Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 199 Arrive In Schwartz Forest
That morning, Detective Carl is awake. In the hotel room, he stood in front of a mirror.
His appearance this morning was very different from usual. He was wearing the disguise attribute he bought yesterday.
The man didn't remember a mustache or a fake bewok, but he wore a black contact lens to cover his hazel irises.
“I don't think I can recognize my face right now.”
A smile rises on Detective Carl's lip as he sees his left arm now covered in tattoos. It is not a permanent tattoo. Only temporary tattoos can be removed.
“Last and I'll leave after this,” muttered Detective Carl.
He then took a small earring and put it on dyed right ear. Just with the addition of those accessories alone his face really looks different now. It's possible that Briptu Scarlet won't recognize him either.
Not only that, he also replaced the circular clock on his right hand with a silver bracelet that increasingly adds a gothic impression on him.
“I think it's perfect.” He did not even wear a tuxedo, but only wore black trousers and a clean white shirt that accentuated the muscles in his body as well as in his arms which made him more and more similar to the executioner, bouncer or something.
Detective Carl then glanced to the right side and looked at the weapon on the table. There are five guns there. The five pistols, the bullets he had changed all.
“I don't know what's going to happen there. And I can't depend on anyone. So I have to be extra ready.” He picked out two pistols and put them in his pocket.
He then took out an extra gun just in case he slipped it under his shirt. Dealing with criminals must have many layered plans so as not to be crushed by their games.
Who knew if they had betrayed and turned around to attack him?
There was a sound of a car horn in front of him. Detective Carl then hurriedly went out of the hotel.
“Hey, are you the Carl I know?” Sheriff Tasman was surprised to see his friend's new appearance.
“Of course it's me. Who else?”
“Quick up. Maybe Alex Zakovic is waiting for you.”
Detective Carl then got into the car immediately and then the car immediately drove to the house of Alex Zakovic.
As Sheriff Tasman had expected, Alex was already waiting for their arrival there.
“Halo Alex.” Sapa Sheriff Tasman, come down for a second.
Detective Carl then gets out of the car and stands next to Sheriff Tasman.
“You were the guy yesterday?!” alex is shocked to see Detective Carl's appearance change drastically. Totally different than before.
“Remember, call him Carl all this time. And this is his new identity.” Sheriff Tasman gave Alex a small note.
The man created Detective Carl's false identity as a transfer prisoner from out of town with the number 2548, a serial killer. Of course it was easy for Sheriff Tasman to do that little thing.
“Alright, I've understood, Sheriff.” Alex then returned the note after he finished reading it.
Detective Carl then gets into Alex's parked car in front of the house.
“See you there,” Sheriff Tasman said. He returned to his car, and immediately filed for the car.
Alex Zakovic drove his car into Sheriff Tasman's car. But they then split up after three meters of road and took a different route despite their goal being the same.
Sheriff Tasman meets a variety of other police agents and waits in a safe place to wait for a code from Detective Carl.
Alex didn't talk much on the way. Because Detective Carl himself is quietly sitting in the car. What to talk to Alex about? There ain't!
Sometimes Alex glances at Detective Carl who seems calm and relaxed. His gaze was locked onto a tattoo on Detective Carl's right neck.
Is that a fake tattoo too? But why does it look so awful? alex's mind when he saw an eagle tattoo there.
“What do you see?” hardik Detective Carl. He doesn't like to be looked at like that.
“No.” Alex immediately turned his gaze back to the front. It turned out that the person sitting next to him was quite a danger according to him.
A little mispronunciation maybe this is until it's gonna shoot him. He chose to focus on driving.
“We've arrived now.”
Alex turns off his car in front of a previously designated forest as the site of a joint manhunt, the Schwartz Forest. There were six other cars parked there.
“You're almost late, Alex,” said a man coming out of the forest as soon as he heard the sound of the car stopping.
The man had a very similar face to Ricard Viedra. He approached Alex who had just got out of the car.