Hell Games
All monitored
Two black sedans drove at high speed leaving General Nmbie's mansion at eight p.m. The sedan, which contained four CIA agents, was heading to a small house in the village of Koura. The distance between the village and General Nmbie's house
it's only an hour and a half drive.
Koura Village is a fishing village located on the west coast. The village is quiet and quite far from the hustle and bustle of vehicles. People are not used to the roar of the sound of vehicles, only the roar of the waves always accompany them all the time.
That night, the arrival of two luxury sedan units drove all villagers out of their homes. A very unusual sight made the villagers start to swarm. The luxury car that they had only seen through the village head's television show, now plastered for real. Some of the residents even touched the car as they moved slowly.
The sedan stopped in front of a small and very simple house. The building is made of brick arrangement made of beach sand with doors from boards that are not symmetrical. Four people came out from the first sedan, three people in black uniforms with different skin colors away from the villagers. Only one curly-haired man with dark skin.
“Is this Cheta's house?” The curly-haired man greeted one of the residents who swarmed using the local language. No one answered the man's question. Then he asked the children a similar question. The boy nodded.
“True, this is his home!” The man relayed the new information he got to his three comrades in black suits. Then he tapped on the second sedan window and said the same thing. From the second car came three other men who were all in black uniforms. They moved quickly around the house and three of his other companions charged inside. In just a matter of minutes, there was a commotion from inside the house, the screams of the little boy and the cries of the woman so bitterly pierced the ears. Before long the man in black came out while carrying a grown man. The man's hands were handcuffed to the back and he was put in the second car. A woman tries to chase from inside the house, but her efforts are put on hold by an African man.
“We only need a caption from your husband for a moment. We will be back later.” Then he got into the first sedan. Within minutes they had left the village.
Cheta, the man who had just been taken from his home, could only remain silent as the three men in black in the same car with him spoke a foreign language. The language he often heard while watching a rambo movie.
Soon the car stopped. Cheta was pulled out of the car violently. Although in a dark condition, he knew the area where he was at the moment. They stopped at the edge of the gorge between Koura village and Kota. A man in black showed something and spoke a foreign language that Cheta did not understand, he just shook his head.
“He cannot speak English, Sir. Let me ask him.” The curly man approaches Cheta, and shows her the phone screen.
“You have an account owner C’Hack?” The man with the same hair as Cheta asked. His tone was soft, not as loud as the man in black just now. Cheta was about to lie. But he felt the man in front of him was a good person. He finally nodded.
“You did this broadcast message?” The man shows Cheta the next slide. The contents of the slide are screenshots of several social media accounts belonging to several people. Cheta nodded back.
“Where are they now?”
“I don't know.” This time Cheta answered with a word. No more with a nod.
“Do not force me to be cruel. Just answer me, you'll we'll protect.”
“I really don't know, Mr.” Cheta's voice vibrated. He knew he was threatened now.
“You can not evade, their account is accessed by a device with IP. 78.79.001 and that device most often accesses C’hack accounts. It means you opened their account. Rightly so?” the curly man continued to chase.
“True sir, but I really don't know the whereabouts of the account owner. I was just paid to broadcast a message. No more.”
“How much are you paying?”
“100,000 Franc CFA,”
“By Who?”
“I don't know him. He contacted through messaging and offered the job. You can see it in my message field. I really don't lie.” The man stood up and conveyed Cheta's explanation to his friend in black, of course with the language his partner understood. The man in black clothes took out a cell phone and handed it to the curly man.
Cheta handcuffs on open, “Open your account here!”
“This is a message from him. You can read it yourself.”
The curly man read and translated the writing to his colleague. Then they discussed for a moment before returning to Cheta.
“I'll take you home, you pack your clothes and say goodbye to your family. After that you will come with us!”
“Did I make a big mistake?” cheta's voice was already shaking in fear of the man.
“You've petrified the most sought-after criminal gangs around the world. You help us find them, then you'll be released.”
***
Andrew was still in his private office even though it was past midnight. Yuki had even fallen asleep on the sofa tired of waiting for the unfinished Andrew. Andrew's door was knocked. Arsy shows up while carrying a tablet.
“Sir, team fifteen being the first to arrive at check point one. They arrived in just 1 hour 17 minutes.”
“Tim men Indonesia?” andrew's question was answered nod by Arsy. “Show!”
Arsy activated his tablet, it didn't take long for the big screen hanging on Andrew's office wall to light up. He accesses the cameras installed in the entire check point one. The large screen was divided into twenty boxes.
“Show check points 1 H.” 19 other boxes disappear from the screen, covered by the display box that enlarges and fills the screen. Arsy rewinds the recording at the 15th team position to arrive check points.
From a viewing angle, the camera is mounted just above the lighthouse entrance and is capable of capturing full-circle, 360-degree imagery. Now the screen displays the scene Ef is sneaking in, and attaches a finger to the sensor. Then Ef came out again. The recording accelerated until the performance of Ef returnedi came followed by all its members.
“If they can arrive at check points in an hour, then they are already moving while still in the white zone. Try to find where they are now?”
Arsy is busy with his tablet. The large screen displays profiles of Ef, Lin, Maya and Hamish and is performing a face scan. Before long a display box appeared, with imagery from inside the gap behind the waterfall. It appeared that four fifteen team members were sitting facing the campfire in a serious discussion. Eph was drawing something on the ground with a small twig.
“We saw their action in check point two. If they can pass easily. Prepare ‘resistance’!”
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