The Rhyme of the Depositary

083 B - SEASON 2

Klayver stood slowly towards the door of the enormous house. He was looking for a gap. Klayver is a person who is used to the shadow of the night. His body is well trained. Every sense he possessed displayed a strength that had long since been violently formed.

In the corner of the house there is a cable box. Carefully and sparingly, Klayver unshielded the cable with a device and fiddled with it for a while. After being convinced, Klayver entered through a small gate behind the house that was only guarded by one fat man.

It is easy to face a guy like this. With a light gesture, Klayver aimed a punch at the sensitive point of the fat man's neck and made him collapse before he could shout a single word.

The weak fat guy. Cibir Klayver in heart.

After passing the fat guy, Klayver walked towards the back door. He took something out of his pocket, used it to unlock it and automatically opened the door without sound. This house uses a super-sophisticated security device. There are motion sensors and heat sensors.

But sometimes people forget. As sophisticated as technology, the main initiator is humans. Therefore, which has a great opportunity to break into and damage also humans.

Luckily, Klayver was among those who could do both. Tinkering with technology and breaking into it.

By the time Klayver started entering the house, all the sensors had turned Klayver off. He walked leisurely like a guest and headed towards the kitchen that had been pitch-black.

Clayers have cat eyes. He could see in the darkness and feel many objects around him based on his approximate location. Every object has a certain vibration. If we focus, we will be able to distinguish the vibrations that belong to each object.

Deftly, Klayver opened the refrigerator, picked up a soda drink, and drank it in a few sinks. After feeling enough, he rubbed the tip of the bottle, breeding it into the trash.

Klayver continued his exploration and looked for the room he had expected to be the room.

Slowly, Klayver broke into the door of the room with a sophisticated device. After succeeding, the door opened with a faint creaking sound.

The room has a king-size bed with some high-end furniture that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars.

On the bed, lay a pair of people of different types without clothing a single strand. A man in his sixties and a young woman in his early twenties. You old man. Towards death, he chose to be in the arms of young women.

Klayver took the postol from his hip, releasing the key to the cocktail, causing a loud cheque.

The two sleeping people opened their eyes in a daze. Men are the quickest to understand their condition now. He tried to sit up, but was held back by the tip of Klayver's gun.

The young lady who was at the side of the old man wanted to shout, but was too ravenous that she could only gasp like a near-death fish.

"You? ... Are you eyes evil?" the old man's view was unacceptable. He has installed a high level of security. Only one person could break through it, if he really wanted to do so. Evil Eyes. People who can break into high-level security. He was a great assassin, as well as an enemy that the man wanted to eliminate.

"Commander Nardock. What would your wife say when she saw you die with another prostitute in your own stash house?"

"You!"

"Welcome to hell, Corrupt Commander."

Doooorrr

Mr. Nardock fell backwards, rolled once and decayed helplessly after having a seizure for a moment.

"Aaaaaaaarhhhhhhh!"

Dooooorr

Without a second thought, Klayver finished off the woman as well. He left them like that, and came back out after wiping some of his footprints with the solemn cloth he was carrying.

Klayver breezed away in a relaxed manner. All this is too easy. He's killed one more man who's after him.

Eldrick Nardock's. A police commander, as well as a hunter eyes evil with the lure of money. He is an example of a corrupt society.

Kalyver didn't feel guilty at all for killing Mr. Nardock. The state should have given him a ban for successfully eliminating the trash of politicians like him.

How many people in this country are hiding behind their real-life suits, they harbor a lot of moral depravity.

Federal agents who cheat and seek loopholes sell information to other parties. The dirty corrupt politicians. The officials who ate the people's money and roared on missions for the people's sake. Political critics who brag raised human rights but in fact silence entrenched money.

A lot of dirty stuff. Compared to such kind of people, Klayver felt like an untarnished saint. His hands were dirty from the blood. But they are not just dirty hands. His principles, soul, and ambition are dilapidated inside out.

Nardock is one of them. He is a public figure who is honored, honored, and deified. In fact, behind it all, he is a corrupt state and a devotee of young women as his personal collection.

Desire. Thrones. Womens.

The three sacred words he knew were capable of flipping the world upside down. Three words that almost every man wants. Three words that can make a difference. Either toward repair, or depravity.

The next day after last night's incident, Klayver was watching television in a rather dilapidated motel room. The door almost collapsed whenever he wanted, the roof was horrendous with some fragile parts in the sky, and dull tiles. It was as if the floor would turn into dust if it was gripped by the footwear for too long.

Klayver is used to staying in any situation. No matter the place that was far from comfortable, no matter having to endure every protest of his body, as long as the situation guaranteed his safety, Klayver could restrain himself.

He's used to going through difficult things. Once he survived without food three days on the outskirts of the forest only to stalk prey, never penetrating a river in the snow just to chase the target, he said, and once waited in the meadow for a full day in the summer just to wait for the target.

Mission is the most important thing for Klayver. He can hold his own desires for a greater purpose. Therefore, many rely on Klayver because his work is considered perfect. Eyes evil is not just for no reason.

In this morning's news broadcast, many police officers have discovered the death of a man known as the police commander. A lot of sad news is exaggerated.

The case quickly spread. Proven from the police line that was installed around the entire area of the Nardock mansion. Many journalists arrived. News from one source and another are confusing.

Some say Nardock was murdered with a mistress, some speculate he killed himself along with other women, some speculate he was killed for revenge.

Klayver simply fell silent enjoying the headlines. News that will continue to roll over as a hot topic this month.

The wife of Nardock was also highlighted. Her young wife simply kept her mouth shut, choosing not to comment on her husband's passing with another woman.

The first sorrow of the woman was the death of the husband in a murder. The second sorrow, realizing that the state of death of the husband with other women. Pretty deep punch.

Listen, Eldrick Nardock's wife is six months pregnant. It is a pressure for women who are pregnant with a fetus and are forced to accept such a terrible fate.

Perhaps, after the circumstances had eased, Klayver could send a mourning letter to him personally. After all, the woman deserves to get sincere sympathy from someone.

Moreover, Klayver did not feel any guilt at all. Killing Nardock is just a step of cleansing the world of trash. Klayver has done a good job for Nardock's wife, though it's not fun.

Klayver took a sip of wine from the flat bottle he held. Remembering Nardock's wife so brought him to the memory of Alice. How's the lady doing? How's Alice's fetus?

May God give Klayver a long life. He did not want Alice's fate to be as good as Nardock's. Do not let his wife and child experience deep sorrow because of him.

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Please insert a document like a map into a black plastic bag. He looked around the back room and immediately exited through a small alley. How to walk fast, like in a hurry to do something. At the back gate, he saw the figure of William looking at him in wonder.

Please smile small, feel defeated. He turned around and tried to avoid William. He abandoned his intention to leave the house. Instead, Please enter his room and lock the door with a soft click.

Willam stared at Sila's actions with pinched eyes. He did not like to see such suspicious actions. William walked into the back room, watched closely, and decided to do something.

Quickly, the old man headed towards the equipment warehouse that was in the basement. There he opened a large cupboard in the corner. This equipment is rarely used. The floor has been covered with a lot of dust. In every corner has become a spider's home. A large spider lives in the middle of its nest. His eyes looked at anyone brave enough to make trouble with his home.

Willam took a device and examined it for a while. He cleared away the dust that was enveloping the object by blowing air from his mouth.

William smiled with satisfaction. This tool still works well. He put it in a cardboard box, walked out of the warehouse, and closed the door that had been untouched for a long time.

On his way out, William crosses paths with Alice and Jasmine on the stairs. They wear casual clothes to do physical exercise as usual. William smiled a little.

"Mistress, Jessica," said William politely with his head down.

"Williams. You new from downstairs?" Alice returned William's greeting with a warm smile.

"Yes. Take some equipment." William pointed at the small cardboard in his hand.

Since Alice wasn't too curious, she passed the conversation just like that and continued her steps towards the training room.

William turned around and looked at Alice's back for quite a while. Inwardly, he was determined to take care of his master. Whatever happens.

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The day after Nardock's death, Klayver tried to observe the situation. Looks like things are starting to calm down. The police are still investigating the murder, but they have found no evidence. This case will go into unresolved cases.

The reporters are getting worse. They attributed little things to Nardock's death and made the problem even more widespread.

Some have linked Nardock's death to a neighboring state conspiracy. Some took speculation that the man's death was due to a former criminal who held a grudge against the commander. Some even concluded that Nardock was silenced for state abuses by his own partners.

Klayver is like pouring oil on coals. What he did made many of the dark secrets that Nardock had been doing all this time come to the surface.

Nardock's enemies are too many. Each of them has their own motive to finish off the man. If examined one by one of the possible suspects, eyes evil is only one of a thousand potential suspects.

Klayver was relieved that at least he did not commit the recklessness that could trap himself during Nardock's execution.

Now as everyone is busy highlighting Nardock and everything rotten about him is slowly coming to light, Klayver intends to see firsthand Nardock's widow and compensate her for the murder.

Although in reality, Nardock who had been eyeing Klayver's life first until finally Klayver was forced to finish him, still Klayver's guilt on his wife remained.

Nardock is rich, but Klayver still wants to give up a separate compensation. Compensation they may need in the future.

Klayver visits Emily's house, his wife Nardock, and pretends to be a mourner like everyone else. Nardock's house is too crowded. People gathered here to show their condolences. From legal officials, politicians, journalists, relatives, and many more from the ordinary public.

Klayver looked at the beautiful blonde woman in her thirties who looked to be standing gracefully. A sorrow and pain were clearly visible in both eyes.

Clayver swiftly walked towards Emily and lured through many people to offer sympathy. Upon arrival in front of Emily, she bowed deeply and offered her sincere condolences.

"Madam, I am one of the ordinary people who want to express my sorrow for the passing of your husband. May God give blessings to your life and your future son." Klayver looked at Emily's enlarged stomach and bowed politely.

"Thank you, Mr. ….?"

"Joe. Just Jo."

"Thank you, Jo." Emily's smile was sincere, looking down for a moment to pay homage to Klayver.

"This is something small from me, hopefully someday useful for you or your future child."

Klayver put something in Emily's hand before leaving. Secretly, Klayver provides information about a secret asset that Nardock has. He also gave her the keys to a bank box he met in Nardock's safe after he killed her. The key and description of the asset was Nardock stored in the safe of his stash house. It's easy for Klayver to break into it.

Nardock has an island unknown to others. He planned to use the island for sacrilegious purposes. But Klayver killed him first. Klayver thought the better the island and all the accompanying documents would be more useful if they were handed over to Emily.

After walking seventy kilometers away from the Nardock residence, Klayver removed the elastic face mask she was wearing and hand-kicked her skin.

He threw it in the trash and hummed lightly. Klayver is a very careful person. He couldn't possibly come up with a way of exposing himself.

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