THE 4 YOUNG MOBSTERS S2
She Knows
Lele is still amused read your comments blg Mr. White died easy. Here he is tough.
Dor-doran got into a fight. Kesetrum. Lele deliberately love the death is easy because bosen, each wants to kill one person aja ribet very sampe all kinds of vesper products outside. So, that's the info. Today 1 eps because there are no tips coins enter😆 Tengkiyuw😘
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Sandara looked at herself in the mirror as high as her body after the shower and prepared. She wore a knee-high floral dress, and looked graceful with her hair rolled up.
Sandara gets beautiful clothes in the closet that she found in her room. Smile them.
THE CZECH!
Sandara was surprised to find the masked man wearing a hoodie actually waiting for her outside the room, and instead sat on an old model bike like the one used by the people of the colonial era.
CRINGS! CRINGS!
"Come on," he asked.
Sandara blinked her eyes. He looked confused, but according to. Sandara hesitated as she hugged behind the man in a tilted position.
The blue masked man pedaled his bicycle in the hallway of the house while ringing his loud bicycle bell. Sandara felt that this person was really strange.
"Okay, it's here. Come down" the door was friendly.
Sandara removed her grip on the man's jacket and stood beside the bicycle. The man asked Sandara to walk in front of him.
Sandara complied and walked slowly through a room with many photos until she found a dining table there.
Apparently, many masked men there, but with a similar shape. Unfortunately, the masks scared him.
Sandara saw a dining table that had two chairs, as deliberately arranged so.
"Sit down" asked the man who had already pulled a chair for her and waited for Sandara to sit in front of her. "Remain the food provided. Inexhaustible, you won't get the dinner ration. You gotit?" firmly with both hands clasping each other on the table. Sandara nodded.
Before long, the food arrived. Sandara was surprised. The food was not the kind he liked. Fats, and has a strong taste.
'How does he eat? Show me your face, I'm curious.'
Sandara was surprised again. The man had a layer of mask as he unfolded his main mask. The mask is only half the face, covering the forehead and nose.
Sandara frowned. He looked at the man eating with a similar menu so greedily. Sandara looked reluctant to eat it.
"You don't appreciate the cultural diversity of the cuisine of the country your mother was born in, Sandara. This food is the hallmark of my city" he said, inserting a piece of rendang meat into his mouth.
"I'm sorry" he said with a bowed face holding a knife and fork in both hands.
"You don't eat, you don't spend, you just get food for breakfast. You're that, a prisoner spoiled by his captors, and you don't realize how lucky you are."
Sandara raised her eyes. He could have guessed if the man was looking at him sharply from behind his mask.
"The facilities you get when you are with us are above average. A house! You're even transported in helicopters, yachts, and luxury cars. You get good food, privacy beds and bathrooms, as well as job demands like professionals in the field. And you, want to complain in front of me?! You're looking to die!"
BRAKK!
"Aah!" sandara's shock as the blue-masked man pounded the table tightly until the plate before her jumped almost to a fall.
Sandara held the plate with both hands. His heart is pounding.
"Eat, and spend! Don't test my patience, Sandara. I'm not always good, and I'm not always bad. It all depends on your attitude to obey or not. You gotit?" again pointed out.
Sandara nodded with trembling hands. He took a deep breath as if trying to calm his frightened heart.
Sandara began to feed his mouth with rice that had been covered with gravy from the typical gulai spices of padang cuisine.
Slowly, Sandara began to be able to accept the taste of the food even though she repeatedly sipped water to reduce the strong taste of the cuisine.
Sandara avoids fatty foods, too strong taste, ice drinks, because of her profession as an artist who must maintain appearance.
The man put on his mask back and was busy staring at Sandara's movements from where he was sitting with two fists propping up his chin.
"Goodle. Favoring right? You're choosy. You are no longer an artist. You're a prisoner, a sandra, so don't act too much" he said.
"Your brain is just shocked to receive a good meal. Hurry up," take the man who is already sitting on the bench of the 'onthel' bike'.
Sandara walked slowly. He sat back down and held on to the man's jacket. The man pedaled his bicycle slowly down the hallway of the house, passing through several rooms in it while ringing the bell on his bike.
'There were no guards along the passageway that I passed.'
CRINGS! CRINGS!
'There are already 4 doors in this hallway in gray. Then there are 3 doors in the hallway after the turn with the windows covered with brown wood. Then ...."
CRINGS! CRINGS!
Sandara stopped her analysis. He saw a swimming pool with many masked guards gathered there training, forming a formation Sandara was familiar with.
"You can guess it. Hem, thank you. Thanks to you, we were able to apply the Scorpion and Frog techniques. Okay, we continue the tour" he said as he stopped the bike and stopped on the back porch beside the pool.
Sandara. He did not expect that the combat strategy would be applied by masked men.
Sandara refocused to map the house plan from the bench he was piggybacking.
CRINGS! CRINGS!
The bicycle stopped at the door of his room. Sandara went down and stood beside the man with both hands clasped together in front of the stomach.
"Have you memorized our bike route?" her practical question surprised Sandara. "picture. There are rolls of white manila paper, stationery, and colored pencils on your desk. Make neat and color. Give it to me at dinner. If it doesn't suit my taste, your dinner of beef innards is full of fat and cholesterol. Hem, happy work," he said cynically.
Sandara immediately went into the room. He turned his head and found the objects that the masked man mentioned on his desk. He sat with my face looking sad.
'He did it intentionally. He knows if I mapped this place. He can know my thoughts. This man ... is more dangerous than Mr. White, 'his mind whimpered while opening the 1x120 cm paper roll.
Sandara took a deep breath. He chose to work on a larger floor. The beautiful girl looked so serious and focused on work.
He who likes to paint, does not consider this work a burden, even though he has to endure the pain in his wounds.
However, Sandara was again surprised to find a plate with several drugs in the packaging available there, and there was a doctor's note on instructions to consume the drugs.
"He's right. I'm a pampered prisoner. I ... only realized it," he said softly while holding the drugs for the healing of his wounds.
Sandara immediately took the drugs as per the records. Sandara again seriously completed her work because the time given was quite short for her. He had to finish the job before dinner.
GECK! GECK! THE CZECH!
Sandara. He saw a white masked man go inside carrying a tray filled with food. There is a paper in the folds forming like the roof of a house that says 'Lunch'.
Sandara thanked him, but the delivery man ignored him and closed the door again. The room that does not have a clock makes Sandara can only predict from the light that penetrates the window glass.
"Eh?" he said as he realized something.
He placed a pencil in a standing position beside the bed table, where the sunlight was so dazzling. Sandara saw the shadow on the pencil.
'At 1pm. At least, that's what I know.'
Sandara moved back while bringing back the pencil. He enjoyed his lunch voraciously where the menu was still the same, nasi padang. Only this time, the side dish was fried chicken.
In her mind, Sandara agreed with the man's remark if he was not an artist anymore. No one cares about the sound of gold or maybe even his body will bulge because of that fatty food.
Sandara only thinks if she has to stay alive to uncover everything as long as she is held hostage in her captor facility.
Sandara saw that the sun was starting to turn orange, and the darkness of the night would soon envelop the region.
Sandara is tired, plus the effect of drugs that make her sleepy, Sandara sleeps after completing her duties, although she has not tidied up the equipment.
THE CZECH!
In deep sleep, without Sandara noticing, the blue masked man came in and saw the results of his work on the manila paper.
"He was great. Detail, thorough, and neat. The picture is good, the color is in accordance with this place," said the man praised as he put both hands in the front pocket of the hoodie. "Hem, okay. You get your diet dinner," he added, turning to Sandara's bed that looks clear because it is a glass wall.
The man left while carrying a dirty plate where the rice paddock food was exhausted, leaving only the chicken bones, plates, spoons, and dirty forks.
