NOT ME
THE HOTEL LISBOA
Flights to Macau have been arranged. John is Diego's best friend and pilot.
Diego's only trusted pilot who always accompanies his departure.
“Is everything in order?” ask Diego as they walk towards the airport.
Jhon smiling. Diego nodded then put on his sunglasses.
Almost 21 hours flight, they arrive at Macau International Airport, at 12 noon local time.
A driver was waiting for Diego. A Chinese man who was Diego's man. Not only in Indonesia, Diego has many bodyguards and servants in every country where he does business.
No need to wait for orders, the man took Diego to the hotel Lisboa, a palace for gamblers from the world above.
In a black suit and glasses, Diego heads to the meeting place when he arrives at the Lisboa hotel.
The owner of this famous place is also one of Diego's business associates. They were also quite close, arguably as relatives of distant families.
As soon as he got to the hotel's main door, a bodyguard ran up to Diego and directed his employer towards the meeting place.
Like the mafia in general, they always have a special underground room that can only be entered by certain people.
“Please Sir!” said the bodyguard when he got to the door of the secret room.
Access to enter is not arbitrary. Diego pointed his palm at a digital screen next to the door.
“Access accepted!” a robot voice with English greeted Diego.
After the door opened, 6 people were there.1 of them was Arsyan. Diego looked down small while smiling knots.
“Oh .. look, he's here!” exclaimed a thick-bodied man with characteristics like Chinese in general.
“Good day King,” reply Diego politely.
“Mari, I have prepared your place.” The man called King earlier, patted the chair next to him.
“An honor for me!” Diego sat down next to the man.
King Master, so called for the owner of the casino and the largest hotel in Macau, Lisbon. He is also a leader of the illegal business that Diego runs as well as other friends from several countries.
“The excavation in Egypt went smoothly right?” without further ado, Diego immediately opened the conversation.
His eyes glared at the King Master while sitting leaned back and both hands folded on his chest.
“Of course everything went well. Your men are great, their skills deserve thumbs up,” King replied then chuckled.
“They don't need your thumbs up. They need high pay!” diego Strict.
The mood began to tighten. Arsyan smiled faintly at the nervous King.
“Whatever the payment, you don't have to doubt me!” chuckles again.
Diego turned his eyes to his four business friends.1 from America, 2 from the Philippines and 1 from Russia.
“Do you guys have got a part?”
“Ya!” hitler, from America.
Diego felt something was wrong. He glanced at Arsyan, gesturing.
“My Parts?”
The king master chuckled followed by the other business associates.
“Mr Diego, I know that the excavation of this illegal artifact was done by most of your men. But, you should also know, the technology we use from America,” King explained.
“Again, many of your men were killed and replaced by my men,” added Ernezto from the Philippines.
“Who else wants to protest?” Diego turned the clock on his hand.
“We just want to explain, not protest. In this case you can only get 1/7 of the excavation.” Adrian from Russia did not want to lose.
Diego frowned. “1/7 .. I also charge a lot!”
“But I gave you the best diamond in the world.” The King Master looked at Diego sharply.
“I didn't ask for it!” diego's voice began to fall.
All his business associates know, Diego's nature. If his voice starts to go down, something bad will happen.
“Don't fuck around, you're in my territory. If I wanted to, you could die with Arsyan this second too!”
Before entering the room, Diego was examined first. Sharp weapons and abandoned fire.
However, Diego is not bod0h. The pen that was stored in his suit pocket, was no ordinary pen. It was a deadly firearm, designed in such a way as not to be suspected.
Even in his wallet there was a bomb in the form of a small paper fold. In addition, shuriken (Weapons of Japanese ninjas) made in the form of ID cards was stored neatly.
“I know, you won't be daunted by my threat.” The King Master chuckled again.
“Your personality is what makes me interested in making you a relative in anything,”
“Include enemies in blankets?” answer Diego casually.
The king master muted and started glancing at his four comrades. Something they have prepared.
Diego was suspicious too. His eyes gave Arsyan a code.
In an instant, the two of them had been pointed with a gun by the four business associates earlier.
Arsyan begins to fidget, but is threatened by Diego to stay strong and brave.
“Look, he wasn't even afraid when death was already in front of him!” exclaimed King clapping his hands. Between admiration and ridicule.
Diego chuckled while shaking. “It is precisely you who should be afraid. Isn't it sad, if your favorite place will be your grave?”
The room was designed so complicated. There is no network though from King Master's cell phone. The place is soundproof. So, whatever happens inside, will not be known by the guard standing behind the door though.
“Shoot!” decreed King.
Diego deftly dodged and then managed to snatch a weapon from Hitler, then pointed at King.
A wicked smile. “If they shoot Arsyan, then your life is at stake!”
King masters are good at business. But he's not a fighter. Even holding a gun he didn't know. Nevertheless, he had killed many enemies with the help of his friends and men.
“All we can talk about is fine,” persuade King who began to tremble.
“No more my friend. You have threatened my life. Let's see, who will die?”
“Hinwa is not a game.” The King Master tried to laugh.
When Diego's attention was on King, Ernezto approached and kicked Diego on the back.
The King Master moved quickly near the door, but Diego was more deft, shooting King in the leg.
Diego turns to Arsyan who is dying a flea under Adrian's hostage and Ernezto's friend.
His hand was more agile to shoot Ernezto's colleague to death. Deftly he took the shuriken and threw it down the neck of Adrian. The Russian lay lifelessly bathed in fresh blood.
The remaining 3 peng3cuts. Arsyan stroked his rumbling chest.
Hitler took Ernezto's gun and shot him in the left arm. The man grimaced.
Diego pulled out his pen, and threw it right into Hitler's heart.
The king master was shocked to see his friend being killed in an instant.
“I'll give you ½ parts of our excavation results.”
“No need!” while shooting King, Diego was shot by Ernezto in the leg.
Diego grimaced in pain then lightly, throwing a shuriken at Ernezto's neck.
Remaining King one. Diego won't give him an easy death.
He took the tie from the four men who were gone. Then tie King with that thing.
The fat King was quite a difficulty to move.
Diego opens the door first and takes Arsyan out. Before he got out of there, he forced King to swallow 10 folds of the deadly bomb.
Before the door closed, Diego waved his hand with a satisfied smile.
The battered King could only shake his head and attempt to break away. As a result of that movement, the bomb in his body exploded.
No sound is heard. Just a little shake.
“Hold your pain. We have to be ordinary so as not to be suspected by King's men,” explained Diego before they reached the exit guarded by the bodyguard.
Although sick, Arsya also had to try to hold. So was Diego who walked as usual, despite being enduring pain from a shot in his leg earlier.