Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Time-stalling
That's how they suspect each other but they still agree to cooperate. Carefully the two of them walked into the auction house through the back door. But before that, Mr. Rodgers first unlocked the password at the door by using his table. It is true that on this island can not use technology equipment but Mr. Rodgers knew that in fact only around the island all communication tools and technology did not work but in the auction house did not. He realized that when he accidentally checked his phone while participating in the auction event. Death Knell was amazed at Mr. Knell's greatness. Rodger. After the key was successfully unlocked, the two of them moved in. They went to the third floor where Julius was taken. Through the ventilation room, they peeked at the situation before making their next move. Julius is seen with his hands tied behind his back being led into the reconnaissance room.
"It turns out this is the contents of the third floor of this building," Julius said as he glanced at each screen. "It's gonna be pretty hard for me to get out of this place."
"Exactly. This is where we keep an eye on every movement on the island" the man explained.
"Sir, it seems like the fellow of this child is looking for him. The movements are occasionally caught on camera," explains one of the women in the room.
"It must be uncle Qazi. I hope he finds the mark I left behind," inner Julius.
"Leave it. The island was wide enough for him to play around for a while."
"So you activated the security system?" julius said he was trying to buy time.
"really. I really liked your action but unfortunately you were hit by a poisoned arrow from one of the activated traps. The deadliest poison I've ever had. Everyone who was exposed to the ferocity of this poison none of them survived, but you didn't. You're the first human to survive this far from the poison. What's your secret?"
"Can I sit down? You know my condition yourself. After asking me to walk this far with a weak body. Come on, that's right," Julius casually asked.
"Why did I even feel that there was no need to save her," Death Knell said softly. He was a little angry at Julius' behavior down there.
"Don't say that. It is likely that he is currently stalling" whispered Mr. Rodger. "But if what the man said was true, I was also curious about the secret of this boy."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You must be tired" the man asked his subordinates for a seat and let Julius sit down.
Julius rested his body on the chair. "It's better."
"You're not dead, young man, but you look very weak. The poison must have spread all over your body. Do you feel any agonizing side effects like pain, dizziness, nausea or shortness of breath?" asked one of the men as soon as he looked at Julius' pale-looking face.
"Hehe... You seem to have a stupid subordinate, sir. My body is currently exposed to poison instead of suffering from fever" Julius sneered.
Plaque!
One slap from the boss of the man landed on his head. The slap was so strong that it made the man fall out of his chair.
"really outrageous! You humiliated me in front of a boy. Get out of here! I don't want to see your face anymore!"
"Smart kid. Just one sentence can make one person miserable," Mr. Rodgers saw the incident.
The man who got the slap quickly stood up then stepped out and the others just stared and fell silent for a moment.
"Oh, yes. Where were we?"
"Who are you?" ask Julius to cut.
"You can call me Mr. Black."
"Trs. Black's? Hm.... I'm like I've heard that name."
"really?"
"I don't think so."
"You... I assume I didn't hear that," said Mr. Black is still trying to be patient.
Mr. Black was shocked to hear it. "What did you say?"
"What did I say? Does anyone here hear me say anything?" julius asked the others but they were all silent.
"What the fuck? I was clear that this boy just said... No. gabe. What the hell am I thinking? She might also know my identity. He deliberately used a random word to celebrate me, "inner Mr. Black's.
"If the others don't hear it but I vaguely hear that the boy is saying 'Zero'. Hold still... Zeros... Mr. Blacks... Why do I feel like I've heard this name?" thought Tn. Rodgers remembered.
"Already! Enough bases! Now quickly tell me the secret of uniqueness of your body? Why didn't you die from the poison?" patience Tn. Black is almost to his limit.
"I don't know either. Since birth, my body has been immune to all kinds of poisons. Without any antidote, my body would neutralize all kinds of toxins that enter the bloodstream. But because too often my blood has been exposed to poison, slowly my blood turns into poison itself. So just be careful. A drop of my blood is enough to kill all of you in this room" Julius explained with a cold look.
"Oh... Attractively. I think I should..."
"Let me guess," cut Julius. "You must be planning on taking a sample of my blood, taking it to the lab for research, and then planning on whether you can make a potion that you can use to make your body immune to toxins, too. Right, right?"
"You're a smart kid. In a moment you can read my mind."
"Is there any other reason than that?"
"I admit that he's quite good at stalling in time," Inner Death Knell.
..."The warning! Intruder detected!"...
..."The warning! Intruder detected!"...
They were all startled with a warning sound that suddenly appeared over and over again. Simultaneously, then the electricity in the room suffered a disturbance. The lights seemed to flicker a few times and all the computer screens continued to display red warning signs.
"What the fuck? Who would dare to infiltrate my place? All of you, catch that guy!!" mr's orders. Black on his men.
Some of the people in the room went out to catch the intruder and some cleared up a little of the mess that was happening on the computer network. The problem that the person did was to disrupt the electrical system in the building. I don't know what he has done and how but certainly the electric voltage in the building becomes irregular. Over time it causes damage to the computer system.
"This is our chance!" death Knell said as he jumped down from the vent.
"Later on.." intercept Mr. Rodgers was too late.
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