THE HEIR
THE SNIPERS
A man with a violent face had just risen from the bed with a naked body. In the bed were three women who were also naked. The three fell asleep after satisfying the man who paid for it.
After cleaning himself. The man took out two mounds of money worth ten dollars a piece. For eight hours of satisfaction. The man with a height of 178cm and a weight of 77kg was out of the presidential suite room. The eight bodyguards waiting for him immediately bowed respectfully.
"Mr ... Jono and his friends were thrown into the open sea" one of his bodyguards reported.
"Oh yeah?" asked the man walking so boldly.
They took the elevator. It was still too early for him. But he was very bored and chose to leave the luxury hotel.
"It's been paid sir!" said a handsome-looking man.
Rodrigo Andriano, thirty-eight years old. The Italian national is incredibly handsome. A mobster nicknamed The Sniper, dubbed it because it was right on target.
"Say who threw them away?" ask when entering his luxury car.
"BlackAngel!' replied bodyguard.
Rodrigo was silent, he did not know what the name was called. A mafia legend who came back to life after the destruction of sector D.
"Ehem," he cleared his throat to cover his hands and chest that were pounding suddenly.
"Did they know about our involvement with the seven fools?" his tanyanya suppressed the anxiety that was coming out of him.
"It doesn't seem like Master," replied the bodyguard.
"Find out!" her word.
"Okay Sir!" the head of the guard.
"I heard BlackAngel has offspring nicknamed DeathAngel and also ShadowAngel?" ask Rodrigo.
"Right sir," replied the man's secretary.
"I rarely see them. Find out and work together!" he again gave orders.
"Eum .. We have trouble for that, sir," replied Norman Angelo, the secretary.
"Why?"
"Their whereabouts no one knows, unlike their father Lord BlackAngel!" answer Norman.
Rodrigo is silent, he again does not know when there is betrayal in the organization owned by BlackAngel. All were finished off at the altar of the mafia. Moreover, the Bengal Tigers joined the group after their chairman resigned.
"They're very strong," he murmured in admiration.
"Sir, we have to go to Jakarta for business with Triatmodjo company!" report Norman remembered.
"Ck .. You've always been so Nor!" decak upset the green sliced man.
Norman just looked down as an apology. Now they are in a private airport owned by a famous businessman. Although Rodrigo is a reliable businessman, but his wealth has not been able to buy a private jet.
"Master, welcome to DY Airways. Here we provide air internet. You can use the internet for ten minutes at most at 1700 feet!" obviously the flight attendant after giving the rescue instructions.
"Well ... Can that be?" tanyanya.
"certainly Mr. You already had this service two years ago!" the flight attendant replied with a friendly smile.
Rodrigo tried it when he was at the designated height. The man can make an internet phone connection on the figure of a woman with a beautiful face there.
"Take care of yourself" said the woman affectionately.
"I will Mom," he answered and gave a distant kiss to the mother.
Ten minutes was enough time for her just to let her know. He is very comfortable with the service on this luxury plane. Every now and then she glanced at the beautiful flight attendant who offered her fruit juice. There was no wine because the flight did not provide any alcoholic beverages.
The man had just encountered a plane containing cabin crew who were dressed very formally and did not invite desire.
"Ck ... shit!" his curse in the heart because of his seductive glance was ignored by the beautiful flight attendant.
It took eight hours of air travel. Indeed, jet aircraft are able to travel faster distances.
Arrive at a private airport. He was picked up by one of the guests assigned by the Triatmodjo company. Because it's night. The four men were escorted to a luxury hotel.
"Can I order a woman?" tanyakanya.
"Sorry Mister. We don't provide that here. It's a classy hotel, so what we're presenting is certainly classy!" said the receptionist who was again very beautiful but so firm and looks fierce.
Rodrigo sneered at the receptionist. He thought that by using the aura of good looks the girl would be willing to thrust herself into her bed.
"Sir, here's your room key and three others!" said the receptionist with a flat gaze and forced smile.
"Good god what is this hotel!" slowly swear.
They were eventually picked up by the room boy. The worker also rejected the tips, Rodrigo was very irritated at making.
"Are they all rich!" gerrutu annoyed.
Finally he can sleep soundly on a comfortable soft mattress. The man is getting quality sleep for the first time.
In the morning, the door was knocked from the outside. Norman is ready, so is Rodrigo. The man was carrying two of his personal guards.
They got out of the hotel and boarded a luxury mini van from the Triatmodjo company.
"Mr Herman Adian Triatmodjo is a famous legendary businessman, Sir," Norman reported enthusiastically.
Rodrigo clucked, the man underestimated the Asian nation which he thought was very boring. Although soon he was amazed by the city that displays towering high buildings. Regular traffic jams on all the capital's highways. But the driver is looking for an alternative way so as not to get stuck in traffic too bad.
They came down after twenty-five minutes of travel. Rodrigo looked at the tall building in front of him. When entering the immediate comfort he felt.
"Welcome Mr. Andriano!" greet Kean who stood waiting for him.
Rodrigo was stunned, he was very sure if the man in front of him was still very young. It looks like a handsome face that is so young. But Kean's blue eyes can pierce anyone who challenges him.
"Welcome. My introduction is Muhammad Kean Black Dougher Young, I am the assistant and chief secretary to Mr Herman Adian Triatmodjo!" said the nineteen-year-old wanted to introduce himself.
Rodrigo welcomed the stalling hand, he frowned slightly in pain as the hand held him firmly.
"Let's come with me ... Father .. eum I mean Mr. Triatmodjo is waiting for you!" invite Kean.
They moved towards a special elevator towards the room where Herman was. Upon entering, Rodrigo lowered his head in fear as did Norman and the other two bodyguards. Only Kean directly stood by the man with those murderous eyes.
"Mr Triatmodjo" Rodrigo's great-grandson was so shrewd.
All the arrogance of the green sliced man flew, even his nickname as a sniper was meaningless in front of the seventy-year-old man.
"Please sit down Sir!" said Herman very cold.
Rodrigo did not dare to hold his head up. Two bodyguards were standing not far from there with three Kean guards. The two bodyguards also chirped at the three guards flanking him.
"Please Mr. Andriano!" said Herman.
Rodrigo and Norman swallow a coarse salivary. They were like facing a ferocious monster figure that would be ready to swallow them raw.
Seriate.
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