Original Code: ANGEL K05

47. The Shareholders Emergency Meeting

Ana's first session is over. Stone sent a recording of the session to Ammo and its professional reviews. They will continue the next session tomorrow.

Ammo received the report after her dinner time. His forehead wiggled. They completely blocked Ana's memory of Ammo.

"Why? What's so dangerous about Ana remembering me?" his inner.

"What about Sanders? It feels like Sanders has been brainwashed since joining Bureau K's medical team. Otherwise, it's impossible that Sanders didn't recognize Ana when he first entered. Then, why did he have to go through the same process again with Ana? Is that why he's having side effects now?"

Ammo squinted the base of her nose between her eyebrows. His head is a little dizzy with all the events of the week. His heart felt, not just one party who was in love at this moment.

Two family members were exposed at about the same time as various events that befell Ana. This is not a random case.

"Theo, notify all Oswald shareholders for an emergency meeting tomorrow at the usual venue. Nine o'clock in the morning. I'm asking for a report on the moon!" ammo's orders through the intercom.

"Yes, Mr ...."

Theo's voice was soft, between nothing and nothing.

"Wake up! Do that task first. Just slept again!' ammo Command.

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing a loud answer from the other end of the phone, Ammo turned off the intercom with satisfaction.

Ammo goes to the bathroom and brushes her teeth. He wants to sleep now. His handsome face was a witty smile.

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At one in the morning, there was a commotion throughout the Oswald family residence. They yelled angrily, cursed and raved to vent the aggravation, after receiving a call from Theo.

"Can't he tell since morning or evening?"

"Is he the kid who lost the toy? Then bother everyone?"

Theo hung up the phone grimacing. His master was always happy to make those old men hang. And he had to thicken his ears every time he sent a message.

Theo counted the list of names in his grasp. He smiled with satisfaction. All the names on the list have been sent a time bomb. Now it was time for him to sleep quietly.

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When all the gadgets were confiscated, they protested loudly. But the officers didn't bully. Those who want to keep hold of their respective gadgets, are welcome to go home.

Even Uncle Brenton Oswald, the eldest brother of Ammo's father, did not dwell on this new rule. He was forced to release all the gadgets he brought into a special box. He only carried the conventional report paper in his right hand. His face was cloudy and grim. He looks very unhappy.

In the meeting room, not many people had gathered. Out of the ten family shareholders, only four people were already sitting in his place. A large clock on the wall shows at 8:58 minutes.

Either who's lucky to arrive in two minutes, or before Ammo enters the room. The person waiting in the room is like simultaneously with boils on the buttocks. Sitting down, no one stands up. Short tilt to the left, briefly tilted to the right, because nervous.

Not to mention because they just heard that Jake Oswald was killed yesterday afternoon, following the explosion of the castle owned by Ammo's father.

The room was buzzing with chatter and gossip between them.

"Did Jake have anything to do with the explosion?"

"I hear they're after Ammo who's with a woman there,"

"I heard, Mr. Brooks was also killed in Millstown, Belfast. He was found shot dead by a passerby."

"Where do you know?" ask the others.

"There's news on tivi!" That person was proud, because he had one surprise news for another.

Tung...

There was a heavy sound of the clock indicating nine o'clock exactly. The entire room stood with a tense face as the door handle where Ammo entered, moved down.

And, just as the door opened, the meeting room was stormed by four more shareholder members, who came in at the last minute. They stood tensely, with sweat spots filling the forehead.

Ammo walked in with her signature stride that jolted strongly about her shoes on the floor. Every time he walked, it was like the beat of death.

Ammo stood in front of her chair and looked at everyone standing nervously in front of her. Ammo saw one person not present that morning. But he didn't talk about it.

"Please sit! We can start the report. Quickly finished, then you can quickly sleep again," said Ammo cynically.

The winners of that stock could only hold back the growls. But dare not oppose Ammo blatantly. They believe Jake's death has something to do with Ammo and this encounter.

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