Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 149 - The Sack

A car is parked on a bridge that connects two small islands.

Shortly thereafter, four people were seen exiting the car. They dragged a man out of the car to the side of the road and took him down. To the foundation under the pitch-black bridge.

Only the lighting of the flashlights of the four people illuminated the place.

The bridge between the two islands is one of the Barelang Bridge cluster in Batam. The sixth and final bridge. This is the furthest bridge from Batam Island and takes almost 1 hour using a motorized vehicle to reach it.

The man who was dragged by the four men was then thrown into the cast pole of the bridge buffer which was very large, maybe 5m x 5m. The bottom of the pole is also in the form of concrete castings that step over and down the bigger and bigger like a temple. Occasionally the sound of sea waves crashing into the bottom of the foundation of this bridge.

"Please. Please pity me. I have a wife's child" the poor man whispered.

The man was wearing only underwear and his hands were tied backwards. Bloody wounds all over his body. His face had also been shattered, perhaps exposed to the raw bogeman of his captors.

The four people dragging him wore simple masks like health masks sold in pharmacies to cover their faces due to dust. Not something special, but the poor man is now really like a madman and desperate because the kidnappers seem to not understand his words.

And he was right about that.

Only two people understood what the words of the Malang Man, Yasin and Nia meant. The other two, they won't understand because they don't understand Indonesian.

"Nia, why are we having so much trouble doing this? We could easily finish him off on the spot. It doesn't need to be like this" one of them asked Nia in fluent English, and from her voice she sounded feminine.

"This is a special order of Sister Maria" answered Nia, just like the woman, Nia also answered with English as well.

"Special order?" ask Mary astonished.

Nia nodded her head, "the client asked her to be 'covered' and recorded the process. That's what's now my job. Record everything with my phone" replied Nia.

"sneaked, what is it?" ask Mary to be curious.

Nia was a little confused to explain the term using English.

"The bottom is, we put the target in the sack alive and hands tied, and then we put some big stones in the sack. Then we tie the sack and we throw the sea. The target will die slowly as it is out of breath and seawater enters its mouth and respiratory tract. Besides, because he was tied up and put in a sack. He could only see the darkness and leave. The process can be long until the target dies, maybe up to 15 minutes" replied Nia.

"A horrible way to die, right? Shot with a gun or beheaded with a katana, much faster and painless when compared to 'gloved'. It's a vicious way of killing coastal communities. Only when they really hate someone do they have the heart to do it" Nia continued.

Maria nodded her head, the two of them just looking at Yasin and one other person doing their job.

"Saenchai!" call Yasin while pointing to the large stone under the foundation.

Saenchai nodded his head and walked up to pick up the stone. Saenchai's name was repeatedly shouted by Yasin when he could not do his duty alone.

The two of them did not talk to each other at all because they were both not fluent in English, but strangely, Tarzan-style communication between the two of them went very well.

His wife and son must be asleep right now. And tomorrow, they must still not suspect anything about his death. Because he did tell his wife he was working late tonight. Until morning if the term used fabrication workers in Batam, overtime from morning to morning again for 24 hours.

And seeing their seriousness, the poor man knew that his end could no longer be avoided.

"I know that whatever the story is, you're gonna stick me in the sack anyway. At least, tell me why," said the poor man now looking resigned.

Yasin looked at Target and crouched down in front of the poor man lying on the cold floor at the foot of the bridge wearing only a pair of underwear.

"Other times, if you play with a girl, see who her husband is first. Don't just beat it up" Yasin said slowly.

The poor man seemed to think for a while and took a deep breath. Now he knows why he was kidnapped and brought here to be waded and thrown into the sea alive.

Now it was only regret that was in his heart. The shadow of his family also began to dance in plain sight. His wife and daughter may still be sound asleep and unaware that they are widows and orphans tomorrow.

Saenchai doesn't know what his colleagues are saying in the local language to their potential victims but he doesn't care. All he wanted was one, this unimportant mission completed as soon as possible.

Maria stands next to Nia who is still busy recording Yasin's activities and Saenchai prepares everything.

"The jealousy of a husband can sometimes be quite frightening" Maria murmured.

Nia glanced at the girl who was several years older who was next to her. He had no idea how Chaos could gather these people.

Maria Celia, full name Maria Celia, is an initiation fighter from the Philippines. He used Eskrima's basic martial arts to reach his current level. Martialism is very foreign to Nia because in Indonesia itself is not so popular.

The somewhat dark-skinned man named Saenchai was also an initiation fighter. But unlike Maria, she is from Thailand and has basic Muay Thai.

Chaos always swaps their small team mates while on missions. And this is the umpteenth mission that Yasin and Nia have undertaken. A simple mission to kill an ordinary worker from a oil and gas fabrication company in Batam because of the affair.

Their client was a wealthy businessman who imported electronics from Singapore and was willing to pay a heavy price to see Target drowned alive.

A case that was actually quite handled by the goons. But they still accept it because in accordance with the Chaos principle, whatever they will do as long as the price is appropriate.

And the poor man who can't keep his genitals, will only be one of the many names on the list of missing people whose bodies will never be found after tonight.

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