The Plan Of Masked Man
Have a cup of coffee

A male doctor approached one of the police officers. "The patient, who was in the charge of Commander Sekkar, made it through the critical period."

"Thank you doc. I will tell the commander. Please keep a close eye on the patient and we will provide strict security to the Dirgantara hospital." said a police officer who has a thin adult face.

The doctor nodded and returned to the task. The police are still on guard and hope that commander Sekkar quickly completes the operation to remove the bullets that turned out to be lodged in a very vulnerable place.

"How do I get in if security's that tight?" muttered someone.

"You go and keep the patient safe, and the rest of you stay here" said the police officer who spoke to the doctor.

The nearly 30-strong police force split into two, unaware that a man was watching their every move.

Five hours have passed....

The police were exhausted and lost focus. The arrival of a male nurse with a hot pot of milk coffee and plastic cups, made the eyes tired of the police sparkling. "Please drink it still hot."

"That's very good."

"This wisdom."

"Who told you to?" ask one police officer who is suspicious of the man's sister.

With a sweet smile and plain poise, the male nurse poured milk coffee into a plastic cup. To the police officer who suspected him. "I was just asked by Dr. Affan. He feels responsible for last night's incident."

"Come bro. This is a fitting measure. Try to let the spirit again." said another police member.

One sruput is gulped and really delicious. "Submit it to Flamboyant Room 3."

"Good Sir. Excuse me." replied the male nurse and left the police, disappearing behind the hallway.

A man in neat clothes was already waiting for the nurse behind the hospital. Men who certainly have a lot of money with the appearance of being like office workers. " This is your money. Go then! Remember this is a secret with your life's stakes."

"Thank you sir." said the nurse and left the hospital with a pot of coffee left half.

I have to get ready. Do not be late. ~ inner a man by entering the hospital.

Everything happened as planned. The policemen became weak helpless, despite still having consciousness. No one would interfere with his plans. "Doc! Help the police. They're drooping weak helpless."

The loud screams sent several nurses and doctors running toward the origin of the sound, where a man was trying to resuscitate a weakly drooping police officer.

"What's this?" ask a doctor and check with a police officer.

"alright. Sister quickly bring all the police members into the common room!" a doctor with the tag name Dr. Affans.

"Thank you for helping" Affan said minutes after the evaluation of the poisoned police officers.

It was no ordinary poison. It's a nerve-weakening poison, where people are conscious but can't do anything. Like no bones. "I'll excuse doc. Still have to see relatives."

"Again thanks" said doctor Affan let the stranger leave the hallway where the police were sprawled.

Ten minutes later....

Chequek...

The treatment room with a variety of breathing apparatus installed on the body of a patient. Eyes that are closed with bandages on the chest, the monitor screen still signifies real life. "Why are you still safe?"

"What's it like to get shot?"

"If you tell me where the key is!"

"That's it. I'd better help you get out of this world!"

With his leisure, the figure who entered the commander Sekkar's room released one by one the breathing apparatus. The smile unfolded so perfectly, with eyes staring satisfied.

Tiiit..

The sound of the monitor screen undergoes a drastic change, the sound is like an alarm and is connected in one phone application a doctor. Doctors treating patients with poisoning.

"Goodbye dear Lord Sekkar." said the figure and left the care room of commander Sekkar with a mask on his face.

Doctor Affan, who received an unsightly notification, rushed back to the care room of commander Sekkar and left the other police officers to be treated by another doctor. His footsteps were in a great hurry, like racing against time.

Braaac...

"God! Hang on." cried doctor Affan and rushed to reattach the breathing apparatus.

His hands and feet moved with agility, even without the help of a single nurse. Doctor Affan goes to great lengths to save commander Sekkar. "Come on! Are you too weak? The Sekkar Commander I know is not this weak!"

Affan's struggles continue with the heart-shocker, which is his last resort. In contrast to the wrath on the face of the moustached man, a beautiful room with a high artistic value turned into a broken ship. Antiques split apart, photos drift indiscriminately.

"Why? Am I spoiling you less! What's my fault, to you!" shouted the mustachioed man roughly grabbing his own hair.