CEO Rescue Me!
CEO 113 – PRINCE ZUKO IN ACTION
“Know what you about the management of the night world, the underground world?”
“I know it well because I am a good student for my husband.”
“For Ferdi's power to me, then I will guarantee your efforts will take place safely and progressively,” Mr. Thakur close his face to Rita's face.
Rita laughed loudly full of ridicule.
“Don't dream!”
“Don't be arrogant! I am the one who is raising your business here. I'm the one who modelled you up to this size.”
Rita raised her eyebrows.
“You used my efforts as your money laundering site. And I as a business owner only paid a small amount of the transaction value. Cih!” Rita stared mischievously at Mr. Thakur, “You made a huge profit from money laundering at my place. It is precisely I who raised you, nourished you!”
Mr. Thakur's face flushed.
“Bigger you! If you ask for a raise fee say dong to me!”
Rita chuckles, “Impossible. You're known as a stingy guy, Bang. Even against people who are loyal to you.”
“Hey you,” said Rita to Mr Thakur's men, “When you are in financial distress and tell your boss, has he never given you money or a loan?”
Mr. Thakur's men seemed surprised to be asked that way. Fearfully looking at his boss.
“Jawab!”
Mr. Thakur's men shook their heads in doubt.
Rita laughs satisfied, “Bos you are stingy up to ubun-ubun. Are you still loyal to him? Still you want to be his accomplice?”
Mr. Thakur's men are confused. He looked at Mr. Thakur and Rita in turn.
“Jon! Watch out for you don't fuck around!” threaten Mr. Thakur.
“Ma’af Bos!” jon bowed his body to Mr. Thakur.
“My husband and I have never treated a man like a doormat. Stamped and ignored,” Rita smiled slanted while looking at Mr. Thakur and his men alternately, “We treat the men like family. That is why they are so loyal to us.”
Rita stepped closer to Mr. Thakur. His hands are on the buttons of Mr. Thakur's shirt. Playing buttons.
“You are trying to persecute the manager of my husband's place of business right? But he chose to be loyal to us, even though your men tortured him in such a way at your command, Mr.”
Mr. Thakur looked surprised.
“What do you mean? I'm not p...”
Not yet had Mr. Thakur finished talking, Rita pulled the button of Mr. Thakur's shirt until it was released.
“No need to tickle! Now our manager and his family are in our protection. In return, your men who did torture are all dead!”
“Bigger you! Lying you!” Mr. Thakur took his gawai.
Contacting his men in Batam. There's no answer. Calling another number, same. There's no answer.
Rita laughs loudly, “No mercy!_No mercy!”
“You think, I can be underestimated because I am a woman and my husband was arrested interpol?”
“Cannot be!” Mr. Thakur took his gun tucked in the back waist, covered with a leather jacket he was wearing.
He quickly pointed his gun at the surprised Rita.
“Contact your men, say that you share power with me!” Mr. Thakur pulled the gun safety.
“We will both rule the entire underground world of Batam Island and the next underground world of Bandung and Jakarta. We will be a suitable partner. In the day world, you become a civilian businessman and I become a servant of the state, in the night world, we become lovers, rulers of the underground world. How?”
Rit laughs mockingly, “You think we live in a fairy tale world? World novel about mafia romance?”
“I'm not messing with my words. Call now or I'll hole your pretty face with one of my bullets!”
Rita smiled then suddenly sang in a loud voice, “Cicak..cicak.on the wall..”
Instantly several men emerged from behind display cabinets, foyers and a boutique inner room. Each held a gun in his hand ready to shoot.
To Mr. Thakur's surprise, he recognized some of his men who were now siding with Rita were pointing guns at him.
“YOU CRAZY! TRAITOR!!” Mr. Thakur looked wrathful and hurt, “HOW DID THESE WOMEN BUY YOU GUYS?!!”
He moved quickly, forward grabbing Rita's arm that was behind him. Pulling her arm back and pointing a gun at Rita's neck.
Mr. Thakur smirked in satisfaction.
“Amateur!!”
To everyone's surprise, Mr. Thakur's son, Jon, moved silently behind his master. Pulling the elbow of his master's arm on the hand holding the gun.
Mr. Thakur looked back. His eyes were in disbelief.
“Jon?” You too?”
Mr. Thakur defended sticking the tip of his gun to Rita's neck.
“Ma’af Sir. I just read the situation. I'm an opportunist, sir. Especially against an employer like you.” Jon smiled slantingly looking at his former master.
Jon pulled hard Mr. Thakur's hand while curling his former master's neck. The gun seizure occurred while Rita's face was reddened because her neck was pinned by Mr. Thakur.
Somehow it happened, Mr. Thakur's gun barked at his former men standing near a headless mannequin.
A female scream was heard from the direction of the foyer and the back room of the boutique. The sound of panicked people running around sounded from the direction of the foyer towards the exit.
Rita tried to snatch the gun around her neck. He managed to keep the gun away from his neck. Jon curled loudly at Mr. Thakur's neck. But Mr. Thakur did not give up on keeping the gun in his hand.
Rita biting off the arm in Mr. Thakur. Mr. Thakur screamed in pain. The gun is pointing up. Rita tried to take it again. The gun exploded again. The crystal lamp in the room fell apart. Fractions of crystals and glass scattered.
Jon managed to hit Mr. Thakur's back head. His punch left Mr. Thakur unfocused and lost his balance. Rita takes a chance when Mr. Thakur's body is shaken.
He reached Mr. Thakur's grasp on his gun. The gun exploded again hitting the window glass of the boutique. Bullets pierced through the glass with a deafening sound instantly shot out of the building.
***
All who watched on the living room sofa looked tense, No one making a sound, no one moving.
From the TV screen, Mr. Thakur collapses with a bloody head and Rita manages to snatch the gun held by Mr. Thakur.
Then from the outside, there was the sound of metal clashing with asphalt and the sound of metal being dragged and the sound of people shouting.
“KAKAK!” Adisti turned to the apartment door.
Everyone was shocked by Adisti's scream. There was no one in the foyer apartment.
“Kakak Ipar is on his way here, Darling,” Bramasta calms Adisti down. Hugged his wife again while rubbing her back. His heart was also agitated.
Hans seemed to think.
“Ton, we're starting now. Get in the blue bird, broadcast the footage that happened on The Ritz 15 minutes ago. Then go to 2 national private TV. Can?”
Anton smiled, “Piece of a cake!_Smuck that anyway!_”
Bramasta nodded in agreement. Indra approaches Anton and stands behind Anton to see Anton in action.
Hans took the headphones, put them on. Waiting for Anton's message. Anton is still typing commands in the programming language.
Anton looked at Hans. Counting using his fingers, on the count of three, he nodded his head to Hans.
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***
He fell off his bike because he was shot.
Poor Adisti. His relationship with his brother is like twins.
Adinda how is it?