The heart of the commoner was shaking so hard, it was beating stubbornly while he shook her body with his thick hands. Berbato's face was covered in sweat. It was true that he had seen countless dead bodies before. Every field officer was trained in a specific way, but this time it was a different story!
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Emma was a skilled accountant, the sole keeper of the treasure trove. Therefore, she was Parallel's most valuable resource. What about the cause of her death? How could Berbato have the nerve to tell anyone that she had died of a sudden heart attack after having sex? No matter how you look at it, it was impossible. It was also very difficult for her to deny knowing about it, because there were dozens of witnesses who could confirm that they saw him and her together when the incident happened on the 3rd floor.
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"Sis! Wake up! Wake up, Sis! Don't do this! Hey!"
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"Tap, tap, tap, tap"
He raised his hand and patted her soft cheeks several times until they started to bruise. That time, nothing got better. The naked, weak body swayed and swayed in response no matter where it was picked up, as if the soul inside had been too young to handle, leaving the body to go to heaven without caring about the human body.
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If this matter reached Boss Berbato's ears, it would be over for sure. The deeds with his gang in the bathhouse were not yet settled, and now he dared to kill someone unintentionally. This is what is called a momentary lapse of reason. Just seeing a horny girl, he stuffed her into every hole. Who would have known that she would be so excited that she would die? How would poor Berbato survive this terrible situation?
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"We have to move the body! You can't keep Sister Emma here, it's too open."
The dark-skinned man thought to himself, looking left and right, glancing at the pile of gold-colored bills and coins. It was beautiful before, but now it wasn't. Outsiders would immediately go straight to this giant safe if they caught on to the fact that Emma, the one holding the key, had disappeared.
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"Hold on... Come out first, Sister." Let me clear the stuff here for a moment and then we'll talk about the rest, huh...!"
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"Screech... Kung-kung-kung, Kung-kung-kung!"
The sound of the corpse's heels scraping against the edges of the coins was clear, the long traces of the marks all the way to the exit door were still clearly visible above the pile of coins and gems.
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Before Berbato could deal with the evidence with a kick! That's right! He dragged Emma's naked corpse to place it in front of the safe door, immediately using his feet to sweep the gold coins that had spilled out and put them back inside as before, then turned around and walked back in, then used both feet to smooth out the coins to be even again.
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As for the many banknotes, he arranged to kick them to spread them out even more! It can be said that wherever there was an empty space where the edges of the gold coins were exposed, he would kick the banknotes to cover them up for realism. Because in a split second, his powerful fist hit the broken shelf. The sound of "Plug!!!" He punched, hit, and stomped until it was broken into small pieces.
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"Yaggggggggggg This is it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn't mean to!"
"Sob! Heh heh heh"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
His anger at himself made him almost go crazy. He didn't want things to end like this. He was disappointed and sorry that he had caused a good woman to die, so he took out his anger on the broken shelf instead, as you can see.
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It was so crushed that it was almost pulverized. But because 98% of the material was wood, the result of his actions made the shelf look like it had been naturally gnawed by termites. Plus, there were small and big bills scattered all over the cabinet. Berbato was quite confident that this set-up would deceive everyone.
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"Squeak! , Boom! , Crack!"
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"Okay, that's it. Close the door and lock it. What are we going to do with the key this time?"
"Shit! Slurp! Calm down, man! There must be a way out!"
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The dark-skinned young man took a deep breath to calm down. In his complete nakedness, he began to search for his clothes, alternating with his gaze on the safe key in his hand. After a while, he thought of a trick.
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"We have to put the key on her body so that it won't be suspicious. So we have to find clothes for her. As for how she's going to die... Shit! F**k! Am I really going to do this?"
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"Sigh! Do you know that I like to pretend to tell everyone that I'm not a good person... I'm bad, I'm evil. But when it comes to this day... I just realized that I'm such a bad person! Please, don't "forgive" me. Let me burn in hell because of my own actions."
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After finishing that sentence, Berbato started to act according to his plan. Tears were welling up in his eyes the whole time during the mission. He walked back along the corridor to search for the clothes that he had taken off in a random place. While walking, the ceiling above kept shaking and rocks kept falling. Berbato had to be careful to avoid them every now and then.
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Just think about what would happen if he chose to finish dressing Emma and drag her body here, where there was no thick part of the safe sticking out to protect her. How evil would that be! This is a man's temporary solution. If he really was going to stage her death in a rockfall accident, his dick would be the real murderer.
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After 2-3 minutes, Berbato finished dressing himself. He walked back to her. The little witch was still sleeping soundly and cutely. It was a pity that from now on, no one would be able to see those bright blue eyes again, not even him! The young man slowly lifted her slender body up and leaned against the safe door, putting on her bra, panties, stockings, and a complete set of financial officer uniforms before inserting the key to the safe as evidence put in the innermost pocket of her shirt, and he carried her body out and placed it in the place where he thought the rock would fall on her.
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"I feel so bad! Do I really have to do this! Oh my god!"
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He raised his hands together at the back of his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were swollen into his pupils. The young man complained to himself, following him around in circles, thinking about what was appropriate. When his eyes glanced at the office supplies, tables, water dispensers, photocopiers, etc., which were smashed to pieces by the falling rocks, he felt even more sorry for her.
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/But who cares! The bricks and rocks were lifeless, so they fell with a bang! Right in front of his eyes!/
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"Hey! Wait a minute!"
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"Whoa!" , "Bam!"
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It hit the ground and broke into two pieces. The kind that just barely brushed Emma's scalp, Berbato's body stiffened. He still couldn't accept it, he was still debating in his mind whether to let it go or cancel it. But then suddenly, his nerves heard the voice of his subconscious. It was a loud version of himself that said,
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"What kind of man are you? You went around and hide under the roof, and leaned forward to see how badly her head would be smashed! ฺBerbato! Are you still human?!"
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Just that alone gave him a lot of strength. He finally made up his mind. With a distance of about 10 meters, the second that another rock was about to fall from the ceiling, which this time would definitely hit her head, Berbato quickly extended his right hand, adjusted the first-person view mode to attack to lock on the target, and snapped the tip of his index finger in a split second! Crack!
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"Shoot!!!"
He gave the order.
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"Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
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"Bang!"
It hit the target, the round object shattered into pieces, but some of it fell on Emma's body. Her body was still and still, and before the worst could happen again, Berbato rushed towards her with tears and a voice that was trembling more than ever.
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"I can't do it, sis.. I can't do this to you.. I'm sorry for everything that happened.."
Not ashamed to shed tears, the young man quickly carried her body back to a safe place near the safe.
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"Sigh... We're finally back to the starting point, guys."
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"What should we do now? Wake up and tell me, sis. I'm completely in the dark, sigh..!"
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He sighed again for the eight hundred thousandth time, but this time Berbato did something different. That was the scratching of his head, a gesture that usually occurs when people can't think of anything. He looked down at her figure in a neat uniform, putting on a sad face, feeling resigned to life. And it was then that he felt something was wrong.
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"Ouch! Fuck! Your finger is in my hair. Damn it! I forgot to fold my finger back."
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"Hey! But wait a minute...! Finger! Hand! Right hand for shooting!... Left hand for Drain!"
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Berbato looked away from the woman's corpse to focus on his two palms, moving them rhythmically.
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"Hahaha, haha, I figured it out! I figured it out! There's another way! Haha."
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Shaking off the sadness, he jumped up and down happily like a child who had just received a toy. The black American man prayed that the cells in her body wouldn't die, because if they didn't, what he had thought of would immediately become meaningless.