
In the afternoon at Oda headquarters...
The news of Hanzi's death certainly made Oda in the fog himself. How not, the smuggling of song flour must stop when there are no more high officials who can provide security to continue to distribute the meth. And of course this made Oda wrathful and suffered great losses. He also seemed uncontrollably angry.
"Damn! How did Hanzi get killed?! What about the distribution of my shabu? I might get caught this time."
In a room with minimal lighting, Oda was angry himself. He did not expect that the protector of all his meth distributions would die. No doubt Oda also had to think again to continue smuggling illegal goods. He also does not want to take risks by continuing to distribute it. Oda did not want to be caught because he would increasingly suffer huge losses.
"Sir."
Not long after a man came. Judika is one of the members of the Oda faith.
"Hows it? Is there any good news to keep distributing our goods?" ask Oda immediately.
Judika shook her head. "Sorry, Sir. The distribution has to stop because not all high officials play in this. If we keep imposing, then the other parties will take advantage of the situation to strike back. So my advice stop it for a while." Judika.
"Is it safe to be in this country? Or do we have to go abroad to get rid of the trail?" ask Oda immediately.
Judika nodded. "It's good that we go to a remote place so that its existence is unknown. Perhaps you are interested in going east of the country. There's less security there." Judika.
Oda shook his head. "No. I'm out of the country for a while. Please prepare everything and ask the members to keep watch." Oda requests.
Judika slouch. "Good, Sir." He also complied with Oda's request.
Oda eventually decided to go abroad to avoid a police search. He fears someone is trying to figure out who is behind the smuggling of dozens of killgrams. The only place to be free from the search is outside the territory of this country. Oda immediately prepared for his departure. He does not want to take high risks.
"Sorry to have to wait a long time." A man came wearing a mask and a hat that covered his eyes. He sat next to Hara.
"What's wrong. How are you?" Hara asked someone about it.
"Good news. But not with the situation around me" he replied.
"Did there be confusion?" ask Hara again.
"Yes. We suspect each other at this time of Hanzi's death yesterday" said the person.
"Then what's next?" ask Hara back.
Someone took a breath. "Eitherway. But maybe he'll run abroad. Usually he does that" said someone again.
"Do you need my help?" Hara asked back.
"It's actually a good chance for me to kill him because he's alone in the base. But I can't do it because if I go home alone someone else will suspect me" said the person.
"Then just give me the address. Let the police team act" Hara said immediately.
Someone seemed to shake his head. "Sorry, I can't. Not not believing in you. I'm just afraid those who come are not cops like you. I was worried that they would instead take advantage of the situation to drain all the items that were there. And even the illicit goods they will take and use themselves. I'm afraid your team is acting insecure." That person refused to reveal the current location of his boss.