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Balikpapan Layer.

JEGLEK!

The door of an underground cell opens. Slowly, two people entered it, while one person brought a plastic chair.

THE TRACK!

The plastic chair was placed in the middle of the cell, then one person sat on it, while one person turned on the cell light from outside.

PRINT!

"Assalamualaikum," said one person who was sitting, it turned out to be Ilham with his face empty and lethargic.

He looked at his brother imprisoned in a room as cold as the north pole, with both hands cut off, his head had been shackled, and dozens of rusty chains were now filling his body.

Ambar did not answer the greeting, but just glanced at his beloved sister, and nodded.

"Why not answer?" ask slowly.

Ambar opened his mouth, and showed it to Inspiration. Inspiration tried to look at Ambar's mouth, and see things he did not want to see.

Rebecca, who could not see, shook her head helplessly, wiping her tears.

"His tongue was cut off, Ham."

"Sad, shit.."

Inspiration rubbed her face, as Rebecca continued to drain her tears outside. He took a deep breath, then exhaled it and said,

"It seems to be my father, Ham."

"Why did you torture his own weapons?"

"He no longer believes in his subordinates. Like from two days ago, he was planning to kill all the allies who helped him rise to the mayor's office five years ago."

"Your father wants to shut down his past? Make what?"

"Ministry."

"Your father's eyeing a position at the ministry?"

"KOMJEN and Papah have made a deal. They will use their deadly weapons again to seize any position in the Ministry."

"lethal weapons. Did they say anything about Mr. Rizky and my brother?"

"According to the voice recording I found in the papah's study, they were originally just trying to use your brother and one of his friends, but who would have thought the Joker would suddenly come."

"The Joker? You mean Mr Rizky?"

"I've been looking for any information. All I've found so far is that."

"It seems like Mr. Rizky is someone extraordinary. Your father and KOMJEN are so scared of him."

"As far as I know, Mr. Rizky was one of the most important people who raised my Papah to the position of mayor, his name continues to be on important Papahku documents."

JEREK!

The two of them were silent for a moment, until finally Ambar's two hands appeared and began to remove the attachment from his head suddenly.

BRACKET!

"So-Sister!" panicked Ilham said while helping his brother break away from all the confinement and the chain bond.

Ambar's long hair still slightly covered his face, and it appeared Ambar paraded his hair and let his breath blow warm steam in his icy holding cell.

Ambar opened his mouth, and found his tongue had regenerated.

"Since when did you break away?"

"Then you arrive. Good job."

"So why are you suddenly siding with Mr Rizky? I guess brother-"

"So, brother is broken. State weapons are no longer a profession. Now brother is just an inmate who has escaped from his cell, "Abar replied casually while tidying up his hair and clothes.

"Sister, sorry for all this time Ilham closed his eyes. Inspiration doesn't want to believe that brother is a biological weapon."

"No need to apologize. Honestly, my brother doesn't want to believe it either. But what can I do. Dad threw me to that school. So don't ask again."

"Sister has also been separated from the position of fiance Hendy Anas. I don't know what we can do in the future" said Ilham worried.

"What. I'm actually happy. In the past, I only acted like a puppet because I expected people who could not be expected. Trusting that old-fashioned guy is just an idiot's behavior."

"........"

"Thank God, brother."

Pluck up!

Ambar and Ilham embraced, and Rebecca immediately turned off the prison cell light, asking the two of them to leave the cell immediately.

"Come, we gotta get out of here."

"Come on."

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BRACKET!

KOMJEN and his subordinate, Si Adamar, are now in the lobby of the mayor's office. While walking, they tidied up their clothes, and Adamar showed his way to his superior politely.

"That's right here."

"Oh yes, haha. Let's." Let's."

Jeglex!

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Sakir," KOMJEN greeting entered the mayor's room while Adamar held back his entrance.

"Waalaikumsalaam please come in sir," replied Pak Sakir Iswandono, the mayor of Balikpapan with a friendly, welcoming bestie.

"Adamar, wait outside. I want to talk four eyes."

Adamar immediately went out and guarded the door, while the KOMJEN began to sit in front of the mayor with a suspicious smile of his.

"What's up, sir? Why did it suddenly come?"

"Well, is it just? There's this stuff for sure. Yeah anyway?"

"Yahaha!"

"Haha!"

After they laughed for a moment, the KOMJEN also without further ado began to wonder.

"I came here to confirm something about Garuda Merah's experimental project five years ago."

"Oh? Fad Seasta 22 huh?"

"His father destroyed all his weapons?"

"Yet. There are some children I still let free."

"Why?"

"I still need to return the favor to them."

"Ofuck! Why else return the favor! It's been five years still thinking back! What the hell, sir? What are our plans going forward?"

"Well, you know what, huh? Why have I been here all this time? It's because of them."

"Heah. This father has started to break down as well or what?! Why not in-"

"See what you said, sir. Who got you into this position?" the mayor said coldly, while working on all the important documents of the city today.

"!!!!!!!"

The KOMJEN was silent. Hearing the babbling of his friend in his crime again raved about himself after a long time.

"You can only sulk, whine, nag, belittle. There are times when you understand that they do not bis-ah. Not can't, but CAN'T be touched."

"Can't you? How is that, sir?"

"No, especially if the child exists."

"Ah, whose name is Rizky Rizky? The kid who volunteered to register as an experimenter?"

"Well, that knows. You also accept him with pleasure. It's not polite if you play munsnah-kannakannya aja."

"It has been a long time, sir? We are also fighting against the communists. Have we done the right thing, sir? Yeah so their function is to make this especially?"

"Ck-ck-ck, indeed the father of our KOMJEN this one sudsh blind to humanity yes."

"Who? Mr Mayor? Are they all human?"

"Are they human beings, sir? Until we break them all? Is your guilt gone?"

"....... Haihi."

"Just do it according to plan. Until I am ready, you can fill a position in any ministry. Keep collecting money and people. Whose bribe is necessary and trustworthy."

"Good, sir."

"Oh yes and.."

"Yes, sir?"

"On Mr. Aning. That's how he is now, huh? Can his son hold his position? I need him to fill my position as soon as possible."

"Sir Aning? Take the position of father? Make what?"

"Well? If not, who else is it trying? Ye? You already want to fill a position in the Ministry where my position also wants to be dirauk. You fucker too."

"It's not that, sir. I would like to offer Adamar to sit in the father position. Let me make good money in this city at will. Monitoring the flow of government funds and funds from SOEs is also easy through Adamar."

Hearing the KOMJEN had dared to do as he pleased, the mayor seemed a little annoyed with his words.

Can't be denied back. The situation in the city is no longer a challenge and the public scorn is critical and the community, the state of the city has indeed become a fart wind that smells can not be avoided politicians.

Suspicion is reasonableness, caution is just behavior, profit is the main key.

Draw several sources of money, from mines, communities, public places, official facilities and companies, a politician can always find his way to reap profits.

Want any amount. Neither the number of percentages that are minimized, nor the number below ten divided by five, the figure if examined is able to give a politician two Ferrari cars, if not housing, is minimal.

Moreover, this is Balikpapan coy.

Productive cities, then oil. Everywhere there is a source of money, willing in the market and in companies, even schools.

The source of corruption is certainly widespread. Many money holes can be dredged deeper.

The KOMJEN must know better than us. Moreover, he always knows which source of money is prioritized, which is avoided first.

People suspicious? He's sneered? Is that all?

He has an apparatus? He has city security? Why should it tremble?

The scorn of society was just a fart in his ear. Because it's no longer something to be afraid of. All of the illicit money holes he found were not random money holes.

The business was always expanded coy. There's always a rat way for a rat who's always greedy. Maybe your payday money that did UMK, was cut by two percent because the tax, uh it turns out two percent was bought a luxury villa. Just can pull over, coy.

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I how are you?

To be honest, here again I am blinded feeling.

As a state weapon, I used to be always adored by corruptors who adhered to the communist political system, and thank God until here I can exterminate all.

What if the non-communist how bang?

Yeah, it's none of my business anymore. As a former weapon that was not worn I can only smile sweetly in the arsenal.

Being ordered is not good. Especially if your boss eats your salary raw. And keep in mind, my salary used to hold it was pretty good. Maybe I can buy Balcony cash.

That was my view as a weapon. But as a society? How's Ki?

In fact, I am not the type of Rizky Billar KDRT. But if the type of Rizky KDPN (Violence in State Politics) maybe I can think.

Politician, I need a candidate for illegal money that is still lawful to have you guys for school fees adek me, uh all for my wedding fund later. Your money I put a little ndak papa ya.

Before, I had to hunt the victim first. Whose money would you like to poke?