CHAPTER. 2

Chapter 2. LOST

"Oh my God, have mercy on us!" Sammy couldn't help crying, he was really fragile right now. He hated him very much.  Sammy also feels resentful of the mobsters who are currently with them. Meanwhile, the wife died of the heart of seeing her husband fire himself with a gun.

Likewise with Sammy, who was limp at the time. Yang was helpless when he saw the father smeared with blood, and a very pale state.  One such family was helpless at a time making the mobsters smile with satisfaction.

  "That way we can carry out the next mission!" said one of the mobsters again talking to each other. But it was answered with a laugh that sounded thunderous.

Not long after that, the aides of several mobsters immediately took the field, who saw the condition of the targets that they had deliberately harmed helplessly. Their aide also disposed of the body of the woman who was the man's wife who was thought to be dead because she was no longer helpless. So it was with Sammy.

 "Hurry up and do the next mission, you have to burn down this rickety house, don't let it sit down in the slightest!" the aide ordered the mobsters who were his men.  Quickly, the mobsters moved, they poured kerosene and also started a fire around Sammy's house, which was on the edge of the lake.  While the man whose body was burly and was an aide to the mobsters crossed his arms to his chest stared contentedly at the work of his men.

 " I like it… good job!" the man said softly. They set Sammy's house on fire and returned to headquarters cheering with excitement and happiness. How...

"Hurry up and finish your activities, after that we must immediately report this matter to the boss," the aide said again to the mobsters who were his men. 

"Well, we have to finish off and make sure this house burns down," one of the mobsters told his aide. 

"Please all evidence and also traces eliminate! I don't want us to be suspects later," the aide told the mobsters who are currently carrying out quickly the orders carried out by the man.

 "They are just poor people who have too many dreams, by ending their lives can at least make them more aware of not dreaming too high," the aide told his men who then smiled sarcastically afterwards. 

"And we've also hastened them to get to the afterlife," then a smug laugh and also a loud roar was heard from the mobsters. 

"Well, now we have to rush back to the headquarters before for a moment we have to...

They then returned to stomping their bodies on the couch after going on a mission for the premeditated murder and exhaustion of the small family without a side. After that they behaved as if nothing had happened.  The aide, who is the head of the mobsters, grabbed a flat object to scroll through someone's number from there he immediately looked for the phone number of a person who was their boss. The mastermind of the premeditated murders that have been carried out by these mafias.  Not only that, but the mafia also asked for a more expensive fee to be able to perform and carry out their missions very smoothly. 

"Hallo boss, the mission that the boss ordered us has been done perfectly, not even a single member of their family is left with even the house!" said the aide from the call connected to his flat object then the man could be heard laughing out loud.

 "Go ahead, if the boss doesn't believe it, I wouldn't want to say it like that if my job...

"How is it? Have you said that with the boss? I think he must be very satisfied to hear that isn't he?" Asked one of the man's men.

 "Of course, but the boss sounds incredulous about what I'm saying, from his tone I can draw conclusions. If he is not sure we can finish the work he commanded quickly." the aide replied to the mobsters who were his men.  "Did the boss forget, if we had several members and had a headquarters?" the mobster asked his aide.  "I don't know why the boss asked like that when he knew if we had a group that would have been able to speed up the orders he wanted," the man told his men again.

 "But, it's not important, it's better now that we just enjoy our success by toasting as usual, rather than having to debate that. Now we are just waiting for the money promised by. boss

"You're indeed the best – it's not wrong for me to choose you to be my man," their aide said again, patting the shoulder of the man who had opened the voice. While they laughed as loudly as they could after that. This nigt  mission was completed.

Enjoyed until the morning.  On the other side a man wearing neat clothes, with a suit attached to his body walked very swaggeringly into a five-star luxury hotel. The man seemed to have finished answering a call from someone because he put his phone in the pocket of his shirt. 

The man immediately walked over with a few bodyguards walking behind him very visibly if the man was very influential. In fact, the man also looks very beautiful with the solid match he wears and also looks like a rich man in general.

"Please provide a chair for me, because I don't want to wait too long!" he ordered to one of the bodyguards who was now following him. The man who was ordered also nodded immediately and took steps according to the order said by the man in the suit.

 "Indeed I did not choose them wrong to continue that mission!" The man in the suit smiled sarcastically as I waited for his bodyguard to prepare a seat for him to remember the bustle of this place at the time.  Not long after that, the bodyguard came back and confronted the man in the suit. 

"The seats are already provided, sir," The man just nodded and then stepped in mingle with several other men in suits who were already waiting.  "You're finally coming, too," They continued their activities to toast the evening, and laughed with satisfaction.