The Devil JOVE's
121. Short Hunt

"Tonight go home with the two guards. I'm on business outside, can't come pick up at the company. I love you," ....

Perhaps this was the fiftyth time Casandra had read a message from Jove. He was not upset, but rather felt strange just reading the sentence. At the end of the message Casandra was indeed made to smile on her own because Jove pinned an expression of love for her. But after a better look, contained a dangerous mission in it. Casandra thought that the reason Jove couldn't pick her up was because the man was doing something outside the house. And it must have smelled of cruelty and blood. Iyuhh.

"This time around who has offended my future husband? How brave of this guy. Does he still not understand also that Jove is a demon incarnation that can kill without feeling pity at all? Wonderful," muttered Casandra while playing the phone. Out of curiosity, he decided to ask the guard sitting in the front seat. "Do you know where Jove and Franklin are going?"

"We know, Miss," said the guard sitting next to the steering chair.

"May I go there?" Casandra tried to persuade. He asked while putting on a slightly eco-friendly face, neither squeaky nor fierce as usual.

"If you don't mind losing one leg, then we'll gladly take you to the place where Mr. Jove and Franklin are!"

"Suck!"

Instead of being welcomed with his wishes, Casandra instead had to hear the word thicken from the mouth of this guard. Never mind, it seems like all the guards are only destined to obey a Jove. Not wanting her frustration to increase, Casandra decided to close her eyes while waiting for the car to arrive at the mansion. He was tired, so a short break should be able to restore some of his strength.

Silent. There was only the sound of cars on the streets. Casandra who was quite exhausted after a day of work in a short time was asleep in the dream world. The guard who saw this also seemed indifferent. One of them then pressed the button under the steering wheel and a thin mirror appeared that immediately protected all the car glass. After that they slowed down the speed of the car, not wanting to disturb the rest of the fierce woman sitting in the back.

"Find a rather quiet street. That way it won't attract anyone else's attention!"

"All right."

Actually since the car came out of the parking lot of the L Group, there are spies lurking from inside the white sedan car. But because they did not want to make the woman who owns this rare blood feel panicked, the two guards calmly let her. And unbeknownst to Miss Casandra, they actually sprayed the drug liquid to keep her quiet and not noisy. Also to shorten the time because the spy was moving closer and closer. It was fortunate that the dope worked so well that the two guards could do their duty without having to think about the frightened Miss Casandra.

"You or me out?" ask one of the guards after stopping the car. Then he looked back. "Mr Jove can annihilate us both if you leave Miss Casandra alone in the car."

"You stay here with him. That guy let me clean up!" replied the guard while removing the seatbelt. "So, kill it or take it home to the mansion?"

"Just extract his head and send their bodies to the lab. Miss Pamela must be very happy to receive it."

"All right."

With a very unusually flat gaze the guard finally came out. Shortly after that appeared two cars that were the scouts. Perhaps if the guard were a normal human, his body would definitely tremble violently looking at the people who appeared carrying complete weapons in their hands. But since this guard could not be killed with any weapons, he relaxed as he approached them.

Door door doorrr

"Damn! If this is the story, we'll die silly. Arghhh, what should we do now!" shouted one of the spy hordes. Slowly they began to walk backwards as their friend's head was severely chopped off by the guard. "can't. We must retreat without succeeding in taking Miss Casandra. Lord Cloud must know that the person we are dealing with cannot die by a weapon. Let's get out of here!"

That's a coward. Not even the guard's hand was hot, but the spy had already run away and left. As a result he only got two heads as souvenirs for this short hunt. While holding his head in his right and left hands, the guard gave a code for his friend to open the trunk of the car. He put the two heads in the sack then sprayed something in there to remove the smell of the carnation that was quite pungent. Otherwise, it can be confirmed that their eardrums will rupture once Miss Casandra wakes up. You guys must know for sure what that woman's noise is. Hmmmm.

"Hello, Miss Pamela. There's new stuff here. Their physique is very strong, so you can sell their organs at a high price. But as for the head, we took it to hand over to Mr. Jove. Awan's men just attacked!" report the guard through a small device attached under his thumb. A kind of eavesdropping device and also a small camera that connects with Grisi's laboratory.

"I really like this. All right, thanks for your delivery. Later please tell Jove not to disturb my lover. This problem is just a signal that he's missing me. Okay?" sahut Pamela with her joy.

"Good, Miss."

Call switched off. Afterwards the guard rushed into the car after cleaning up the blood on his hands. Don't you guys get confused. In all the cars owned by Mr. Jove, everything has been fulfilled with a very complete need. Let alone the cleaning fluid of blood, homemade bombs are also present. So do not always question where they found these tools. Jove Lorenzo is a mafia. It was impossible for him to have such a mediocre vehicle.

"Did the gunshot interrupt Miss Casandra's rest?"

"Little." The two guards exchanged lyrics. "But after that Miss Casandra went back to sleep. I think this dope needs to be developed again. It's not funny that the person we're drugging can suddenly become self-conscious just from hearing a noise!"

"We'll pass the matter to Miss Pamela after arriving home later. Now we need to get out of here. I'm afraid there are other spies who want to take advantage of the situation!"

"alright. Oya, by the way who sent them to chase after Miss Casandra?"

"German."

"Isn't he in charge of hunting down Mr. Jove?"

"Maybe the killer was upset after what Miss Pamela did to him. So deliberately provokes by chasing after Miss Casandra."

"Basic fool!"

"That's how they are!"

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