The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Sudden Attack

"I've been living alone for a few weeks. That rancid bastard has kept my twenty-one-year-old wife and daughter. I don't know where he's taking them," Timothy begins the story with a sad face. An angry, angry, and also sad voice mixed into one in his heart.

"Who did all that? Thomas Bolton?" Coco looked curious.

"Yes" Timothy nodded. "At first, it was all because of John, my brother. I don't know what the problem is between the two of them. I also don't understand why the criminal should be concerned about putting myself and my family in terms of their organization" the blond-haired man said, looking disappointed.

"So, Thomas Bolton is part of the Hand of Satan?" coco's investigation is getting curious.

"It seems so. To my knowledge, Thomas Bolton was a hunter who later switched professions to become a hitman. He used to be hired by certain people. His skill and courage became a very profitable capital for the man in living his new profession, especially because the pay he gets is many times more than just by selling animals hunted that are not much," said Timothy.

"How do you know that in such detail?" Coco squinted both of her eyes. There was a sense of disbelief in the Italian man's brown eyes.

“John told me everything. That kid, since childhood, has been a pain. He's in trouble with Thomas's organization, but I'm the one affected,” complains Timothy again shows his frustration.

“What is the problem between John and Thomas?” cecar Coco grew interested in the middle-aged man's story.

Timothy took a deep breath before replying. He also seemed to think for a while. “Since adolescence, John has shown a bad attitude in his association. He often deals with some small gangs and also has me delinquent friends. My parents raised their hands in the face of it. They kicked John out of the house. I was also actually lazy to have to deal with that kid and try to keep dodging. However, the peak was a week ago when he suddenly ambushed me after work. He begged me to help him,” Timothy said.

“Help in what way?” Coco grew serious about hearing Timothy's explanation.

“He asked that I be willing to give up my identity to Thomas Bolton as the price he had to pay. The reason, because John betrayed Thomas but I don't know what, because I don't really understand,” Timothy explained again. “However, of course I rejected that ridiculous thing and immediately expelled John. The next day, my wife and son disappeared. I found out later that Thomas was the one who brought them. He came to the house and threatened. Thomas says if I don't comply with his wishes, then the bastard will kill my little family,”.

“Until now, it is still not understood what he is for that he should ask for my identity. In the meantime Mr. Matias Vargas has hired me to work on his project. Thomas was hiding and disguised as me,” Timothy continued.

“Does that mean Don Vargas didn't know that Thomas was posing as you?” sela Coco moves to Timothy.

“It seems so,” said the middle-aged man was short.

“How could that happen? Did Don Vargas never see your picture? It doesn't make sense if until he doesn't know,” refutes Coco with a half-in disbelief look.

“The reason may be that I represent the company, so Mr. Vargas doesn't pay much attention to that. He hired the services of an architecture firm and I got elected. Mr. Vargas just looked at my company profile, but didn't see my profile. I think so,” Timothy explained.

Coco was about to ask again when the phone she had kept in her pocket, rang. The screen shows a flickering radar application. He immediately opened his app and saw a red dot moving around before disappearing. “Damn it!” Coco stood up immediately to see that.

“What's up?” Timothy Dixon looked astonished.

“It looks like Thomas knows if Adriano has a tracking device on his body,” muttered Coco as he stepped out of the place.

“Be careful! The man named Thomas is very dangerous,” Timothy's message when Coco was already at the door.

Feeling unable to work alone, Coco then contacts detective Ranieri. It didn't take long for the man to answer his call. “I want you to send help immediately. Right now, too,” the call is serious.

“*Say where is your location*?” ask detective Ranieri.

Without turning off the call, Coco sends her current location via the messaging app. “Bukalah. I'm there right now,”.

“Wait a minute,” detective Ranieri said again.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, until the heavy voice of the man came back. “My friends will be heading to that location soon. Get ready if there is a black van that stops in front of the apartment,” he explained.

“Alright,” Coco ends the call, then waits for a few minutes. Half an hour later, a car with similar characteristics as already mentioned by detective Ranieri, had arrived and stopped in front of the entrance. Coco immediately ran over and knocked on the side door of the wheel. The window opened slowly, so that he could clearly see some of the people who were in the car.

They all wear uniforms complete with bulletproof vests and guns. The men also wore protective helmets, as well as carried long-barreled rifles. “What floor?” ask one of the people in the car to Coco.

“Tak seen from here, can be on any floor,” Coco pointed at the radar screen, then again looked seriously at the man who asked.

Those in the car looked at each other. “I'll ask the keeper of this place,” without waiting for an answer, the curly-haired man immediately entered and asked a woman who was sitting quietly while watching television at a table not far from the entrance. “Thomas Bolton is in what room number?” ask without further ado.

The woman scrunched her forehead as she turned to Coco. He looked at the notes and started checking. “Nobody named Thomas Bolton here,” he replied with fingers still clutching the television remote.

Coco twisted her brain for a moment. He then mentioned another name, “How about Timothy Dixon?”

The woman went back to check her notes and turned to Coco. “Floor two number thirteen," he replied without making small talk at all.

Coco immediately turned to the van parked outside the building. He mentioned the number of the room that Thomas was in. Immediately, some of the people inside rushed out of the vehicle. While cocking the weapons, they stepped gallantly up the stairs. While the innkeeper woman continued to pay attention until the men disappeared behind the sealing wall.

Arriving at the intended floor, they acted increasingly alert. While sneaking around, they walked up from the direction of the stairs stopped in front of the door numbered thirteen. “You're in the back,” one of the men in uniform told Coco.

However, he did not want to obey the stranger's orders, Coco instead stood beside the door while taking out her weapon. “You just broke down,” he said.

The man nodded, then gave a voiceless cue to his friends. When one of the men's hands beckoned, Coco fired her weapon at the doorknob. After that, the man kicked the door. But they did not enter immediately. Especially because at that time their arrival was already known. Coco and the others received a hot reception in the form of shots from inside the room.

The men took cover behind a wall beside the entrance, before one of them returned fire. "Redirect attention! Protect us both!" intruction of one of the others who seems to be the chairman of the team. The other members understood with the order, they continued to return fire while Coco and one of the team members stepped in while sneaking around.

Unexpectedly, a shot went straight towards Coco and the other man. Lucky for both of them to avoid. The two immediately took cover behind the sofa. In the end, they were able to tell that the shooter was coming from the direction of a room.