The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 56: RETREAT FROM THE MISSION
Tristan did not dare to interrupt, even though he was very curious. Especially since the girl had brought up a different attitude. Tristan is more careful.
Before long, Cheryl stiffened when she heard a heavy noise from her phone. He brought the flat object closer to the ear with a thump that began to shake all over his body.
"Ruby! Where are you?" exclaim Cheryl hysterical. His heart was about to jump from his chest.
"A little while, Miss. The gate is always open when there is a container truck delivery goods. I've walked next to him and prepared to sneak in before being caught by the guards" Poltak said.
"the hunt! There's no time, Pol!" cheryl almost cried after being able to catch a conversation from the chips on Jourrel's back.
His body to the point of trembling, a sweat feather also poked on his forehead. Many times the girl brushed her still-bound hair back. Both of his legs moved because he was not calm.
"Yes, Miss!"
As planned, Poltak ran his car from the side of the container that was about to enter the company area. The tall and long gate opened very slowly. Until it made it through the gate, before some guards realized it and was busy with the container driver.
Using only the feeling, Poltak looking for a strategic parking location. Tanpe locked him up, he got out of the car.
A security guard approached him. Poltak circulated the view, combing the CCTV that highlighted it. He immediately turned to the back of the car and pretended to open the trunk.
"Good afternoon, how can I help you?" ask the security guard.
Poltak kept quiet, pretending to be busy looking for something. Out of curiosity, the security guard ducked down to make sure. But unexpectedly, Poltak actually hit the nape of the security guard with full force. Even now unconscious.
Poltak immediately stripped the uniform, and put it on. He also threw the security guard into the bushes in the corner of the company.
His steps were firm, without any sound, Poltak walked while lowering the tip of his hat. He immediately breezed into the president's room. Which, there's a clue in the elevator.
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On the other hand, Jourrel was already standing before Reno. Behind his back, there were two sturdy men who were now on alert if Reno issued an order.
"Hmmm ... Mr. J!" greet Reno who sat on her big chair while staring at the sand that was in the crystal glass. The white sand fell down little by little, falling on the closed glass below.
"You see this sand is running out. That means, your chance is up too. Then, why until now had I not heard anything from that girl at all! Have you done your job properly? Or ... You are ready to die for breaking the agreement" Reno said coldly.
He tapped on the sand glass in front of him, then turned to Jourrel who was still staring at him strongly.
Jourrel moved forward, removing the agreement file from behind the t-shirt he was wearing. Directing right in front of Reno. "This?" Jourrel said and tore the paper into small pieces.
He also reached into the pocket of his pants, handing over a check he had received. Pushing it right in front of the stunned Reno saw it.
"What do you mean Mr. J?" shouted Reno standing up.
Even now two people behind Jourrel are pointing a gun at his body. Jourrel was not at all daunted. It stands as before. "Mr Reno, I've decided to withdraw from this mission. The check is still intact, only I've touched it and kept it. I can't do it" Jourrel replied in a stern voice.
That statement certainly made Reno inflamed. Reno's stocky body completely stiffened and exuded anger.
"Basic loser! To kill one woman is not to be confused. Just a Cheryl Anastasia, a woman and you can't. Ahaha! Absolutely loser! And you don't want to live anymore?! Clean him!" reno shouted ordering his two men to pull their trigger.
In the letter of agreement said, if Jourrel fails or retreats in his mission, then he must be prepared to lose his life. Because Reno doesn't want anyone to divulge her secret. He wouldn't risk letting go of the hit man just like that. The only way is to eliminate it.
"They!" the cry of two firearms ready to hurl hot lead.
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"Jourrel?!" cheryl shouts holding her breath. "Ruby! Where are you? Poltak answer me? Where are you, huh? Poltak!?" cheryl cried and panicked.
Tristan just understood that from now on, Cheryl was so worried about the condition of Jourrel. His heart was like an electric shock. Cheryl's face was pale and very irritated.
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