EIGHT TARGETS
132. A Killer Who Doesn't Want to be Killed

About a year ago in the United States.  At that time, Silva who could not resist his drunkenness, finally fell asleep at one of his subscription bars.  Tirta, who happened to be there as his last visit before their release from house arrest, drove him home to his apartment.

Unintentionally, Tirta saw the contents of Silva's smartphone that he continued to kiss.  Apparently, Silva was opening the instagram of the person he hated the most while kissing his smartphone screen lustfully.

“Silva, it's time to go home.  Let me take you.”  Tirta told the drunken Silva.

“Who are you?  I'm not satisfied staring at my prince.”  Silva replied, drunk while kissing the photo of Kaiser.

Silva brought his face closer to Tirta.

“Oh, Tirta, my most loyal lackey apparently.”  Silva said staggered.

A few moments later, his expression changed.  Silva in an instant showed an angry expression.  He slapped Tirta.

“This is all your fault!  If it wasn't for your existence, Kaiser would have gotten it.  It's all because of you.  Go there, you ugly fuck!  What the fuck with a pig's nose and beggar's kayak hair.  Oh yeah, I forgot.  You are a beggar, so you want to be my lackey.”

Silva chattered half drunk while making sharp words in front of Tirta.

And this is where the young man who had paralyzed both his legs and his right hand were.  Confined in a special detention facility for spiritualists, the establishment was spearheaded by Loki's grandfather.

“Silva, why are you so desperate to ignore me?  What good is this dog*n psychopath?  He who has even taken your life.”  Lirih Tirta with a look of despair was caught on her face.

It was then that Captain Maya entered the room to interrogate the mentally damaged young man.

***

Captain Maya, weary after interrogating Tirta, who had always given strange and absurd accounts, could not help but be irritated and slammed the map she was carrying hard to the table.

“That psychopath's son!  Why did he unceasingly repeat the same absurd sentence?!  Is there perhaps a madman willing to manipulate others to kill himself?!  How could it be that the true identity of the black joker serial killer was Kaiser?!  Ah, this drives me crazy!”

Said Captain Maya with annoyance while staring at Tirta from behind a window of direct invisibility that is able to clearly see or hear the sound from the side, but not on the other side.

“Kaiser will kill me.  No, don't kill me.  Please save me.  Kaiser will kill me.”  Tirta said repeatedly from behind the window.

Captain Maya looked at the young man with great annoyance, unable to bear to hear the unreasonable repetitive sentences he kept saying.

Suddenly there was a noise from outside.  Then, two men in their 50s came to him.

“Maya, what do you mean by all this?  Why are you taking our case unilaterally?!”  Shouted the older man who was younger than them who was none other than Captain Wiwik.

“Ah, this is driving me crazy.”  Maya murmured, but with a voice clear enough to be able to be heard by the two of them.

Another old man finally spoke up.  He is Captain Danielo.

“Korning that Wiwik is upset.  Without being preceded by an official letter, you immediately suddenly take on the case.  Our division feels underestimated because of your attitude.”

“Sorry, Instructor Danielo.  I'm taking this case already according to the existing SOP.  After all, the realm of his case had already turned toward an unnatural disaster.  It's only natural that our team takes over.  But if the instructor is still in doubt, I'll show you the files.  After reading it, Instructors will understand.” more  Captain Maya also replied.

“But..” Captain Danielo looks doubtful.

However, he had not spoken further, suddenly there was a commotion from the next room from behind the window.

In an instant, the officer who was about to escort Tirta back to the cell became like a depleted high-voltage electric shock and was dying, as soon as he touched the young man's left hand.

It was obvious the shocked and incredulous look of the two old men after witnessing it firsthand.  About how high-voltage electricity could just emerge from the void and make the officer dying.

“See for yourself right?  Impossible Instructors and subordinates Instructors are able to overcome problems like this.”  Said Captain Maya flat.

***

The next day, Captain Maya must go to the head office to take care of the issue of the transition duty dispute with the heavy criminal handling division.  At the time of his absence, Dirga came to visit Tirta.

From the side, there was Tirta who was all over his body except for his head, wrapped around a strange rope.  As for the other side, there is Dirga with casual clothes like going on vacation to the beach while smiling friendly that is not usually on him.

“Halo, Tirta.  You're okay, right?”  Dirga also started a conversation.

“Dirga, help me.  If this continues, I will be killed by Kaiser.”  The chat was immediately greeted by Tirta with a request for help.

“Yeah, just accept fate.  It's all your fault anyway, right?  You are from the beginning who actually ensnare the others experiencing all this.  It's not fair that others are killed, but you're still alive, but you're the one who caused that person to take revenge on us?”

Dirga was silent for a moment, staring back and forth at Tirta's body which had looked that awful.  He continued, too,

“Partially why did you have to make Dios' nerve paralyzed?!  Now, you are paralyzed like that too.  The difference is, you can still be aware, still be able to speak well.  Poor Dios!  You must know what that feels like, right?

Dirga replied with a smile, but his face was flat, showing no expression.

“Not to mention the Dios problem is over, you were in that school, how many did you kill?  What do you think their lives are?  An assassin, already naturally killed by another assassin.”

Once again Dirga spoke, but this time, her expression showed seriousness.

“No!  I don't want to die!  I did it just to survive.  Yes, just to survive!  As long as Kaiser is successfully obliterated, everything will be fine again.”  Tirta shouted at Dirga, but Dirga only fell silent and gave no response.

“Hei, Dirga.  I have a lot of heritage.  I can tell you where I hid my legacy with the password.  Please use that to hire professional hitmen from secret organizations in Europe.  That Kanzaki clan controlled by Kaiser was definitely nothing compared to that professional assassin from the west.  Kaiser can definitely turn them off.”

Tirta said confidently as her eyes still contained hope.  However, Dirga just looked at Tirta with her sympathetic face while rejecting her firmly.

“Until the end, you turned out to have not changed huh.  But it is better if you can repent before the man comes to execute you.  Apparently, there's nothing more I want to say.  See you in the afterlife.  Take it easy, I will also soon catch up with you kok.”

Saying that, Dirga left.

“No!  Nah!  Stop, Dirga!  What do you mean?  Are you not afraid of death?  Helpme!  I don't want to die!”

Tirta was unceasingly speaking, but Dirga eventually disappeared from his point of view.

Tirta was taken back to his cell.  The strange rope that ensnared him was released and replaced by a handcuff that was no less strange, similar to Wilda's handcuffs, but more sinister with his strange serrations.  As for his legs were left just like that because of what was the point of handcuffing the legs of the young man who had been paralyzed.

***

Evening day came.

Tirta suddenly cried out in pain while curling up her body.  One of the officers ventured to open his cell and checked inside.

“Toilet!”  Lirih Tirta's.

“Apaan?  Turns out it was just a stomachache.”  The officer was relieved.

The officer took Tirta to the toilet, and about 15 minutes later, he drove her back to his cell.

Everything seemed fine, or that was what everyone thought.  However, it turns out that in Tirta's left hand, the key to his holding cell has been tightly grasped.