The Quadrillion System of Dark Immigrants

Terror

After Mr. Wesley met Arga, Mr. Wesley was greatly relieved. Although Arga did not welcome him well, but it was enough to calm him down. What's more, Arga now looks different. 

But when Mr. Wesley got in the car and got out of the parking lot of 700 Front ST San Diego, there were gunshots coming from upstairs and the sound of objects falling was very loud and followed by the sound of glass falling following him. Wesley, worried, got out of his car and tried to find the source of the falling object. Seen from a distance a man's corpse lay lifeless and had begun to be mobbed by many people. 

At a glance before Mr. Wesley saw the dead body of the man lying down, Mr. Wesley saw several people running towards the elevator. Seeing this, Mr. Wesley ran to the elevator and saw the number on the elevator door that some people had just climbed. While waiting for the elevator next door to reach the bottom floor, Mr. Wesley continued to see increasing numbers indicating the elevator continued to rise to the top. 

When one of the elevator doors next door opened, mr. Wesley asked his sister to keep a look on what floor the elevator they noticed stopped and called Mr. Wesley to get off on the same floor. Mr. Wesley took his first child upstairs. 

"However he is your little brother, you always play and protect him. And it should still apply even if you are an adult and already know if you are not blood relatives. Her fate is almost the same as your mother's, so I hope you understand why I noticed her." Mr. Wesley spoke to his eldest son who had been invited to see Arga before. 

Mr. Wesley's son simply answered Mr. Wesley's words with a nod and began to prepare his pistol. In the tension of the elevator, Mr. Wesley got a call from his sister if the elevator stopped on the 75th floor.

By the time Mr. Wesley picked up the phone from his sister, Mr. Wesley had reached the 56th floor. When Mr. Wesley knew the floor he was going to, it was as if the elevator was going so slowly for Mr. Wesley. It happened because Mr. Wesley was already increasingly concerned about the state of Arga. Indeed, Mr. Wesley did not know the truth, whether the fall of the corpse from the upper floors had anything to do with Arga. But that doesn't diminish Mr. Wesley's worry. 

"Fancy buildings with this kind of supervision can still be passed easily by them. Now I have to have proof." Mr. Wesley spoke in his heart with a look of agitation. 

"Tarafes be prepared." When the elevator reached the 68th floor, Mr. Wesley warned his son and prepared his own weapon. 

When the elevator was on the 73rd floor, there were gunshots heard several times. The sound is not just a shot from one weapon, but the sound of several weapons. 

The sound of the elevator showed it had reached the destination floor and just waited for the elevator door to open. The pistol Mr. Wesley and his son were holding was already pointing to the elevator door. When the door was opened, the first thing Mr. Wesley saw was that two people were already lying with blood pooling and splattered on the floor. There was also a trail of shoes that had just stepped on blood stepping away. 

One of the two men was seen breathing very fast. Seen from his breath, the person was just waiting for time to die. When Mr. Wesley asked the dying man who he was. The dying man spoke in a very slow voice and was seen speaking with great difficulty. 

"Pe.. Wal.. Tu's.. Rrrrga.." The man spoke with a breath. After a few seconds of the man speaking, the man no longer showed his breath. 

"There are other Arga guards, quickly look at the two bodies. Is there an identical mark from Arga's bodyguard." Mr. Wesley talked to his son to look for identical features of Arga's bodyguards so they wouldn't shoot wrong if they met. 

"There's dad, they both wear pins in the collar of their suits." Tarafes answered his father's request. 

"Alright, come!!" Mr. Wesley leads in front of Tarafes. 

Dar.. Dar.. Dar.. Dar.. The gunfire was not far from the positions of the two of them. As they got closer and there was a fork in a corridor. They can see the bullets hitting the wall. The bullet came from the junction of the corridor to their right. Tarafes looked at the end of the corridor for the sound of shooting each other with his cell phone camera. 

The two remaining Arga guards were at the end of the corridor. While the person who is at the opposite door is in front of the room door and hiding behind a wall pillar that is next to the door. 

"Don't till he's killed, keep him alive. I need the information." Mr. Wesley spoke to his son. 

Because of their mutual attention, they all did not realize that at the other end of the corridor there were Wesley and Tarafes. With a measured shot, Tarafes managed to shoot the foot of the man who was in a shootout with Arga's bodyguards. Realizing that he was being surrounded from both ends of the corridor, the person was sure that he would not be able to escape again. 

Eventually he decided to shoot blindly by continuing to walk towards Mr. Wesley and Tarafes was. Finding them in continuous fire, Wesley and Tarafes remained silent and hid behind a wall. 

While the two Arga guards remained, immediately shot the other leg so that the person could not stand up again. But something surprising happened. When that person who had fallen fell down. He shot himself in the head to remove the tracks. 

Knowing the target had been killed without being able to glean information, Mr. Wesley was extremely disappointed. They still can't figure out who's behind this. Their group always ended their lives when they were cornered. Even what is always surprising, their identity cannot be known even though they have searched the population data using fingerprints or using facial recognition. 

As if their identity was deliberately removed from all existing data before carrying out and carrying out commands. They even keep toxins in their teeth. The last thing if they can't commit suicide during the operation and are forced to get caught. 

It still becomes mysterious. Because they do not have an identity or a clue that can lead to a group.