ORION
A Hint
Perfect, a word that is easy to pronounce but difficult to interpret. There are all kinds of "perfect" things, but they are difficult to realize even with sacrifice. Note: The Death-Trip
Undergrown Auction is over! Leave the informant who is still half conscious. Chairman Irawan felt that the man must have full awareness, so he took out a stick that hit the Informan's face.
“Ohok! Argh ..gigiku,” complained while holding the cheek, then some of the teeth fell out immediately.
“Hey tell me why you auctioned that blood? And who owns the blood?” asked Chief Irawan looking at him sharply.
Not only was Chief Irawan an even NED Fighter, Orion's comrade except for Runo who was unconscious at the top also looked at him so sharply.
“It's just plain blood. While the blood ...rare I have used to turn on the man there,” he replied while pointing back. Leads to a man as a mc.
“Ordinary blood? I can't believe it,” said Chairman Irawan.
“Terden! You want to believe it or not!” his yell.
“Which he said might be true. Because the owner of the blood was Orion, but Orion never gave him that much,” Orion said. Using the pretext of another Orion figure for others to believe.
“What? The little boy gave her blood? Wh-wh-what for? And where is she?” ask the hysterical Chairman.
“Entahlah. I don't know what it is for and where it is now,” Orion once again told a lie.
“You must be the father of the boy, huh? You guys are so similar!” the informant is back.
“What? So it is true ..that Miss Arutala has a dark lover and even a dark child as well,” said Chairman Irawan looking at Orion with astonishment.
“Already! Don't talk about anything unimportant. Hey Enderu, you too! If you want to laugh, laugh!” Orion felt offended especially when Endaru was holding back his laughter while turning his back.
Then Orion sat down and went back to interrogating the Informant.
“Sir, I hope you answer a few more questions. What are you doing by tricking everyone that blood is not real blood? I know that you did it on purpose.”
“If you know, why should I answer?” he turned his face away.
“Oh, so, yes. You refuse to answer when you know what I mean is something else,” Orion said, drawing closer to her.
“Ba-fine. What you mean is Chame—”
“Ah! Apparently true! You're Chameleon's partner apparently. Basic, I won't think you're a real partner, ah ..no, you're just his subordinate. Though I had thought that you were neutral,” Orion said deliberately cutting off the informant's sentence.
Once again the Informant threw his face away while clucking in annoyance. He looked very upset, especially after being stared at by a man with an unpleasant dead look.
“Then, how about Chameleon? Do you know where he is,” asked Orion.
The double!
Once again the wooden trunk from inside the cage landed on the face of the other part. So the Informant indirectly returned to look at Orion's face again.
“Answers!” shouted Chairman Irawan who remained in a standing position while crossing both arms to the front of the chest.
“It .. I don't know. Besides if I am a Chameleon subordinate, but I came here because of my own wishes,” said the Informant who was a little unclear then because both cheeks had swollen.
“So you came to this country solely to auction off fake blood. Then once you get into trouble, you use me so that the price of that blood and myself soar. So?” Orion asked again, this time grasping his cage as he was very angry.
“Ya,” for short.
It seemed like there was no other way but to go somewhere related to the Fountain. But there are some things Orion should ask again.
“I've heard this from Chairman Arutala. There is no need to explain it anymore, because I have thought that this is because of Chameleon,” said Chairman Irawan.
“Good then, Chairman Irawan. I also thought the same thing.” Orion nodded his head.
“Hei! It wasn't Mr Chameleon!” the Informant denied that the powder brought by Orion was not from Chameleon.
“What? Why could that be? Admit it, sir! Because I myself have known that this powder existed even before Chameleon left,” said Orion who refuted the Informant's sentence.
“That's impossible because Mr. Chameleon only enslaves NED Fighters only!” deny it once more.
“Hah? So you mean, that psychopath chameleon just circulates it, huh? So ...he got it from this country so?” chirps Enderu.
“Iya, that's right!” The informant nodded his head several times with a sweat pouring out.
“I will not guarantee your life if you lie,” threatened Enderu. The informant shook his head.
The informant swore that Chameleon was not the supplier of the dangerous object itself. Because,
“Mr Chameleon even tucked it. If you say the man who is in the 2nd position, Mr. Chameleon has changed since consuming it,” he said with a bowed head.
Chameleon even consumed such an object? Sounds impossible but if viewed from the way of speech, attitude or even the actions then it could be a true fact.
There is no obvious disadvantage here, once they know something more about Chameleon. But his vague existence still made them confused.
So, the only hope is to go to Ken's lead. Fountain, whether it is a place or just indoor or outdoor decoration, they will not understand if they have not looked for it.
“Alright then. Thank you for working with us. Informant trickster,” Orion quipped while turning around.
Chief Irawan hurriedly followed Orion. There was something he wanted to ask.
“Where is Orion? Is she in school safely now? He will no longer be involved with our mess anymore, will he?”
But Orion simply replied under the pretext, “Your question is too much.”
***
Somewhere else. With all the luxury, glamour, sparkle and so on he said again is a place owned by the rich. I don't know who the owner of the place is, but that certainly belongs to the important people.
Got a call from a wireless phone, a guy named Ken. A Saint with chain strength that was at a glance similar to the strength of Chairman Dharmawangsa.
“Sorry to interrupt, there is something I want to say. A man with powers like ours has infiltrated. Maybe his head will be valuable because he is quite unique.”
“[So. But, Mr. No is at home right now. Said he wanted to go to the auction.]”
“Ya already then. But will this be useful?”
“[Means?]”
“The man has dead eyes. As if it were not alive.”
Clack!
Someone who had just been contacted immediately hung up his phone. Ken let out a short sigh while putting the phone handle back into place.