The Devil JOVE's
52. Refusal
Albert stepped into a room with a large man carrying a firearm in his hand. In order to get revenge on Jove, Albert was willing to come to meet a killer known as an invisible killer. Why not the eyes? Because of all the victims he killed, this person left no trace at all. Or suppose that he kills as fast as the wind where not even his footsteps are at all imprinted. It's dangerous, isn't it?
Jove, this time it's over. I may have failed to destroy your business the other day, but after this? Hah, even to breathe you won't have another chance. Just look at what will happen to your haughty life after I meet the Clouds, I guarantee you will not dare to be so arrogant in front of me again. Heh.
Chequelek
“Awan, Mr Albert has arrived!”
A man with an unusually polite appearance seemed to smile kindly as the door of his room opened. Albert who saw the appearance of the man was stunned by it. How not to be surprised. The figure known by many people as an invisible killer is really very far from the nickname. Initially Albert thought this Cloud was someone with a mysterious appearance or even resembled a thug. But what was seen before him was now very far from what he had imagined. Clouds, the invisible killer is wearing a long white shirt with long pants like a schoolboy who is applying for an internship. The haircut itself does not indicate that he is a very dangerous man. Even more pointing at the impression of plain teenagers who have just graduated from high school. Is it natural for Albert to be dumbfounded like a fool?
In-this ... This I didn't see wrong, did I? Why the Cloud. I'm not being played by them ‘kan?
“Halo, Mr. Albert. Nice to meet you,” greet Clouds while smiling little. After that he woke up from his seat and then kicked out one head that was being stepped on by him. While wiping his hand that turned out to be covered in blood, Cloud walked up to the guest who was stunned by shock right in front of the door of his room. “You came all the way through my arrival because there was something urgent? We just go straight. Now I'm receiving a task from someone to look for the main ingredient for poison research in their lab. And if your problem doesn't really matter, what if my men do it? I'm sorry if my decision was a little disrespectful and made you feel unhappy. Even though I'm a killer, I put a lot of culture in line. That is where I prefer people who come first to beg for help from me. You understand, don't you?”
“Awan, like this should I call you?” tanya Albert tried to relax even though she was still very shocked by what she saw. Albert then cleared his throat as the Clouds nodded his head. “Woahhh, it turns out you're a pretty obedient killer on the rules too huh. I salute.”
“Ah, don't praise me too much. I know that what you're thinking isn't the same as what you said just now. Am I right?” awan replied as he patted Albert's shoulder gently. “Turn us directly what your purpose is to come to this simple house. I was busy carving the heads of my men who had betrayed me. And honestly my mood is actually uncomfortable. So hurry up and then leave me alone. I'm not a relaxed person. You got it?”
For a while Albert was struck by the word Cloud. But because Albert was aware of where he was now, he decided to directly tell Awan about his purpose in coming to this house. While reaching for a photo from his pocket, Albert conveyed how much he wanted to see the Clouds eliminate the figure in the picture.
“Who?” ask the clouds casually. He just stared intently at the photo held by Albert without any desire to take it.
“Namely Jove. He is a heroin magnate and also the owner of CL Group,” Albert replied. “Awan, although I know you're not taking orders from anyone else, but I really hope to see you kill him. Just simple the reason. Because of business competition and also less comfortable with his haughty attitude. For his own payment I release you to determine the nominal you want. Whatever!”
“Jove?” Cloud parroting. “Jove Lorenzo his sons Adamar Clarence and Rosalinda Osmond?”
“Wow, amazing.”
The clouds chuckled while clapping before he finally took a photo of Albert's hand. While continuing to look at him, the Clouds walked closer towards the window then gazed coldly towards the front. “Finding trouble with the couple I don't think is a good thing, Albert. Even to this day I am still very curious about the woman named Rosalinda Osmond. Because when viewed from his family genealogy, he came from a family with a pretty terrible background. Not to mention Adamar who is the figure behind a Marcellino Lorenzo. You must know for yourself that they are not a couple that you should not offend?”
“Of course I know that, Cloud. But that doesn't mean I'm going to back off and let Jove sit quietly in her position right now!” albert gritted his teeth. He smelled the stench of rejection in this killer. And Albert does not want his arrival to this place to bear no fruit. “Awan, this time I really need your help. All the efforts I've made to finish Jove have always failed. Although in all those events there was absolutely no interference from Jove's parents, but still my steps could be easily guessed by them. And now, now you're the only one who can avenge me. Please just. Please finish that bastard. Whatever the conditions I will certainly grant as long as Jove disappears from the face of this earth. Really!”
The two corners of Cloud's lips were immediately pulled upwards as soon as he heard the promise made by Albert. While shaking his picture of Jove, Awan turned to face Albert and then pointed his picture to the front of his face. “Should it be for this man that I have to face the couple, Albert? I'm still not satisfied enjoying the world if you want to know. So sorry, I turned down this job offer. Your promise is too bad to listen to someone like me. Go, I'm busy!”
“But I ….
“Bring him away from here!” cloud's orders to his men. After that, Awan sat back down, but still clasped his picture tightly Jove. Ignoring Albert's constant yelling of persuasion, Cloud's gaze darkened as she recalled the unexpected encounter with Mrs Rose, who was none other than the mother of the man in the photo.
“Jove, so you're his son huh? It's only natural for Albert classmates to have trouble touching you. Apparently you're being protected by mysterious people who once thwarted my work. Hmmmm!”
“I don't know who you are. However, the person you want to eliminate is one of my husband's subordinates. So, stay away from this matter because poison is much better than you having to lose your heart!”
More or less that's what Awan heard when he received an order to finish off a traitorous man who turned out to be Adamar's men. Out of curiosity, Cloud finally found out who the horrible woman was. And once it got its information, the Cloud was instantly made to gulp down because of it. In that second, Awan immediately realized that he would never want to deal with anything related to Rose or Adamar. Too dangerous and life threatening. Let alone Jove being their son, it was certain that the Clouds would instantly reject the order from Albert even if the reward was enough to make the Clouds gulp.
“Although Albert's offer is tempting enough, but I must think a thousand times if I want to kill Jove. I might be able to finish him off, but after that it's his life that will float. Killing Jove is suicide. And I'm not ready to die. I still want to live,” murmured Awan while mere*strong photo gold still in his hand. He then threw it away, not wanting to deal with something that ever made the feathers I was sitting on.
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