"Shit..."
Arthur was thinking, and then the swords entered the room, number 3 5 and finally a hooded man who sat down next to Arthur.
-Sthevan is dead. -Arthur lifts the letter and shows the black paper. -As you know, black paper means that you have found a deadly situation. According to his message, it was the disaster king, Leo Grimshaw, whom Esthevan encountered.
Luiz squeezed his arm, saddened by the death of his friend. Suddenly number 3 began to cry, and then the hooded person got up and left.
-Sthevan lost the items and failed the mission. However, that's not the real problem, it's that the freak already knew that Esthevan was going there. In short, Grimshaw knows of our existence and also that we probably have an impostor among us.
In that room the atmosphere becomes tense, the three of them stare at each other, but then Arthur stands up.
-the impostor is one of the executives, after all, few people knew about Esthevan's mission.
3 stops crying.
-My lord, are you all right? Those items that were with Esthevan and what he was looking for were essential.
The pressure in the room increased.
-This has fucked up all my plans, everything was perfect... 2 years... that's how long it took me to prepare this plan, countless times I created scenarios where the delegates would get in the way, but under no circumstances did I foresee Léo being the first to move. He's arrogant, sees himself as superior and doesn't care about areas other than his own, which is why I always made it clear not to go near his area... but seriously! Where Esthevan was was the opposite side of his area!
Arthur calms down and takes a deep breath. He starts to laugh.
-Right... so how about we do it another way?
A week passes after the incident, in the middle of the night, Arthur is at the police station smiling as he twirls the pen in his hands watching the clock. And then the hand of the clock reaches 12...
The streets of the towns were bustling with activity, there was a festival going on.
-Fresh vegetables!
-Skewers! Skewers!
-Mom, can you buy me one of those?
And then the bell of the big clock began to strike. The first chime is gone. And then the second, and finally the third came...
And then hooded people, when they hear the third chime, pull guns out of their belts and start shooting at civilians,the shots hit heads, chests, legs. The desperation to escape made the scene horrifying, cries for help, children trying to find their parents, and then the policemen come jumping out of the buildings, they try to get close to the shooters, but when they try to get close the man aims the gun at his own head.
-That's justice! -bang
He shoots himself in the head and kills himself, all the shooters repeat the same thing as him, all saying the same phrase, "that's justice."
-What then? -Jack asks.
A bespectacled man with a notebook begins to look at the evidence and investigate.
-Sir, the gun used is a P08 luger, it's modified.
Jack's eyes widen and he makes a face with an expression of fear.
-Isn't that it? -he was interrupted.
-Yes, these are weapons used by police officers, and it's not just a coincidence. All the shooters are police officers. A total of 37 victims were killed, 18 seriously wounded and 13 lightly wounded, in total 68 victims were injured. It all happened in 6 minutes.
Jack knocks on the wall.
-What the hell is going on in the kingdom!
Meanwhile, Arthur had a new look, licked hair, round glasses and a good appearance, but he was no longer Arthur, but Rodrigo. He was standing in front of a large building, the place had a large sign "Press Del
-is that him?
-yes, that's Rodrigo, one of the top 4 reporters.
People were whispering and looking at Rodrigo, some with admiration, others with envy and some with apprehension.
-"Mr. Rodrigo! It's been a long time!
Rodrigo smiles.
-Yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Where's Mr. Daniel?
-Oh, he's in the living room, you can come in, as he said, you're always welcome!
Arthur thanks him and goes into his living room. When he opens the door and Daniel sees him, Daniel jumps out of his chair and flies to his feet, almost kissing him.
-Rodrigo! How are you? How long? What do you need? What about money?
Arthur takes out several papers from his bag. He points at Daniel.
-Don't tell me you've discovered more incredible things! It's an honor to see the information from the supreme reporter!
Arthur is displeased with the comment, he really doesn't like that title. Daniel opens the papers and begins to read. His face turns grim.
-Rodrigo, everything you've written here... can you prove it's true?
Rodrigo laughs slightly and sits down on the sofa and puts his legs on the glass table.
-Was the information I gave you ever wrong?
-No, never.
Rodrigo throws numerous photos and proofs onto the table.
-Make sure you don't leave any information out, and also leave my name on the cover, I'm going! Goodbye.
-Marta! Call all the writers and editors and tell the printer to get the machines ready!
Arthur left the room and headed for the exit. On the way, the chaos was enormous, the information Arthur had given could destabilize even the holy church.
-(Whisper) Leo, let's call it even. -The tone of mockery was evident. -"The same way you screwed up my plans, I'm going to do the same to what you've worked so hard to build. No... let's just say it's revenge.
Underground at the base
"Shit, security just got a lot heavier! Master Leo, I told you not to act immediately!"
The man was nervous, afraid of being discovered, his black hair almost falling out from nervousness, he looked around fearfully, and suddenly behind his back he felt a presence.
-Excuse me, are you all right?
He was paralyzed, that voice, he recognized it, who was at his back and one of the swords, number 3.
After a while they had a brief conversation and leaned against the wall. Number 3 begins to vent about his friend's death, and the man also vents about how difficult his life is.
-That's it, unfortunately there's nothing we can do, I hope that one day I can find someone like him.
-Don't worry, sir! One day you'll find someone just like Esthevan, or even better!
Number three shows a big smile and thanks him.
-I've already got to go, so thanks for the chat, I'll say goodbye.
Number three looked down at the floor while thinking.
-You know...
The man stopped.
"Oh? Is there something else he wants to get off his chest?"
-I never said Esthevan was dead. And as far as I know, only the swords know about it.
"FUCK!"
The man tries to run away but he finds himself falling to the ground, and when he looks back his two legs are severed, the blood dripping down the ground non-stop, the bones exposed, the man screams non-stop.
-Silence.
With a concentrated wave of mana, she hit the man's windpipe. He was unable to scream or even make a sound, his windpipe was destroyed, he cried out in pain.
-It hurts my heart to have to clean up the mess with my bare hands, but this was the mission I was given, so no traitor will come out alive. And for your information, you're already the 6th one I've killed.
"What? There are 8 of us in total, so he's already killed most of us!?"
-Carl and Raquel are the remaining spies, aren't they? And goodbye Louis, or rather spy Henry.
"Does he even know my real identity?"
Number 3 beheads the man.
-Let's see, who's next?
In a very dark place Arthur was walking with a torch in his hands, something in that place was dark, there was a sound that ran through the place, it was difficult to distinguish what the sound was, but it wasn't just a sound, besides it wasn't likely to find out what it was, there was something else... it was possible to hear screams, horrible screams, along with the sound of flesh being torn apart, broken bones were also heard.
Arthur arrived at a place, it was like a huge hole, and next to it there was a table, with only two chairs, and there was a lamp, which shone in an unimaginable darkness, he sat down.
-How are you?
There was no reply.
-I brought your favorite food, I know you're angry about that, but forgive me.
A great noise begins to echo, and the sound of the screams and that strange sound cease.
-I'm glad you forgive me, so... shall we talk?
End of chapter.
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