Original Code: ANGEL K05

43. Mr. Alistair

"How is he doing?" ask Ammo.

"She's been a little dazed since yesterday. Occasionally hold his head and complain of pain." I heard the answer from across the phone.

"Did anything trigger his memory? What are you guys talking about?" ask Ammo.

"none. He rarely spoke, except asking for food." replied the person across.

"Take him to sector 5. Someone will take care of it there. I'll call them" Ammo ordered.

"Good!"

Then the phone closed.

"How could Sanders and Ana's reaction be different?" thought.

Ana feels sad if forced to open her memory. Besides, his attitude was very reasonable. But Sanders became dazed and had a headache even though no one had triggered him.

"Did they give him medication regularly?" ammo thought surprised.

Could it be that the experiments on Sanders failed, and then they suppressed the side effects with the drugs?

Ammo immediately made a phone call and arranged intensive care for Sanders in a separate place.

Ammo's face blackened, her jaw tightly clenched. The room feels awful. Even ghosts don't dare to go through it. Ammo's powerful aura was indeed frightening to his enemy.

"What is the big secret they want to cover up, to the point of sacrificing Ana, the most brilliant agent in the bureau?"

The question has not found the answer. What can't Ana see at the time of the incident?

Ammo moved to the corner of the room. He pressed a hidden button on the wall painting. The wall rattled for a while, then spun on its axis. Ammo walked into the secret room behind it. She needs a little rest, before she gets anything else done.

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At a golf course, on the outskirts of Belfast.

"What's the business plan?" ask a slightly fat half-bald man. His eyes were slightly protruding out. He looks like a sneaky and annoying guy.

"He called off the meeting" replied the other man, after hitting the ball.

"He will definitely seduce you after this," said the bald man sure.

But the man who had just left her was upset. "We're back!" he told the assistant who accompanied.

"Hey, then what about this?" ask the slightly fat man.

"You're making me lose. Our business ends here!" said another man with a ketus.

A mini car for the golf course, arrived. He and his assistant rushed out of the place.

"You block him. Do not let it enter any of our properties. Get rid! You piece of trash!" The man gripped with emotion.

"Good, Master!" his assistant responded.

Immediately he made some orders on behalf of his master.

A luxury car rolled out of the upscale Club House. A terrible grin was plastered on the faces of the passengers behind him.

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On the golf course, two security guards pulled away a slightly fat and almost bald man.

The man thrashed and put up a futile resistance.

"I'm a VVIP customer! Don't be arbitrary. You think I'd have if I had to hook up with your big boss!" angry shouting.

But the officers were shaking. Their tall bodies were well-built, easily lifting and carrying the man off the field.

Some visitors watched while whispering. The man did not accept.

"Hey, you're embarrassing me!" his protest. "I will sue you!" loud shouting.

The officers remained silent. They walked quickly through the back door. Once outside, the two threw the man into the street.

"You're not welcome here, and on Mr. Alistair's entire property!"

The two officers turned around and locked access to the golf course and Club House.

The almost fat and almost bald man was dumbfounded. How come? It was only fifteen minutes ago that he spoke to Mr. Alistair. And now he's on the black list?

His brain immediately worked to piece together the story pieces.

"Akhc! Goddamnit!" objurgation.

"Definitely because of the cancellation of the Oswald Group's investment plan! Fucking ammo! How proud of you!" angry shouting.

"Damn! Again, it didn't trap him!" his words with annoyance.

"He said this way would work. And I'll get a bigger percentage share. You idiot! I'll pay you back!" cursed again.

A gray 4WD car was walking slowly down the street, heading towards him. The man stood up with enthusiasm and gave his thumbs up, to ride along to the nearest city. The car is in front of Club House. And it's on a different side of the road. He is now at the back of the golf course.

The gray car stopped its speed and opened the back door. He happily climbed.

"The seatbelt!" driver says.

The half-bald man sat up well and put on a seatbelt. Then he put on a friendly face. "Thank you, Mister. I hitchhiked down to the village just below."

"Sama-sama," said the male passenger sitting in front. He turned around and grinned while brandishing a soundproof gun.

The half-fat and half-bald man was very surprised. He was not prepared for this sudden event.

He still thinks who sent the hit man for him.

But the question will never find an answer. A bullet had punched her in the forehead. Stop all his unfulfilled questions, desires and ambitions.

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