The Mafia Kena Karma

Trapped

Ian frowned, looking at the medical records of his nephew, Abian Abizard Sky.

"Disease?"

Riel nodded confirming the superior's words. "Can't you?" Ian asked again.

"They just came back from Umrah, there's a high risk with the virus."

"Not before leaving has been given the meningitis vaccine."

Riel turned her shoulders. "How the hell is your job?" Ian snorted in annoyance. The man turned his chair. After hearing the door lock, five The Eye monitors emerged from behind the shifting wall in Ian's study. The hologram glasses instantly scanned Ian's retina. After being verified, the man started working. With Riel also starting to explore the keyboard.

"Squeaky. Abian was vaccinated. Why do you still get meningitis."

Next to her Riel squinted her eyes. Stare at the hundreds of CCTVs that managed The Eye hack at the hotel where Rea and her family stayed during their stay in Saudi Arabia. Royal Clock Tower, A Fairmont.

"K, look. This isn't room service, is it?" Riel showed me a suspicious CCTV footage. As a person who has been in the underworld for a long time. Ian, Riel and Max understand the body language of everyone. They can analyze who the person is from their body language.

"They..shit! Someone accidentally infected Abian." Ian clenched his hands tightly. The two began to analyze the faces they suspected from the screen. With The Eye occasionally providing information. Until one or two faces appear on the main screen of The Eye.

"Start face recognition."

The Eye started working and before long, two data appeared on the right and left monitor of the photo. Along with the last location both were detected.

"You're looking to die with me!" murmured Ian wirih. The man was just about to pick up his motor key when his phone rang. Max's voice across made Ian descend into the ER quickly.

"What's up?" the man asked Max. The assistant was just about to reply when Leon's voice sounded from his left.

"Can we talk for a second?" Leon walked ahead of Ian. Enter the ER room. The man then explained that he found a woman who was likely to experience violence. So Leon asked Ian, the owner of the hospital, for permission so he could have more access to the woman.

"The draw?" Leon squinted at Ian's question.

"What do you mean?"

"You asked me for more access. Then I'll ask you for more access."

Leon chuckles. He just found out that Ian's so cunning. "Sound sir. All decisions are in my brother's hands. I don't care who Lyli's gonna be. My sister can be happy."

Both Ian and Leon smiled, deal with their deal. Not long ago a nurse told me that the patient was conscious. Ian and Leon break into the patient room. Judging by them, a woman sat down while hugging her knees. Terrified. Leon approached trying to talk to the woman.

"Name Mada, sir."

A doctor explained the situation of Mada. Where women are likely to experience mental problems due to physical violence and sex suuall. Leon and Ian looked at each other. Ian frowned, feeling like he had seen Mada's face, but where.

"Does he need to be treated?" Leon asked as he looked at Mada's bowed face.

"Preferably so. We'll observe it in a while."

Leon nodded in understanding. Moments back to talk to Ian, so that Mada's identity is hidden. And Ian took it. According to Ian's arrangement, Mada was placed in an ordinary but VIP room. His doctor was Ian's choice, and his nurse.

"Mada....your name is Mada, right?" Leon starts communicating with Mada. For a moment Leon was stunned to see how beautiful Mada's face was.

Seeing Leon's reaction, Ian chuckled. "Have you a crush?" Leon glared at Ian's taunts. "I won't give my blessing, let Lyli choose you too."

Mada's speech further strengthened something that was not right with the situation of Mada. The woman returned to dream. "He only remembers his name." Ian gave a statement from the doctor. Leon glanced at Mada. His face was frightened but his eyes were empty.

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The Kawasaki Ninja H2R

Ian drove his bike to a location that The Eye showed. The motor sport was swerving and overtaking several cars that blocked its path. With a maximum speed of 400km/h, making the Japanese manufacturer's motorcycle one of the fastest on the road, Kawasaki Ninja H2R.

Fullface helmets, leather jackets and boots made Ian look like a street biker gang. The man whipped the black motor towards a cafe on the outskirts of town. A cafe that looks ordinary but keeps amazing things in it.

Ian walked in, ignoring the warnings of the two security men standing guard in front of the cafe. Everyone looked towards Ian who was suddenly already in front of the bartender table. A small glass of Vodka with a 40% alcohol content was now ahead of Ian. The man scanned the state of the cafe. This cafe is just camouflage from an elite nightclub that is underground.

"Find me to Mr. Hendrick." Ian said after downing his Vodka and tucking in three hundred thousand bills. The barterder started scanning Ian's face. On that occasion the role of The Eye began. In the bartender's mind, the one before him was not Ian's real face.

"Password."

"Someone must die ton." (Someone has to die tonight)

The bartender guided Ian's path. A code sounded on tap, and The Eye instantly copied the secret code. There was a click and the door opened. Behind the wall was a frenetic sound of music played by the DJ in front there. Ian walked past the human crowd that moved his body following the tempo of the song.

Ian who was a former player did not hesitate to feel the body of the sexy-clothed woman he passed. In a crowded and dim atmosphere, it is very easy to do. Ian's eyes scanned the space on the second floor. Until suddenly the slender hand pulled Ian's body. Bring Ian's body to the middle of the dance floor which is crowded with visitors. "You want to have fun?" ian asked with his hand touching the back of the sexy woman. Aggressively, the woman scooped up Ian's lips and then grabbed him passionately.

"Hendrick Peterson, 3 o'clock on the second floor."

Ian grinned in the middle of the woman's lummatan that was deepening. Ian's one hand pulled the gun he had hidden in his left boot. Without anyone noticing, a bullet shot toward the target The Eye had pointed out. The bullet shot without making a sound. In addition to being muffled, the loudness of the music in that place gave Ian a bit of an advantage.

"You didn't check it first?"

"It was just a trick."

Ian replied, continuing the spit-swapping session with the woman who was now tightly clinging to Ian's body.

"Damn! He's bugging me!"

There was a mocking laugh from The Eye, knowing Ian was stuck with his own game.

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Meningitis or inflammation of the lining of the brain caused by a viral or bacterial infection.

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