REMPAK: The Destruction

Part 15: The Beautiful Boy Lying in the Trash

Northeast District,

The Caracal dominions,

Kido Prefecture.

A few hours earlier...

Onaka scratched his chin. He once tasted sweet, then blinked. The candy in his mouth pulled out a deafening legit, slamming his teeth. However, he did need something to keep her awake. Earlier, the hour hand had not even touched the seven-morning mark when he was forced to leave the house with his coffee that had just been brewed, had not yet been confirmed.

The call from his subordinates came over without patience. The voice across there was loud and trembling. Onaka answered him to calm down and take a breath, then spoke properly.

He rushed to the factory when he heard the words dead bodies and civilians being spoken. It was only fitting that he was contacted so messily, it turned out that the situation was as dire as that. On the way, he had expected this would be the reason for the headache.

Without a second thought, he hooked himself up to Ken, his right hand, "Ken, I want the testimony of all the members."

The phone closed quickly, while one hand held the steering wheel of the car in a hurry.

When he got there, he looked at Ken who had arrived first. The man in his early twenties appeared to be talking to his phone before his eyes caught Onaka's figure placing himself there in haste. Without being asked, Ken explained what he got.

Onaka breathed a bit of relief as none of the Caracal Organization members knew the corpse. That is, they are clean. Washing hands before the local Bureau takes over is the right choice.

"Not a part of us?" The owner of the knee-length white coat confirmed the answer once again to make him calmer. The sweets in his mouth were almost gone. His hand hid in his pocket, as the man's brown eyes observed without missing a single point.

The body was laid out among the sewage. Her beautiful paras still look striking even though she is surrounded by garbage, as if confirming that gold will remain gold wherever she is.

Her mane was blond, her eyelashes were plump, her skin even looked too soft for a man. His size was small, he was probably only half Onaka.

Honey, the beauty was stained with several bruises accompanied by a foul smell as well as her paled body and slowly blue.

A smooth creaking appeared on Onaka's forehead. He clearly didn't recognize her. Who would purposely dispose of the bodies here, of all places, in the pharmaceutical factory of the Organization Group? Was intentionally? Does this killer want to play around with them?

He was no longer looking for information about who the bodies were when members said they were not involved. In solidarity, he trusted their words. That's enough. However, his intuition remained suspicious of all possibilities. He even thought about his worst outcome.

Onaka's head turned to look back, "Truly no one recognized him?"

The smaller figure nodded, "Yes, he's not even in the data." His spring fingers fiddled with the tablet, making sure once again the information he was carrying was correct. He insists on eyes to his boss. Convincingly.

"The local bureau will take care of it. Just make sure none of us touch the body. Don't waste time on this."

Ken nodded small. Behind them, the crowd gathered to watch. Of course this was not an ordinary thing, the people living around the factory were definitely flocking to come. But they can't get any closer than that. From the beginning, the pharmaceutical factory under the leadership of Onaka was not often passed by many people.

Actually, what do they see? The death of a person is not a spectacle. Onaka has started to feel dizzy, not to mention if later the local Bureau and reporters get here.

"Mr Onaka, the local bureau is here." Ken glanced to the right as he realized some people were walking hastily towards them.

Onaka's head was swung to find the bespectacled middle-aged man standing with the notebook in his hand.

His eyes were wrapped around black lines. Onaka muttered, "Look at that, it seems that Mr. Takeda did not get the equivalent sleep allowance for his working hours anymore."

Ken who heard it just snorted did not care.

"Sir Takeda, how are you?"

"Do I look good, Mr Onaka?" Onaka's laughter broke hearing his question being answered by the interlocutor with a sharp tongue.

"Look down a little, Mr. Takeda. You can't age any faster."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work."

"We're not doing anything helpful, giving you access is our job." Onaka grinned. He followed Takeda's same steps observing the corpse as he had.

"You're sure your members weren't involved?" Takeda whispers to Onaka's ears. They were standing close together, maybe only he heard it. Perhaps it was deliberately their special conversation because the body of the local Bureau worker was still leaning towards the corpse.

"Eeeeeiiiy, we are dignified people, Mr. Takeda. We were too busy making medicine, where we could do something like this." Onaka's eyes looked at Takeda with a signal that he was offended. The man asked for a humble apology.

But we're talking about Takeda, Onaka already knew the result when he saw him exhale, Takeda finished looking around. "We identified his identity from the photo you sent. He is not from the district. He is a citizen of the Eastern District."

"What are the Eastern District doing here?"

"He's a theater performer."

"Theater?"

He and Onaka turned their heads when they found another siren approaching.

Onaka and Takeda shifted, giving other local Bureau members access to collect evidence and transport the remains to the autopsy site.

"Remember once again, Lord Onaka. You guys have no business with anyone in the Eastern District?" Onaka returned the gaze of the local Bureau official with the same seriousness.

Eastern District? Kuroo put on a non-shaky face. He lowered his friendly air earlier in an instant. The candy in Onaka's mouth became bitter, while Takeda remained standing there, looking at him suspiciously behind his glasses.

"We're not in that position with anyone there. Even if there is, where might we call you here. Our organization can obviously move faster than you. Why bother using the local Bureau?"

Half-believing, Takeda only agreed with Onaka's answer. The one who gave understood his behavior, suspicion was indeed daily food for them.

"The first guess is he was tortured with a blunt object, but the bruising on his body was worse because of the decay."

"It could be that he's been put here all night. We're not sure about the time of his death, but it must have happened about two days back."

Takeda read the note. Onaka listened with solemnity. The man gave the impression that he understood everything his interlocutor said.

Onaka opened a new pack of pop candy from his pocket. Offering one to Takeda.

"Listen to me seriously, Mr. Onaka."

"I listened seriously."

Takeda continued, "We need all the surveillance footage around. I want you to make sure your members don't get in the way of our work, Onaka."

Onaka smiled once more. He showed hospitality to the host. "of course. Ken, send me all the surveillance footage and help them with what they need."

"Ah, but Mr. Takeda, I also don't want my workers to feel disturbed if you're not so friendly. Don't we have to get along to work together?"

Takeda was silent for a moment. His response was patiently awaited by Onaka. As always, nothing can be expected of a Takeda.

"Mr Onaka, I'm sure you understand the situation."

"The killing of civilians in your area has been troublesome, especially if he is a citizen of the Eastern District, your own group has not been able to give you an alibi you are not involved with someone there. You're not giving us any evidence that this isn't a matter between your organizations that's causing civilians to be killed."

"The Open Agreement can obviously hurt you right now."

The corners of Onaka's lips were pulled high. As expected, this was a huge hole. Members of his Organization Group were forced to the edge of the abyss. "The local bureau has a lot of loopholes to blame us on, eh?"

"Yes, I don't deny it."

"Aaaah, so you doubt us, Mr. Takeda."

"Onaka, your problem isn't just with the local bureau. What about other organizations? You sure this isn't one of those traps?" Takeda's eyebrows folded. He drew closer to Onaka so that his voice could be slowed down.

Onaka heard it. He rested his hands on his waist, while his chest rose and fell. "You're worried about that?"

But, he clearly knows. It even popped into his brain as a first order. This Onaka is not stupid reading the situation. But there's no evidence and everything in his head is just an assumption. The choice is only one, keep the sentence careful.

"Oh Mr. Takeda, it's almost a century since the Open Agreement was signed. Dropping each other like that is very old."

"Whatever." Takeda passed away. Talking to Onaka, it was useless, once he was inward.

After Takeda died, Onaka's smile slowly faded away little by little. His face turned serious. No trace of a joke like a few seconds ago. Her candy was separated with her tongue, her eyes shining sharply.

"Ken."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Contact Corvus."

Ps.

Open Agreement number two :

Organizational Groups cooperate with local Bureau and law enforcement officials in resolving cases that occur in the territory of the relevant Organizational Group if requested in a special warrant.

The availability of assistance is considered a code of conduct that shows the dignity of the leader of the Organization Group.

Instead, Organizational Groups are given freedom without government interference in resolving internal problems within groups and between groups. Any impacts that occur outside the responsibility of the central government and fully the property of the Organizational Group.