Mystery of Grandma's House
Mission Failed!

(Flashback retreated one day earlier)

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"Basic Stupid!" Jerk Andre.

Early in the morning, the two adult men who had just karaoke ria entered the warehouse that had just been built. with two floors that were still empty had not been filled, both after celebrating the success of their mission. Instantly they gasped to hear Andre's scream echoing in the room that contained only a few barrels and derigen.

"You mean what ndre, me and my men have eliminated it. Then what is your purpose in calling me to this place?! Don't mess with us orphans!" A middle-aged man who had been his partner in becoming an angel of death. This time he looks very drunk tonight. Currently his mouth is like it can not be controlled due to alcohol consumption.

"You can rest easy, my friend and I have finished him off directly in his town. So you don't have to wait for him to come here. Because the angel of death had already picked him up first. Ahahaha!!!" The man said that it was unclear because of the alcohol that they did not know how much they were taking.

"Sorry Brother Andre, I was just invited by Mr. Jack," said the young man with a trembling body.it seems like he is still quite conscious even though the smell of alcohol is clearly smelled from his mouth. Andre just shook off not responding.

Until the man who was the senior who trained Andre all this time, approached him. He half-embraced Andre violently. The smell of alcohol so rippled in the nose of a very cold man tonight.

"Why are you such a fool! You are a fool, hahahaha..Hoekk hoekkk" involuntarily spewed his guts right in Andre's jacket. The man looked still with his cold gaze looking at his clothes wet with a nauseating smell.

His friend swiftly pulled the heavily drunk body because it had dirty the clothes of the man who dariitadi looked at the two of them with a savage look.

Time showed at two in the morning. But in that place is still shrouded in commotion between three psychopaths who are clashing with each other.

Slowly but surely he took off the dirty shirt and jacket and threw it on the floor carelessly. With bare chest he approached the two men who were in the influence of the liquor. Throw him an HP that was swiftly captured by a somewhat younger man.

"Read on!"

An incoming message from an unsaved number.

'He's alive, just a minor injury. He's in the hospital now! Meanwhile, the case has been handled by the city's investigators.......'

'our society could be in danger'

"You're sloppy! You are proud to carry out a failed mission and come straight back here to endanger all members!!" Andre's voice echoed. Making the man who was still the same age as him tremble considering how fatal his mistake was.

As if he had shot the man blindly. He should have been to the afterlife by now, yet why this time fate said otherwise.

Meanwhile, Andre's coworkers have been helpless. He did not realize that his life was at the tip of the horn.

"Go!! I'm nauseous to see you guys" he said this time softly but with a still terrible look in his eyes.

Dorr..dorr..dorr.

Just a few steps away, the man had to collapse with blood splashing everywhere. His back was on the bust of four hot lead gifts from the executioner, Andre.

Accompanied by a terrible groan from him and then followed by giggling laughter that echoed throughout the room. The terrible sound seemed to lead the young man to his death.

Mr. Jack who actually still felt a very dizzy it began to realize something when the sound of a loud gunshot in his ear. Faintly seen a man who was familiar to him sprawled with blood pooled in his body. On the other hand, Jack saw Andre, a friend of his pshycho, laughing loudly and began to turn into a cry and immediately turned again into a curse of anger.

Instantly he realized that this time his best friend's crazy disease was relapsing. Realizing that it could be dangerous to stay near Andre if he was relapsing like this, he tried with all his might to run first, even with staggering legs.

Andre who realized his prey was conscious and wanted to escape immediately approached him. With one kick the drunk man immediately staggered to the floor of the warehouse.

Bruakkgkh...

"Basic ndre sober! I'm your best friend!" Said the man withstanding the pain from the kick earlier.

Andre swiftly took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the man's hands and feet. The man tried to rebel but he had already lost a lot of energy with the much more burly Andre.

Without further ado Andre lifted the body that was actually smaller than him into a large plastic drum that was already open. With the help of the footing of the wooden chair he inserted the already helpless body into the drum with a sitting position.

"Andre wake up Andre. We've been committing crimes for years with Andre!! I'm your best friend Andre! Help!!" The man's voice was increasingly begging to be released.

****Brughh****..

A body that has been drenched in blood and is lifeless was inserted into the same barrel drum. Overridden the body of Jack who had tried to persuade Andre to let go.

Looks like Jack is aware of what Andre is going to do. The man this time cried loudly along with the hateful oracles that continuously flowed from his lips. A clear-colored liquid was slightly viscous and smelled pungent, spilled just like that on it. The chemical liquid that he knew very well would dissolve his body little by little.

The liquid that reads H2SO4 aka sulfuric acid, gradually flowing filled the blue drum. The body that is now in trouble moves because there is a lifeless stiff body that is oppressing him this time, trying with the rest of his strength to break away from the death trap that he and Andre created first. it tastes like skin that is forcibly peeled from meat when sulfuric acid starts to hit the surface.

With all my might and in that very narrow place. He almost managed to grab the rim of the drum when the highly corrosive liquid reached above his stomach. But his efforts were in vain, he began to lose his consciousness. Slowly he saw the light from above the drum fade away. Andre has closed it.

The sound of the sound of despair that is getting weaker and longer from the container that has been filled with these chemicals. A loud voice scolded him now almost no longer heard. It can be ascertained slowly but surely the body will dissolve with the liquid. The senior executioner in the bun*h in the same way he killed his victim. A slow, deadly but very torturous way.

After a moment of rest, he deftly moved the barrel using a freight trolley. Parallel to dozens of neat barrels in the corner of the room. A strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Finished it, now it's just to settle the affairs of those two useless people!"

"I'll finish my last mission by myself soon. And soon escape from the curse of that old rascal's grandmother!" Tukas Andre grumbled.

Meanwhile...

In the Emergency Room of a private hospital in Jakarta. A middle-aged man with a wound on his left shoulder. The man was sewing after his surgical removal of a projectile lodged in his shoulder.

With no expression he went through everything with a flat face. Starting from the 0.5-millimeter metal lift up to the closure of the wound, he showed no significant change in expression.

It was a bit lucky for him because the metal was not too deep and did not split into pieces. So not too complicated in handling.

After it is declared complete. He opened his phone looking for a name and rushed to call her.

"Hello?"

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Seriate..