, a knock was heard on the door of the interrogation room. A woman who has a look and style of dressing up like Ambar comes in and whispers something to Ambar, “dia has come.”

Ambar nodded his head then followed the woman out of the room. Bambang had heard the short sentence of the woman who just entered it, “who ‘dia’ was meant by the woman?” ask Bambang in my heart.

Shortly after, Ambar re-entered the room. Behind him was a young man in his teens and walking after Ambar. When Bambang saw the young man's face, he immediately knew who he was.

Negotiating.

The new king in Harsa defeated Bram.

Bambang joined MinMaks since the gang was founded. At MinMaks, Bambang is the third most senior person after Bram and Ardy. Of course Bambang knows very well all the things that happen with MinMaks.

But he did not expect that Munding, the new student could come to this place. And suddenly, Bambang's memory returned to that night, when Munding who was in front of him suddenly disappeared then Bambang did not remember anything else.

Bambang thought that his last memory before his unconsciousness was a hallucination, but now he began to doubt it. Because he saw Munding coming to this place.

To the interrogation room who does not belong. The cops? The prosecutor? BNN'S? THE KPK? The military? *******? A triad? All possibilities have been tried analyzed by Bambang but always nil. Ever since he had regained consciousness earlier, he had only seen Ambar and this room.

“Areally he?” ambar asked towards Munding, his tone sounded polite and even Bambang could catch a bit of respect there, something that made Bambang feel a little astonished.

Munding smiled and nodded his head in response to Ambar's question.

“OK. Well then, the identity of mister X has been confirmed by Munding,” Ambar said as he looked towards the two-way mirror, as if he was talking to someone who was there.

The two-way mirror, which had been like an ordinary mirror reflecting a shadow from inside the interrogation room, suddenly turned into a clear glass. Bambang, Ambar and Munding can now clearly see the room behind the mirror.

Broto and some of the top military officers stood there firmly. Broto smiled towards Munding and nodded his head. Afterwards, he gestured to a woman sitting in front of a table full of instruments to set up the interrogation room facility.

Shortly afterwards, the woman's voice was heard in the interrogation room occupied by Ambar and also heard in the control room containing the military officials.

“Ijin have been accepted to perform a thorough interrogation procedure.”

“Video recording in interrogation room will be turned off after 30 seconds starting from now.”

“VIPs are welcome to leave the control and interrogation area within 15 seconds starting from now.”

“Interrogation can be done after heard confirmation from the control room.”

After a row of sentences were heard echoing in the two rooms, the VIPs or military officials left the control room one by one. Broto gave his thumbs up to Munding and walked out of the control room without waiting for a reply from Munding.

Shortly after the higher-ups disappeared, the woman's voice was heard again in the interrogation room.

“15 seconds to comprehensive interrogation procedure as per military standard.”

“All video recording has been terminated.”

“Two personnel will come shortly to assist the interrogation.”

“You may start the interrogation within 3 seconds.”

“3. 2. 1.”

“Permission granted.”

Ambar smiled at Bambang. All of this happened very quickly. From the arrival of Munding to the military officials leaving the control room, no more than 3 minutes. But Bambang, like getting a crushing blow.

When the two-way mirror became clear and Bambang saw a row of commanders with stars on his shoulders, only two words appeared in the head of Bambang, “mati me.”

“Munding, maybe you should go. This is an interrogation, maybe later you will be a little disturbed by what we will do here,” Ambar said while looking at Munding.

Two men entered the room carrying a large suitcase. They saluted Ambar then opened the suitcase bag and unpacked the contents onto the table in front of Bambang.

Munding shook his head in response to Ambar's question earlier. He was actually attentively looking at the tools issued by the two men who had just entered earlier.

They are similar to surgeons. There are knives with size sharing and neatly arranged in place. There was a small tang whose shape was a bit strange because the tip was pointed. There are scissors of various sizes and also neatly arranged in place.

Cold sweat started flowing down Bambang's back. From the beginning since he learned that Ambar was working for the military, Bambang had lost his spirit. Previously, Bambang relied on his position and superior status to pressure Ambar and anyone who told him to.

But now, it all just looks like a joke.