The Rhyme of the Depositary

077 - SEASON 2

Daniel entered the bedroom and immediately dropped himself on the bed. The day has started early. Soon before dawn.

Daniel's eyes became clearer. For a long time he looked like a walking panda. He should have used the rest of his time to sleep to rest himself. But his eyes were still open, looking at the ceiling of the room with a blank look.

Daniel clenched his hands and hit them repeatedly on the bed. Looks like something's wrong with him.

He's been trying to attract the attention of sweet women with good work. After succeeding and getting the green light, Daniel just left.

His heart was unmoved. Feelings empty. Desire empty. The kiss she had with Audrey was just like a superficial touch between lips to lips and ended up just like that. Nothing exploded from his heart. No foreign shakes from his chest. Everything's flat. Without the slightest reaction.

What is less? Audrey beautiful. Her face was sweet with a beautiful smile. His work was normal with pretty good ethics as well. Perhaps if it continued, there would be a good relationship between them.

In fact, it was not enough to move his heart. Daniel was astonished at himself. His subconscious will is hard for him to understand.

Daniel tried to close his eyes and let the matter disappear for a moment.

For Chrissakes. He needs a good rest. His work has piled up. There are a lot of projects and agendas that he has to pursue tomorrow. But his eyes could not be invited to compromise. It was still wide open and not willing to close.

Daniel's mind was even more wandering indistinctly. He recalled Jasmine's touch. Even when his mind was about to settle down, the shadow of their kiss was clearly imprinted. It is as if the brain has its own focus on choosing which things to keep in mind.

How the soft texture of her lips, how to touch, and her seductive movements. All that banged on his chest, wanting more.

Daniel's crazy mind began to explore. He's starting to dream. If he had held Jasmine back for longer yesterday, would the response have stopped, or would it have burned even more? If he were a little aggressive, would the kiss continue, or would it still stop?

Daniel shook his head in a sliver. Oh God. It seems like his brain is starting to go crazy. This kind of woman like Jasmine is impossible to overturn Daniel like this. Moreover, it was just a kiss. Just kissing. Daniel needs to underline that.

Daniel's age is ripe. No longer a teenage boy who likes to try new things. Kissing is no longer a strange thing. It shouldn't have overturned his mind.

Desperately, Daniel got out of bed, limped towards his laptop and decided to re-examine the sales graph report that had been delayed.

It looks like he won't be able to fall asleep. It is better for Daniel to use his focus to do something else that requires more attention than to waste time.

Let's say. He is currently in a chaotic phase. Maybe tomorrow, when his brain is more functional, Daniel can return to his original sense.

Now, he only needed to distract from things he shouldn't.

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This afternoon, a man named Luiz Martinezz was sitting on his throne chair. He looked at the woman in front of him, feeling enraged by something.

"Overnight, Rico and Pollo, my two most trusted men and the county holders in America, were killed by someone. You know who killed him?"

The young lady before Luiz simply bowed in, choosing a silent thousand languages. Luiz, the head of the largest mafia on the American continent, is a feared man in the dark world. Throughout his life, he operated his organization in Brazil, precisely in Sao Paulo.

His emotions are very changeable. In one moment he was fine, in the next second he could poke a gun and kill his own men out of annoyance.

No wonder nearly half of his own organization was killed by his hands. He does not forgive mistakes. A single person who dared to make a mistake, dozens of others could be affected by Luiz's anger.

"Liza, do you know who killed him?" Luiz, the forty-one-year-old, repeated the same question again, dissatisfied that the previous question had not been answered.

"I don't know, Sir." Liza, the graceful woman of mixed Latin American and European blood was just bowing deeply, showing a complete sense of courtesy.

In addition to temperamental, Luiz is also classified as crazy respectful. Sometimes his emotions can be a little calm if he feels flattered. That's how Liza deals with people like Luiz. For the sake of her own life, Liza had to be clever in her attitude.

"Before the man killed them, he retrieved the information documents Rico had gathered regarding the evil eyes. So I made sure he was eyes evil itself. The way to kill and the way to tidy up the evidence is not much different from the style of evil eyes that have been reported by people."

Liza was still bowed deeply on the floor, not daring to react. He had to actually respond with a weighty topic if Luiz was in bad emotions. If Liza originally spoke, she might even attract the anger of the man.

So Rico and Pollo have been wiped out by the evil eyes. They were both two people that Luiz trusted to hold New York and its surroundings. Their death must have been a great blow to Luiz. Those two people included the pride of Luiz from long ago.

If Rico and Pollo are dead, Luiz's organization is threatened. Two people who belong to the strong life in the organization were simply wiped out by the fugitive of the organization itself.

What a setback. Luiz had to take drastic steps to turn the wheel to keep the organization strong and no longer threatened.

"The guy thinks he's great. After taking out two of my men, he just left and tried to erase the CCTV track record. Idiotically. Real dumb. He didn't know any data coming into CCTV would automatically be routed to a central server and it couldn't be erased by him." Luiz laughed triumphantly. He felt proud of his fugitive this time getting into a trap.

"I lost two of my men. But their deaths were not in vain. In this way, I can find out his identity directly that was caught on camera. Now I know who eyes evil is."

Luiz threw a slightly blurred photo towards Liza. The photo was the result of an image that could be captured by the CCTV of the Rico residence with magnification resolution several times.

Although the photo is not entirely clear, but at first glance it can capture the overall facial features that Luiz refers to.

For a moment, Liza's heart felt trembling. This man reflects a very remarkable masculinity. His sturdy jaw, his sharp eyes, his charming dark hair, and hard lips promise a lot of things.

"The real name he is wearing right now is Klayver Vaquez. I investigated this morning. He has a wife named Alice Vaquez who lives in Manhattan and a six-year-old stepdaughter."

Luiz's gaze turned pleasant. After his emotions were quite scary because of the loss of Rico and Pollo, now he seems happy because he managed to find out the identity of the evil eyes. Someone who has been sought by many parties. Victory seems to be his. Luiz felt he could fly just because of this.

"Imagine that, Liza. If the other party finds out I've managed to break into Evil Eyes identiyas. How many millions of dollars would I receive if I sold this information to them?" Luiz gave a small smile, a smile that showed satisfaction.

Liza was just pensive. He looked at the face of Luiz who at the age of forty still looked young and charming. The man had a firm jawline like Klayver. His black eyes were as dark as night was the color of his slightly choppy hair. His bones are sturdy, proving that he is a man who is used to plunge into the field to overcome many regional conflicts in the mafia world.

Luiz's muscles are perfectly formed, making some people jealous the first time they see him.

But behind all that, there was a labile soul that suddenly exploded at any moment. Liza has been watching it for years. It was only luck that allowed him to last this long to remain loyal to working for Luiz.

Luiz is a person with low tolerance. He dislikes betrayal and hates unfaithful people. So, once working for Luiz, it's tantamount to signing a life contract forever. There is no way to reverse or reverse. That's why Liza continues to serve Luiz to this day. Because if he tried to stop, it could be that his breathing also stopped.

"You want me to sell this information to the other side?" Liza offered herself.

Luiz looked at Liza with a slightly darkened look. Liza held her breath long. It's an unpleasant situation. Luiz can explode at any time for no apparent reason.

"Maybe later. For now, I want you to find an insider from Klayver's family that we can bribe to give you all the information about his wife and son. We need to form a new informant. I have a pretty brilliant idea."

Luiz turned around and returned to sitting comfortably in his proud seat. Liza closed her eyes for a moment. He seemed to be assigned to look for gaps from the people around Klayver. There was only one thing Luiz's subordinates could do when the man wanted something. It does it well and perfectly. There is no shortage.

"All right." Liza nodded, expressing her willingness. He lowered his head deeply before finally retreating slowly and leaving from the main hall.

Liza's hills sound was tapping with a regular rhythm. The few bodyguards that Luiz had placed at the strategic point of bowing their heads ushered in his departure.

It was common knowledge that this black-haired woman was a confidant of Luiz. Twenty-five years old has made many achievements and handled many cases that disrupted their organization.

Outside a luxurious Luiz mansion, Liza looks at the sun of the city of Sao Paulo giving it a reddish orange color. Living in a tropical country for many years makes Liza accustomed to receiving hot temperatures. Her tanned skin looked beautiful and exotic.

Liza's black eyes were like an inner secret full of mystery. For the size of a woman, Liza is quite a mysterious person. His face was cold with no expression and his eyes were flat undetectable.

Just a moment of mingling with her would make one realize the dangerous aura emanating from Liza. She is a forbidden beauty. Something that can kill someone at any time.

Leisurely, Liza took out a pair of sunglasses that she was wearing on her shirt. He was walking steadily towards his car when suddenly the sound of a gun was heard from behind. Liza didn't stop at all. He didn't even look back. There must have been someone who managed to pull Luiz's anger so that the man finished off one of his guards. Quite typical of Luiz.

Although the sound of the gun was not very loud, but for the size of a person who had such sharp hearing, any sound could be detected. Sometimes, Liza can even distinguish the sound of the wind every season in Brazil. He has more ability in terms of the sense of hearing. Like any trained animal, Liza had gone through many processes to get to this point.

Liza drives a black movil SUV as she exits the Luiz mansion. There is a long road that is slightly winding towards the main road. Each of Luiz's men used to pass through this road as the main access. Around his right and left, there were absolutely no houses belonging to residents up to a kilometer later.

Black Hell's. A hereditary organization from generations before Luiz has managed to plant its roots quite strongly in Brazil. Until the mansion they use as an operational center is classified as hidden from public attention.

To keep the organization alive and well, many officials and police officers have Luiz bribed and used as personal informants. The man had bought the law so had incredible immunity.

Therefore, no wonder the narcotics business and other Luiz's dark business is not detected by the authorities. The man has poured money that does not play games in financing the operations of his organization. In such a way, it is fitting that his organization is getting bigger every time.

Liza took her black cell phone and contacted the informant she had. The informant happened to be in New York, not far from his current destination.

"Yes, Liza? Can I help you this time?" ask a young man who works as a police officer.

"I need more detailed information about someone named Alice Vaquez, wife of Klayver Vaquez in Manhattan."

"alright. I'll find out with the police resources."

"Everything. Hear you? Everyone close to him, friends, waiters, drivers, neighbors. Everything." Liza reemphasized her request

This information includes people who work quickly. Liza was confident that her request this time could be resolved easily. The man is quite reliable.

"alright. Give me a few days to do it. I'll send you the information you want as soon as possible."

"good. I always count on you!" Liza replied lightly.

"And about the pay?" The man began to ask about the compensation he would get.

"Just calm. I'll send it in cash through someone. The rates are huge if you're fast enough to do it."

Liza is a very careful person. He rarely makes dirty transactions in the form of transfers or anything that could have proof. He already felt that technology could sometimes trap people like himself. It would be safer to play the old-fashioned game by paying cash on each transaction.

"alright. I trust you. Cash payment."

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