The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Something from The Past

After getting a call from Adriano, Coco immediately performs the task that the man has entrusted to her. Eagerly, he walked towards the secret room located in the hallway between the plantation and the Casa de Luca building. However, the steps of the curly-haired man had stopped, when Dante and Serafino called his name. “Is there a Signor Ricci problem?” ask Serafino.

“Nothing. I'm just gonna investigate something. Please keep an eye on the plantation for me,” pinta Coco with a friendly smile.

“Ah, do I need to get my dogs out of the trailer?” dante Sahut.

“No need, Dante,” Coco was blown away at the attitude of the young man before her. “Later your children will scare the workers,” he said as he patted Dante on the shoulder. “I won't be long. If there is something you do not understand, just call my number,” Coco waved her hand, then passed leaving the two young men who immediately returned a wave of her hand.

A few minutes later, Coco had entered a secret room that was the center of all software and computer networks belonging to the de Luca organization. He shifted one of the chairs and sat facing a laptop. The fingers are agile to turn on and then type something on the keyboard. When he was connected to a search engine on the internet, Coco began reaching into the phone and opened the voice recording application.

“Ciao, Adriano. Right now I'm following your orders, which is to find Don Vargas' background. First of all, I will look up the company profile and ownership status at some of the major casinos in the American continent,” Coco said, closing her mouth to her phone so that the voice recording can be heard clearly.

“Good. The company profile is open. Jewel Steel, Inc. A company engaged in the production of various types of weapons that are sold legally in America. Wow, also his gross income. Jesus, Don Vargas turned out to be that rich, Amico!” continued Coco enthusiastically. While his eyes were on the computer screen.

The more he found out about the figure of Adriano's colleague, the more he felt curious. Especially when Coco managed to hack the simple personal data in the form of the name and address of Don Vargas who is domiciled in Las Vegas. “I'll find the coordinates of his house, Amico,” reports Coco again.

After entering Don Vargas' address on the search map, Coco connected the laptop she operated to a large monitor screen. From the large monitor, Coco can clearly see the satellite map of Don Vargas' home address. He then zoomed in on the map until it became clearer. The front page of the man's house. There, Coco sees a Ferrari in black parked in the yard. Coco then enlarged it again so that it was clearly visible the number of the vehicle. Immediately, he recorded it in a small book.

After that, Coco shut down the search engine. He opened his own secret internet portal. The portal was specifically Coco used to hack someone's data or other important information. The brown-eyed man again typed the vehicle number he had written in his pocket book. Before long, all the information he needed appeared. The vehicle's number belongs to a man named Matias Vargas de La Cruz.

Coco brought her phone closer and reactivated the recording device. “Amico, looks like I managed to find Don Vargas' real name. If I have found his real name, then the next step will be easier,” Coco smiled sumringah. His fingers look deft typing Don Vargas' real name on his personal portal.

Coco's smile grew wider, as she managed to open up all the background of the man. “Don Vargas was born in Guadalajara, Mexico. His parents were Maria de La Cruz and Victor Vargas. They became refugees through legal and legal means of becoming American citizens in 1971. Both of his parents worked as factory workers. They are hard-earned to send their children to school, until they managed to enter and undergo military education to become officers,” Coco said through a voice recorder.

“Don Vargas' military career is brilliant. He was sent to Iraq and Afghanistan as a special forces officer in the U. S. Army. He became a sniper there, accompanying a best sniper among the American military. Day .…” Coco paused her sentence, as she read something that really stunned her.

“Amico,” said Coco with a vibrating tone of voice. “Don Vargas is close friends with his sniper partner. They are even as familiar as brothers. His friend was killed on the battlefield in 1995. Don Vargas's dead colleague was named Sebastian Naldo Quinteiro and had a nickname among the soldiers as .... as ‘Elang Rimba’,” he continued. Coco was silent for a moment. He tries to refocus.

“Is the Jungle Eagle once referred to by Marcus Bolt is ...” Coco paused her words for a moment, then hurriedly typed something. He grabbed his phone and recorded the sound again.

“Amico! Wild Eagle friend Don Vargas never dabbled in the world of crime. Records clean. He died a hero and left a wife named Mattea Juanita Herrera, but I couldn't find any records at all about the child. Looks like Sebastian Naldo aka Eagle Rimba has no children. Somehow access is restricted using a layered security system,” he explained. “Is it because he is a hero?” Coco seemed to be asking herself.

For a moment, the curly-haired man pensively while playing a cell phone. Shortly thereafter, Coco immediately sent all of her voice messages to Adriano. Nervous, he waited for Adriano to open the message he had sent. However, until a few minutes passed in fact there was no sign of Adriano reading all the messages.

Feeling impatient, Coco tries to contact the chairman Tigre Nero. However, before his intention was realized, a call from Francesca first entered and managed to surprise him. “Pronto, My dear. What was? Can I call you back later?” her door.

“You rejected me, Ricci? Not usually. Are you getting tired of me because I rejected your proposal again yesterday? Are you still mad?” francesca without stopping.

“Don't be silly, Francy. I can never be angry with you and I will never be bored. Now hang up the phone. Later I will call you again,” persuade Coco with a very soft intonation.

“If I refuse what do you want?” the girl remained adamant and seemed to challenge Coco to play around.

“Why are you so selfish, honey? I always obey everything you want. Whatever you want I always try to give you, even when you don't want to bond with me. Giovanni Francesco Ricci never forced you. But look at me now. I'm still standing here, Francy. I don't know when,” Coco complained.

“I can catch the tone of objection from your sentence, Ricci. I can feel that,” Francesca replied.

“Lantas why if I object? Is it wrong if I want to marry you soon, Francy?” sahut Coco with a slightly firm tone.

At first, Francesca did not answer. He just took a deep breath. “We've often discussed this, Ricci. Don't you understand that yet?" said the hazel-eyed girl was spoiled.

Hearing the spoiled tone of the lover, Coco could only let out a slow breath. “During this, I've always tried to understand you, baby. However, you who never tried to understand me,” without waiting for an answer from her lover, Coco ended their conversation just like that. He hung up the phone from Francesca, then tried to contact Adriano again. Coco doesn't know that Adriano is at a party.