Namoras
Tanjung karang operation

Right at two o'clock in the morning, when people are soundly lulled in dreams and reluctant to separate from pillows and blankets, one kilometer away from the port of Tanjung Karang, the, dozens of silhouettes are seen crouching behind the bushes and partially laying on the mangrove tree grove. While their gazes were clearly centered on the vast sea.

Currently, the moon above is forming a scythe. Obviously tonight can not be said to be bright although it is also far from the word dark.

For those who are in a bright place then faced with the view of the night on the seafront, then they will agree to say that this night is very dark. However, for those who are languishing in the thickets, they can see anything clearly. This may be because their eyes have adapted to the dark conditions. Or it could also be said that maybe everyone's eyes are trained so that when faced with the state of the night, they will be able to see clearly as far as twenty to thirty meters. And can detect if there are people who will approach their place. Perhaps it was an instinct raised due to intense training.

Sayup-sayup from a distance, the sound of speed boat engine speeding at a very high speed.

At first the engine sounds like a mosquito. While the lights from the speed boat look like fireflies. However, not ten minutes, the speed boat has approached the deep waters and seems to avoid the beach and choose the deep waters far away on the edge of the forest.

As soon as the boat glided quickly at the estuary that brought together sea water and river water, one of them who was on the boat threw a hook rope directly stuck between the mangrove bushes.

Slowly the person pulled the rope so that the boat was getting docked on the cliffs of the ground.

As soon as the boat docked, the man jumped to the ground, and immediately turned on the code light.

Not long after, some people began to come out of the bushes, then took each other to take out boxes from the boat and then upload them into two helicopters that have been prepared since.

The cooperation between them was really very efficient. Because, it did not take long, the work was finished and just waiting for the last trip that is currently still heading to the helicopter. Butwhat? As soon as they were only halfway through, suddenly from the bushes, dozens of silhouettes rose up and came out of hiding. In fact, the looks of the sea also sprung heads wearing swimwear and underwater breathing apparatus still attached to their bodies.

Because wearing camouflage clothes, plus the situation is still dark, so that none of them realize that their activities have actually been monitored completely.

"Who is that?" Shouted one of them paying attention while warning the others that there were other parties besides them in the region.

"Damn! Looks like our activities have been smelled by the authorities,"

"Don't move and stay in your respective positions. Provide cooperation so that no victims fall. You've been surrounded and there's no place for you to escape!" Exclaimed someone who seemed to be using loudspeakers.

"Congratulations. Call the Boss so they don't come. Otherwise, no one will be able to vouch for us later,"

"Good!"

Among those who had been besieged, someone immediately contacted someone.

There was tension and anger from the phone call. However, after telling them that they were currently surrounded, there was no other way but to not show themselves and immediately escape.

"How's it?" Whisper one of them.

"Jhonroy is not coming. Even if he's angry, but what else? He told us not to fight. The rest, he'll take care of it through the connections he has,"

"Good!" Said. Then, dozens of people simultaneously raised their hands, then placed them behind their heads.

Meanwhile, in Martins' staff housing, Namora who is being lulled by a dream is forced to wake up when her phone rings.

Namora woke up and answered the call. "Tonggis!" Namora said the name of the person who called her.

"I'm young Master,"

"How is he doing?"

"Hmmm. Attractively. This game will take a lot of energy.

Alright. You immediately back off and return to watch over L. Any information, I'll give you fifty million rupiahs. It doesn't matter if the information is valuable or not,"

"Ready, young master. I promise I won't let you down,"

"Hmmm.," Namora ended the call, then went back to sleep. Anyway, tomorrow there are still things that are likely to be more challenging. And he didn't want to waste energy thinking about how the police were dealing with Jhonroy's problem. Because he knew that the police could do absolutely nothing to the crafty old man. While not caught off guard, the old man had a thousand ways to release the charges against him. In fact, even if caught by hand, he would be difficult to catch given the connection he had.

For Namora herself, the important thing is, Jhonroy suffered a huge loss this time. At the very least, billions of rupiah were forfeited from the profit plan he had hoped for due to this arrest. Tomorrow, perhaps he would call the old man to mock him by saying words of condolence.

"Huh. Why wait until morning. Maybe Jhonroy is currently dizzy seven circumference. Why not add vinegar over the wound?" Namora muttered in the heart. He then grabbed his phone, then asked someone to track down Jhonroy's contact information.

Not for five minutes, the reply from the man had arrived. And in the inbox, there's a string of numbers.

Without waiting any longer, Namora immediately dialed the number and left it for a moment to connect.

Not until three seconds, the call was connected and a heavy sound pitched unhappy to be heard from across there.

"Hallo. Who's there,"

Namora immediately cleared her throat, before telling herself to Jhonroy.

"Hallo the honorable and very great Lord of Jhonroy. It's me, Namora. How are you?" Namora asked in a very mocking tone.

"You, Namora. Where'd you get my contact information?"

"Is it so hard for me to find out your phone number? Let alone the phone number. 70% of your ugliness I know. Including tax evasion, illegal transactions and money laundering. And that data is on me right now. If it's a foul thing you've been hiding in meetings I can tell, what else is just your phone number," Namora sneered still in a very trifling tone of voice.

"What do you mean Namora? Don't make me angry. I can take your life without touching. Don't draw my patience!" Shouted Jhonroy in a very angry tone.

"Akuuti...! Jhonroy, it is evident that I am still alive. I doubt your abilities. I was thinking. If the data about your fraud were leaked to the public, what would happen? Will you rot in prison, or..,"

"Close your mouth! I'm not easily offended. Tell me what you want!" Jerky Jhonroy. Since when did he feel bullied like this. In his entire life, no one had ever dared to be threatening towards him. Moreover, this time the one who threatened him was children. If Namora were in front of him at this time, maybe the boy's head would have been chewed roundly.

"Haha. Jhonroy's. I only do one move at a time. But, what is certain is, I tell you that there cannot be two kings in one kingdom. I, Namora aspire to be the sole king of this province. Before you become the dog that licks my shoes, then I won't stop. Know that I will eat away at whatever you have. The cape operation was just the beginning for me to avenge what you've done to my company,"

"So, this is all your doing?"

"Use your brain. Are you too old that I need to explain everything? Remember that! This is just the beginning. I'm calling you just to say that I'm sorry for the loss you've suffered,"

"Bad. I'm gonna kill you!"

After that, there was a sound of something slammed followed by the end of the phone call. Perhaps because he was too angry, to the point that Jhonroy slammed his cell phone on the floor.

"Because of you!" Namora said mockingly. Then he returned to his body. But he can't fall asleep anymore. Instead, he continued to think about what would happen after this, then took precautions immediately. Because, however, he was aware that his opponent was Jhonroy. Old people are full of the salt acid of life. It was possible that he would be killed, or it could be that a war between companies was inevitable. After all, the retaliation was bound to come, sooner or later. Ready or unprepared, willing or unwilling, Namora must face it. That's Pion. He realized that he was only a tool for someone who was very powerful. Or, it could be that the Martins Group is just a stone to hone its skills in living bigger things in the future.

Seriate...