Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Head for island
Night on the boat after dinner. Qazi and Julius began to discuss the auction. In the room where only the two of them were, Qazi handed him a light blue eye mask decorated with silver carvings. The mask is still wrapped neatly in the packaging.
"What is this mask for?" julius asked as he reached for the mask.
"All auction attendees are obliged to conceal their identities. As soon as he got off the ship, Lord Julius had to put on this mask."
"alright. So, what are the only two of us who will be down on the ship later to attend the auction?"
"Yes. The rules are so. Only two people per family registered at the auction."
"Why is this auction known for the bloodiest auction ever?" ask Julius.
"The color after the auction event is over and once the attendees exit the auction house, this is the beginning of the massacre. The participants are allowed to seize the items they want or fail to get at the auction event. All means can be done including killing even once."
"Therefore the participants hired professional bodyguards to protect them and the goods they obtained."
"Yes. Before I get to the island, I'll take the whole situation to the island."
Qazi took out a square object from his suit pocket. He pressed the button in the middle of the black thing. There appeared a three-dimensional hologram of the island they were coming to.
"There are 10 docks surrounding the island and 10 entrances to the main door of the auction house. The ship will dock at pier 6 which is in the southeast 150° section. The distance from this pier to the main door of the auction house is about 500 meters. We'll take it on foot. This is the closest distance."
"good. What about the inside of the auction house? Can we figure it out?"
Qazi enlarged the image of the old whitewashed building that had been dull. "For the inside of the building, there are three levels. The first floor is where the auction takes place. The second floor is the VIP room. There are only four VIP rooms available in this building. And finally, the third floor. No one knows what's on the third floor."
"What about the basement?"
"The color of this building is only used whenever an auction is held erratically, it has no basement at all."
"If it's about security on this island?"
"Safety... There are more than 55 surveillance cameras scattered around the island and 20 cameras inside the auction house. That's it."
Red dots appear indicating the location of the surveillance camera in the hologram of the island.
"It looks like the owner of this auction house is very happy to watch the show people killing each other just to get their target items."
"I've created an escape route that was spared from surveillance cameras" Qazi zoomed in on the southeastern part of the island. This time there was a winding line between the red dots. "This path is in the forest. That will allow us to get off the island safely. And begged master Julius to remember this path well."
"Why should I memorize it?"
"The color of all electronic devices does not work at all on this island except their equipment. This is also the reason why the island cannot be tracked by satellites. They might install a device that could interfere with the workings of the electronic device system that we have."
"good. I'm not a bad reminder either. How many people were assigned the auction event? Does uncle Qazi have their data?"
Julius and Qazi continued to discuss about the auction house, what items were auctioned, the other participants were accompanied by his bodyguards and also discussed backup plans if any part of their plan did not match expectations. This conversation continued until 22:20.
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At 11:30 their ship docked at pier 6. There are already two ships from other participants in pier 7 which is located not too far away. But only their ship docked at pier 6. Julius and Qazi did not get off the ship immediately. A new auction was held around 13:00. They had lunch first while discussing their plans. All their electronics have been out of service since the ship entered the waters around the island 300 meters away.
At 12:45 Julius and Qazi got off the ship. They had put on masks before setting foot on the pier. The wind on this island is blowing hard with the pounding waves hit the rock. This island really looks very deserted. Along the way through the forest there were only rustling sounds from the small animals of the islanders. But the eyes of Julius continued to glance at some of the surveillance cameras that had noticed their movements. The surveillance cameras are hidden behind tree branches. Feeling that he had been monitored since getting off the ship, Julius suddenly took Qazi by the hand. That surprised Qazi a little.
"Young master Julius" whispered Qazi.
"Pretend to be my papa. It would be strange if they saw me as a 12-year-old coming and attending an auction in a dangerous place like this" Julius whispered.
"Don't lord Julius already know that not only are you the children attending this auction."
"I knew. But I was the only one who came with the bodyguard, though I'm not sure one of them was really a father and son."
"Well, if Mr. Julius wants me to play this role. I'll do it as you say" Qazi poked Julius' nose with his index finger.
Getting the treatment made Julius put on a flat face looking at Qazi. "I'm not Julia."
"But you two look alike."
"Over and again the nature of Uncle Qazi grew more and more similar to Norman's uncle," Julius muttered without changing his expression.
"Holding Julius' hand like this as if he were really my only son" Qazi said.
Right in front of the auction house they had just met one of the other participants. Julius did not let go of his arm until he entered the auction house. He even tightened his grip. Upon entering the building they were greeted by two guards in the front hall. Julius merely glanced at the two people at a glance. He thought there would be a luggage check, apparently not. Qazi led Julius to the place where he confirmed their data. He handed over a card that was proof of their participation at the auction.
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