MAFIA VS CEO
TWENTY-THREE

Armand who was installing a bluetooth headset connected to Adair, walked into the quiet and uneven road, right-left is still a forest, the home of residents far from this place.

Adair gave him information about the men and the police who dared to betray, currently being punished and will be killed with his family but now the man is being punished directly by Adair.

A sadist? That's the way.

The black world is very violent and cruel, if you are afraid, you do not need to involve yourself in the black world.

At this time Adair asked for help to pursue a group of people who had become his men.

"He's a cop?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Armand laughed at the mess the cop was making. "How can you be bored? He didn't tell me from the beginning of his profession?"

"He'd been with my organization for a long time before he became a cop, after joining - he didn't give us any information, instead he said he was being a fake cop to get close to the police and sell drugs."

Armand whistled loudly. "Wow, he obviously didn't want to give up the opportunity."

"He knows how to make money safely, I protect him. It turned out to betray me by leaking a small trade route to the police who wanted to rise to office instantly."

"Ah, rather he's selling information?"

"Yes, currently the central police and police chief are actively watching the police who make fake cases so they are desperate to buy information to the person through his accomplices. So that his position and identity are safe, he pretends to have used the services of his accomplices. He didn't dare sell information to a big client."

"Intense as well, with that-no one would blame him." Armand was amazed by the man's ingenuity. "What should I do for his accomplices?"

"Kill them, don't get caught."

"It looks hard." Armand smiled broadly as eight men surrounded him with all sorts of sharp objects.

"Be careful."

Adair's phone connection was cut off by Armand, he looked around casually and greeted them. "Hallo, are you guys currently being bad?"

"Whispering, bule! Give us your treasure!" shouted a man who had tattoos all over his face.

"Unfortunately I am not currently carrying any valuable objects." Armand laughed at their stupidity.

"WHISPER! WE WON'T BELIEVE IT!" snapped at the man who had tattoos all over his face. "TEACH HIM!"

Armand let out a long sigh then took out the Glock17 pistol and shot both of their legs quickly, if anyone entered into his range and was changing bullets, he said, automatically his feet moved quickly to attack the enemy before swinging their weapons.

Dor's! Dor's!

"Aragh!"

Armand greatly enjoyed the sound of the gun and the roar of their pain.

It didn't take long to cripple their arrogance, eight men fell down with gunshot wounds in both legs.

Do you know who I am?

Do you know why I'm here?

Do you know why I'm angry?

Do you know why I am sad now?

And do you know why I wanted to kill you?

Armand repeated the sentence over and over again, turning it into a hilarious song and his discordant tone amid the cries of eight men who were terrified after having their legs shot to the point of being unable to walk, willing to drag even their bodies away, they're gonna bleed to death.

"One against eight, how? I'm great, aren't I?" armand laughed as he sat leaning against the wooden chair he stole near the tree and smoked leisurely.

"cheat! You cheated! Wearing weapons, while we're empty-handed!" Isak a skinny guy who only wears t-shirts inside.

Armand laughed at them all. "Didn't you also carry knives and celurits? Whahuh? You guys feel safe from being in groups while I'm alone?"

"Well, now I want to ask you all before the blood runs out - do you know a cop named Nate?"

"How do we know the name of the police?!" yell at the man who has a tattoo on his face.

"Hoo-do I shoot you in the hand this time?" ask Armand casually.

They all went back to silence.

"Well, now I want to ask you again - who gave the information to Nate's police?"

Armand was silent, looking at the reactions of those who were only silent a thousand languages.

"Nobody wants to answer?"

They all agreed that they would not divulge secrets until death.

"Who is your leader here?" Armand got up from the chair and walked over to those lying on the road.

Seven men stared at a man who had tattoos all over his face.

Armand approached the man. "So you are, their leader?"

The man shook his head in fear.

"In retrospect, you were the one who shouted to surround me and kill me?"

"Pardon us, we know nothing! We'll tell you everything we know." The tattooed-faced man roared in pain while letting out tears.

Armand took out a voice recorder and started recording. "Well, tell me about Nate's cops who always sell information to other cops."

"Ti-no, we don't know the name of Nate-cop" the man rang and then shouted as Armand pointed the gun at his head. "We didn't know he was a cop, he always claimed to be Bambang!"

"Forward!" Armand's orders in a cold tone.

"We're looking for drug buyers, we're looking at three months of purchase. Whether he buys in bulk or small. If the amount is large, we keep the buyer a secret but if the amount is small, we sell that information on certain terms."

"What's the condition?"

"Witness protection! Sometimes we will also be brought as witnesses, but they tell us about the arrest schedule so that we do not use it and when urine tests are safe. Our identity is protected."

"Then?"

"Their rules are very strict about fake cases. If caught, they will be removed from the police force. They are also careful in their use of social media so that no one is suspicious and their case goes viral, so we mostly give suspects who are rarely active on social media as well. Not to talk there."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost four years."

Armand laughs. "For a long time, yes, you deserve to feel calm and great now. Then why be a begal?"

The man snorted furiously. "You look rich in a quiet place like this, we're not gonna waste it"

Dor's!

Armand shot right at the man's forehead, frowning in disdain as blood splashed everywhere.

The other seven stared at Armand's horror. Some resigned, some immediately fainted and some tried to escape by dragging their bodies as hard as possible.

Armand shot all of them, who attempted to escape being allowed to be last.

After the task was completed, he sent the location to Adair so that his men would retrieve the bodies.

From the house, Adair gave orders to his men after hearing Armand's report. "Just sell the body on the black market, medical students abroad will need it."

"Good!"