The Plan Of Masked Man
Chapter 3: Not a Target

At a Night Club *Laila Club" it's called. Someone was enjoying playing his finger in a glass filled with champagne half a small glass. His eyes were fixed on a middle-aged man who was commanding roughly a bartender, in a condition that was still conscious even that person was being rude to a servant and that made the person still watching him even more fed up.

Assholes!ngan fucking.~ inner someone.

After a few hours, the middle-aged man walked out of the Club and into the parking lot below. Without realizing that someone is following him and is ready to do the action. The person who was watching him had secretly entered the middle-aged man's car without the knowledge of the car owner, in a state that was not so aware still carrying his own car. On the way the car passed through a very quiet village road and while passing through the rice fields, from the back seat appeared someone and put his gun.

"Stop here!" the man's orders put his gun in the middle-aged man's head.

"nurture@arat. Who're You?" exclaimed the middle-aged man.

"Be quiet Old Man!" answer the man by further pressing the tip of his gun.

Seeing his position cornered. Finally the middle-aged man stopped his car in the rice field, the man invited the man to go down and change positions. Now it was that person who drove and brought the middle-aged man who had fainted from the beating behind the head to a fairly old workshop. With a more stocky body of course the person easily carried the middle-aged man inside the workshop. The middle-aged man was now tied with his hands on a pole and left like he was hanging himself. While that person was preparing some equipment to do the action.

The workshop equipment had been prepared for the action, but already half an hour the middle-aged man was not self-conscious and while waiting finally the man started to sharpen the knife that was always with him. The sound of friction was deliberately given more emphasis, producing a sound that screamed like iron rubbing.

What is that sound. Horrified.~batin middle-aged man who began to wake up.

After a few minutes, his eyes opened slowly. Dizziness in his head also became an additional feeling and now his gaze was immediately fixed on someone who wore a hood sitting sideways and busy sharpening shiny sharp objects. Making the middle-aged man goosebumps seeing the sharpness of the knife in the hand of that person.

"What do you want to do kep@rat!" hardik the middle-aged man.

"It's waking up apparently. Guest Not Invited." said the man casually and still sharpen his knife.

"If you want money, just say it! Why do this." exclaimed the middle-aged man.

"Shut up!" snapped at the man who was now throwing down his chair and stood facing the middle-aged man with a knife in his hand.

"Your money is useless to me!" the man replied getting closer to the middle-aged man.

"What do you want? Justsaytheword. I'll give you!" exclaim the middle-aged man.

"Done negotiating!" the man replied and directly injured the victim's hand which was tied up.

"Auwf.. Goddamnit! You want to kill me? Huh!" the man's lash felt pain from the first scratch, which instantly drained blood in his hand and dripped down his head hair.

"Your hands are too dirty! There is no mercy for people who do not respect their fellow human beings." explained the person simply.

The man did his act without caring for the middle-aged man's scream and gave several incision wounds to the middle-aged man's body without leaving a trace, and before ending the action the man only asked one question.

"Say your last message?" ask the guy.

"Please convey my apology to my wife" replied the middle-aged man who was helpless, resisting even in vain, feeling this time was over made him realize that his attitude to his wife all along was his biggest mistake.

"Okay." replied the man and ended the action by thrusting his knife into the middle-aged man's heart and instantly the middle-aged man died.

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In the morning blind the sound of fire engine sirens had passed to an old workshop, which was reported to have occurred at 3 am and the surrounding residents had started watering. But because the workshop was wide enough that the fire was difficult to extinguish and the fire grew. Firefighters who arrived at the location immediately began their duties, even journalists have started covering the incident and television has broadcast live news from TKP.

"As Your Wish. Your gifts are at home." murmured someone, after putting a letter and flowers in front of a mansion.