Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Problems at the port
The weekend that arrives. Lina and Daniel were getting ready when Ducan arrived. At 13:10 they were ready to leave, but just stepped their feet out the door suddenly Daniel got a call from one of his men.
"What's wrong?" ask Daniel.
"..."
"What?!" daniel's countenance immediately turned very surprised upon receiving the news. "I'll be there right now!"
"What's the matter, Daniel?" ask Ducan.
"There was trouble at the port. I have to go there to get it done. Sorry little cat, I can't keep you company today. Didn't you go alone with your father?"
"It's okay. Take good care of your work. If they need you, as a leader you should have come to their aid."
"If the business is over quickly, I'll be home soon," Daniel kissed Lina on the forehead once. "Normany! Jony's! You two come with me."
"Okay, young master."
Norman and Jony rushed out of the house hearing the order. Using one car, they set off for the port. Lina looked at the black car as it slowly left the courtyard and increased its speed as it entered the highway.
"It looks like the problem is quite serious until Daniel has to take two people from his elite members" Ducan said.
"You're as serious as the problem is I hope nothing will happen to them" Lina walked towards her father's car while propping up her increasingly heavy contents.
"I've seen Daniel grow up since he was a kid, don't worry about him. Daniel is not a weak man. He has been personally trained by Mr. Flors itself. No one could beat him, even when he was alone and cornered," Ducan opened the car door and helped Lina in.
"I believe that."
Their car is now driving away from Daniel's yard.
In the meantime we turn to Daniel first. At 14:08 their car arrived at the port. The car didn't stop at all, Norman was driving through the port slowly. There are still many police around the port.
"They've all gathered in an abandoned building, young master," Jony said.
"Put the gas to the Norman gathering point!"
"Ready, young master."
15 Minutes later, the car stopped at an abandoned building in the woods. Two men immediately greeted them at the door. Inside the abandoned building there were already more than ten people lined up neatly. They were all underlings of Daniel in charge of smuggling illegal weapons and narcotics in the harbor. Daniel sat in a chair they had provided with Norman and Jony stood firmly behind him.
"How did this happen?" daniel asked with so much pressure emanating from him.
His powerful ranking made everyone in front of him not dare to look directly at Daniel. They all fell in fear.
"Ronal, you're in charge and the leader of this small group. Can you explain in more detail what happened?"
With a slightly trembling body a man named Ronal stepped forward from the barisa.
"Everything happened suddenly, young master. At first everything went well. We managed to go through the examination perfectly in the past. In the usual way we smuggle all those guns and drugs in different containers. As soon as the ship was about to dock, suddenly from the direction of the port dozens of police speckles speeding towards the ship. I who realized it immediately pulled all my members back before the policemen boarded the ship. We managed to escape after a chance chase and shootout with the police.
From a distance I noticed the policemen asking for the forced opening of the container here is the strangeness I felt, young master. How can the cops guess which container contains smuggled weapons and narcotics? Though we placed the containers randomly from dozens of containers, but the first seven containers they checked were all containers containing contraband. And also these policemen are like not making any preparations at all. They didn't do the investigation before, because this is what made us foggy.
Luckily only the people I hired outside the Black Mamba members were caught. I've cut ties with these people. The policemen will not be able to get any information from them" Ronal said
"It looks like someone who has leaked the information of the goods is coming today young master," whispered Jony.
"No young master. There are 15 other people besides them."
"Gather everything! And for those who are here don't go anywhere. Time to catch a traitor rat."
"Good."
Half an hour later. All the members led by Ronal had gathered in that abandoned building. The newly arrived group occupied a different line. Fear enveloped all of them, let alone seeing Norman and Jony drip a long-barreled weapon and ready to aim.
"You want to go forward by yourself? Or the hot one that picked you up?"
Silent, no one spoke even a little. In their minds they wondered, who 'you' did Daniel mean? If it's an innocent man. The other with the traitor.
"Did he know I was the one who leaked the information? No, it's impossible. He must have just been grinding for me to deliver my own life without him bothering," he thought.
"Will not advance. Norman, Jony, "Daniel gave both of them permission to shoot.
Dor's! Dor's!
Two gunshots echoed in the abandoned building. Tima hot has invited two of them to the afterlife. All of them grimaced as two of their friends fell to the floor, dead with blood.
"Cannot be. Ba, how could he exactly shoot them? We've been undercover for over a week and still no one knows it. How could he recognize us just once? No. gabe. This, this is too terrible," out of fear, but he realized he was retreating with a trembling body.
Dor's! Dor's!
Two shots landed on each of the man's legs that left him kneeling on the floor. Daniel stood up from his chair and approached the man.
"Say, who sent you?"
"What did the young master say? I don't understand the young master's intent," said the man trying to refute while enduring the pain.
"Eh... Young master, aren't you the wrong person? I'm sorry, he's one of my trusted people. He's been a member of me for years. I can guarantee that he can't be betrayed" said Ronal.
"You doubt my decision?"
"No, don't dare young master," Ronal instantly lowered his head.
"The faithful man you mean is dead, and this one in front of me..." Daniel pulls off the silicone mask of the man in front of him. "...is someone else."
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