THE MAFIA OF LAW
SECTION 100'S
Christ stood up and continued to observe all the images displayed on that projector. He re-created the plan, and prepared plan B as a backup, if the original plan did not work.
He wanted to punish everyone who killed his mother using the law, but, if the plan didn't work, then he would have to punish the person who killed his mother with his own hands.
He would use the mafia way he used to work with Bagas.
Because since noon, when Christ visited Jono in prison, Jono had been reluctant to meet Christ. It seems like he was already influenced by Miko who first visited him at that time.
ding dong!!! There was a bell outside Christ's office.
When looking at the monitor screen, the cctv camera shows Miko who was in front of the building.
“Why did that bastard come here?” mummified Christ.
He immediately turned off the laptop, as well as the projector, then went to the main room. Sit in the chair where he works. Waiting for Miko's arrival.
“Jeez, Christianto.” Lawyer Miko came to open the door and as usual. He speaks like a sakau. His clothes smelled of alcohol and his face became increasingly wrinkled and pale.
“Do you still work this late?” Miko took a walk, and looked around the room..
“You want what you came here for?”
“I came here, because of course there is a reason. Where could I come for no reason.”
Christ grunting. “Basic, Stupid! Do you think I don't know why? I know you just want to show off that you've managed to persuade Jono, so he doesn't want to be my client anymore.”
“It turns out you're not fully senile.”
“Hmmm, worth it. I seem to know this address, and this place is also very familiar to me.”
“A village criminal like you must have gone back to the scene where you committed a crime, just like you did today.”
‘’What is possible .. Ah, true too. Doesn't your stomach hurt after swallowing that memory card? When you were a kid, you were very brave at that time.”
Christ just kept quiet and looked at Miko cynically.
Miko stood up and walked over to Christ's table. “Why? Don't you remember it?” Miko pointed at the cupboard at the end of the room. It! In that closet, you're hiding.”
Christ just kept quiet and kept glaring at Miko. Slowly he stood up from his chair.
“Hey, hey wait a minute! Stopit! What are you gonna do? Sit back! You scared me.” Miko kept babbling. “You saw for yourself, that I killed your mother, didn't you?”
“Listen to me, Miko!!” brak!!! Christ pulls Miko's shirt collar, then holds her head on the table. Picking up the gun in a drawer, then pointing it right at Miko's temple.
“Do you know this gun? Tokarev pistol**-33 made in Russia. In fact, as high as military positions or armed forces in this country do not have a gun of this kind.”
“One bullet in this gun will hollow out your skull. With the ease I can kill you in this place, even I can kill you a thousand times more sadistic, than when you killed my mother.”
“Hei, Christ! Come on, don't be! Let's talk carefully!” Miko gulped in fear. He simply raised both hands and let Christ hold his head on the table.
