THE 4 YOUNG MOBSTERS S2

Sandara Special Message*

Where Venelope is.

They speak in English.

"Has it been traced, whose number did Dara send?" venelope asked looking at the sharp crow masked man.

"No, Miss. The cell phone number does not belong to civilians. However, we are sure if it is an email address. The email address was made like a mobile phone number. Unfortunately the message sent by Sandara was successfully deleted before we could read it. We're worried if Sandara sends it to her ranks."

BRACKET!

"Damn! In addition, he sent with a special code. We don't know the contents of that message. I saw a combination of numbers and letters a few seconds before the status was sent. I'd love to slice her fingers one by one" exasperated Venelope, who no longer wears a mask.

"You want us to take it out of Neon's hands?"

Venelope was silent for a moment, leaning her back against her chair. "Leave it. I'm focused on the next attack. I want Sandara to see the people in her ranks killed one by one" she replied with a sly smile.

"Yes, Miss," the man replied with a nod.

Singapore. The Indonesian Embassy Building.

There was a good atmosphere in the Ballroom of the building. The Indonesian Ambassador enjoyed the dance performances from students and students brought by the Ministry of Education, Culture, and Research to participate in the competition in one of the countries in Southeast Asia.

Risky, who took part as a student guide during a visit to Singapore, was seen busy in the workspace provided by the Embassy due to the busy schedule in the country of the Lion Statue.

"Yes Allah. My eyes are twitching," he lamented while massaging his two closed eyes for too long looking at the laptop screen.

Until finally, the handsome young man stopped his work when he saw the wall clock showing at 11 pm.

He moved and opened the suitcase to pick up formal clothes because it was soon lunchtime.

However, his gaze was shifted when he saw a light on with a red blink behind the zipper bag in his suitcase. Risky unzipped and found a special phone he kept there.

"Oh?" he was shocked when he activated the phone with a special password. Until finally, his eyes were wide. "It's impossible!" the handsome young man screeched while reading a message with a special password that read 19.1.14.4.1.18.1 which means—Sandara.

Risky immediately contacted someone in a hurry. He could not cover his panic.

"Yes?"

"Tasha! Sandara sent me a warning message. He said the organization called No Face shards The Circle plans to pit our country against neighboring countries. It's grim! We have to report this to the Commander!" said panic.

"Correct? Ah, unfortunately Commander Wibowo has retired. He can't follow through on this threat. What if it goes to the Secretary of Defense?"

"You sure? Then ... if he asks who Sandara is, involvement No Face, The Circle, and 13 Demon Heads how? If we get dragged in? Herlambang Family? Agh, this is gonna be weird!" he felt desperate.

Tasya was silent for a moment. "Hold down. Don't be rash. Better not involve the government. Our data is incomplete. What if we go to them?" tawar Tasya expressed his thoughts.

"They? You sure?" ask Risky doubtfully.

"Have another idea?"

"Em, I'll call you back. Don't leak this information. Okay?" anxious door.

"Yes. Trust me. This secret is safe even until I die" Tasya promised.

After closing the call, the unsettled Risky forwarded the message in the special cipher to his former leader before retiring.

As it turned out, Risky got a quick and unexpected response. However, the old man's answer sounded the same as Tasya's.

"Although I'm out of office, I can still talk about this to the official on duty. However, you investigate the truth of Sandara's message to Vesper's ranks. If true, I will go straight to the Minister," replied former Kombes Pol Sugiyono firmly.

"Ready, Sir!" answer Risky steady.

Risky again contacted Tasya and asked the beautiful woman to come to the Herlambang family because she could not return to Indonesia today because she still has a duty in Singapore.

At the residence of Herlambang the next day.

Satria, Tika, and Shinta show fierce faces when meeting unwanted guests in the living room. Tasya looks restless and clumsy because of the sharp gaze by the three people.

"OKAY. We believe in you. It's a big secret that we've been covering up even from Sandara's management in Seoul" Shinta said. Tasya nodded.

"Sandara's missing. He's been kidnapped for months by the No Face group. If it's true what Sandara said in the message, at least we're relieved that our niece is fine. But do you know where Sandara is? Can you trace where the signal was sent from?" tanya Tika looked worried.

"Unfortunately no. The message was sent a few days ago. Risky didn't know it because he was on field duty. As he tried to trace the origin of the shipment to ascertain its truth, the network was not found, as it was deliberately disconnected. However, according to our experience. If the hostage can get to the message, he'll get a chance. It's just that I'm worried, he usually gets a big risk if caught. Even if we could track the signal, he would not have been there. No Face must have moved it," Tasya replied seriously.

Shinta and Tika limp for a moment. Satria tried to calm down the two women who were sitting flanking her.

"I'll inform this to the Vesper line. Hopefully, his people can find Sandara's whereabouts. At least we know if Sandara is still alive" Satria said calmly and all the women in the room nodded in agreement.

"Become kidnapped equally teroriis? What could it be, it's the criminal that was chased by Jonathan at that time? Well, this is terrible, but it's great. Until there's a case of kidnapping everything. And diem-diem, auntie, mommy and dad with the cops? This cool. Raden wants to get involved, but ... how do you do it?" his mumble eavesdropped behind the wall of the living room.

Raden immediately left the room and walked hurriedly to the backyard of a deserted house nobody. Raden pulled out his cell phone and contacted someone.

"Yes, hello? Tumben called. Kangen huh?"

"Sister Nathan! It's Raden!" reply jolly.

"Yes, he knows. Nathan's your number. What was? Cepet yes, Nathan again fittings wedding dress."

"Huh? Real ones? Do you know where it's from? Don't use boong?!"

"Seriously. There is a girl named Tasya, she did it from the Yogyakarta police force. He said that Risky's friend, got a message with a special password from Sandara. He said, No Face wants to ngadu Indonesian sheep with neighboring countries. This danger, brother! It could lead to a Third World War!" panicked answer.

"Riskey? Tasia? Oh, those two cops, right? Okay, Raden. Thanks info. Nathan's gonna tell Vesper's mom. With this, Nathan enlists you to become a spy under Nathan's auspices. Gift followed. If there's any more info, tell Nathan yes," he said spirit.

"Ready, Brother Nathan!" reply jolly. Raden's smile. He felt great for a moment. However, as he turned around, "Huwah!"

"Basic bucket. You seem to be nagging, right? Naughty," growled Shinta who caught her nephew calling Jonathan.

Raden grimaced and moaned in pain as Shinta reached for the teenager's ears. Raden did not dare to rebel because when Shinta was angry it was terrible, and did not mess with the threat.

Jonathan informs Vesper immediately. Of course, this good thing was welcomed by both Sandara's parents who were worried about her condition.

"Meet Risky. Ask for a detailed explanation from her, and grab the phone Sandara sent her. Hurry along!" kai's orders are firm to the Red Ribbon people in a video call connection.

The Red Ribbons who felt responsible for the loss of their leader immediately carried out the orders of Kai.

GIGA DARA found Risky's location. The figure of the man was included in one of the S-level category of Government Informants Not Threats.

At Soekarno-Hatta Airport, Jakarta.

Risky's duties as a guide while in Singapore have ended. The students were picked up by their families who had waited with pride.

Risky waved his hand with a smile. He breathed a sigh of relief because the important task of the state he had successfully fulfilled.

As Risky waits for a car invitation from the Ministry as he still has to give a report to the Division on duty, suddenly ....

"Eh?!" her screech was shocked as she was embraced by someone who put a fierce face beside her. Risky gulped looking pale.

"I guess, or else you'll meet Vesper's mistress in hell" the man said, wearing sunglasses. Risky nodded. He knew who the people disguised as civilians were in the pick-up area.

A black car came with a few people already inside. Risky sat down and was surrounded by the men who were staring at him sharply.

BROOM UP!!

The van leaves the pick-up area and leaves the airport area.

"Where's the cell phone with the message from Sandara?" asked a man sitting on his right hand and asked for the phone.

Risky looks nervous. He opened his briefcase and gave the phone to an unknown man.

One of the Red Ribbon members opened the menu and found Sandara's message in it.

He forwarded the message to a special number. Risky peeked out of curiosity as to where the message was forwarded.

"What's lyrics? Your eyes are beautiful," the lyrics of Red Ribbon members are fierce.

Risky was finally quiet and sat down sweetly. His eyes focused forward. He doesn't seem to care if his phone is going to come out.

Before long, a cell phone ring sounded. The man sitting to the left of Risky received the phone call.

"Yes, Mas Kai," he replied politely.

"Kai?" guman Risky repeats, but he is glared at by the man on the left. Risky was silent. He's depressed about this.

"OK, okay. Ready, Mas Kai," replied the man, disconnecting the phone call.

Suddenly, CITTT!

"Eh?" Risky was shocked because the car suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

"Get out."

"Did?!"

"out! Budek huh? We confiscated this phone for a long time" said the man who sat to the right of Risky.

The young man was perplexed as he was pushed out forcefully. His suitcase was dropped off with his briefcase.

"Relax aja. Thanks info. Babay," said the man behind the car window, waving with a smile.

BROOM UP!!

Risky. He was just dropped off by the side of the road. The handsome young man turned his head left and right like a lost child. However, he finally pulled out his phone to contact someone.

"Sorry, sir, interrupting. Just want to keep up with the news. It seems, this problem is handled by the mafia in the ranks of Vesper. We ... do not need to continue to the Minister," said Risky while scratching his head. "Ah, okay, okay."

Risky hung up the phone call with a long breath. He called the driver from the Ministry to pick him up.

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