I'M Not A Special Character
A Dog from Threat
The atmosphere inside an empty field of former construction felt a little tense. Arsiel tied the body of the fox man to an iron pole that stood firmly there. The fox man's mouth was crammed with a potluck to avoid the man making a sound.
"Alright, Eighth Mr. Dadu. Should we start with your identity first?" Arsiel pulled one end of her lips, making the man who was in front of her at this moment become furious.
"Mrs. Alexe Jacob is 27 years old and married. Unfortunately you killed your only wife when she was just pregnant with your own child. What a savage man." Arsiel slapped the fox man's cheek alias Jacob so hard that he was able to make his face turn in the other direction.
"Looking at your reaction without any guilt at all makes me feel sorry. How can a woman seem to fall into a thorny embrace." Arsiel felt annoyed for a moment before slapping the other side again. After receiving a loud slap for the second time the fox man grew even more wrathful.
Arsiel closed his eyes to regulate his emotions, for some reason he got carried away when he imagined the unfortunate fate that befell the woman. How could this savage man have done such a heinous thing to his own flesh and blood? What a greedy man!
"Indeed the hallmark of Agent A-09, very fast in scribbling information. No wonder you can become a silver card within two years." Marchel chuckled softly at Arsiel's back.
"I'll take his needs." Arland ran towards the corner of the field, hastily approaching a krisbow suitcase and some prepared paper. His movements could not be separated from the eyes of Arsiel, he seemed to wait for Arland to return with a suitcase and paper with him. After Arland placed the suitcase right next to Jacob, his hand stuck out to give the paper to Arsiel.
Suddenly the atmosphere became quiet. Arsiel painstakingly compiled the information file he had gathered a while ago. The paper was not just an ordinary piece of paper, it took hours to collect some of the sheets. After being arranged according to the year Arsiel refocused his gaze on Jacob.
"I haven't done anything like this in a long time. I hope you can work together so that this all ends soon." After finishing his sentence Arsiel stuck his hand towards Arland.Arland immediately took out the memory card he kept and handed it to Arsiel.
"Mrs. Fox. No, more precisely Jacob, our threats are not mere nonsense. If you refuse to cooperate with us, then I will gladly remove all your coverings. These papers and things keep all the secrets you've buried for years." Arsiel shook the paper in his hand, looking at Jacob threatingly. Then he pulled a rough cloth that clogged Jacob's mouth so that the man could speak.
"What do you want?" With a voice that shook from anger, Jacob tried to make sure his head remained cool so as not to cause mistakes.
"just simple. Cooperate with us and carry out all orders from us." Marchel who was behind Arsiel's back replied with a distinctive haughty tone of hers.
"Then what are you planning on doing with that?" Jacob again asked questions to ascertain what kind of path he would tread later.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to know that. You simply become our obedient dog, then all your secrets will be safe with us." Arsiel patted Jacob's cheek gently, then retreated and was replaced by Marchel.
"Sir, I also have something special for you. Can you guess it? That's my skill." Marchel squinted with a faint smile on her sly face. Jacob groaned slowly. He really felt he was being played.
"What'sthis? A Mr. Fox who always gives an explanation like a tangled rope does not like to be treated with the same thing?" Marchel raised one of her eyebrows while giving a slight slight sneer.
"Mr Michael, I hope you can speed it up." Arsiel gave Marchel a warning to start immediately on the main topic.
"Alright, alright! I'll shoot at the point. Mr. Jacob, as you know I've actually become a diamond card if I want to and it's higher than you. Why do you think I can get to the top so quickly?" Marchel held Jacob's chin with her right hand, while the other pulled out a small folding knife from inside her pocket.
"The answer is simple, because I love doing this." Marchel violently scratched Jacob's neck with a small knife in his hand. Jacob groaned a little, not because of illness but because he was surprised by what Marchel had just done.
"seen? a very special surprise, right? If you refuse to humble yourself and become our dog, then I can do far beyond this." Marchel chuckled with her current crazy expression.
Jacob swallowed. He was aware of his instincts saying that the man currently in front of him was extremely dangerous. There was no other choice for now but to agree to their request.
"Okay, I'll work with you guys."
"No, no! Not working together, but being our dog. Repeat it correctly." Marchel rounded her eyes, staring intently at Jacob. Seeing that unusual look made Jacob could only be a submissive dog.
"I will be a loyal and obedient dog. I will not betray my employer." Jacob said it with a heavy heart.
"What does it pay if a dog dares to break an employer's order or has more than one employer?" Marchel again raised the question with a heavy emphasis on his words.
Arland could only flinch at the events unfolding right before him. He was speechless and could not move when he saw the way Arsiel and Marchel were running their threat. Especially coupled with the behavior of Marchel who without hesitation scratched the neck of others.
"It turns out they're really good at theatrics." Arland muttered softly as he recalled the shadows of the two before he knew their true identities.
"I'll accept any punishment." Jacob swallowed back. He began to think that maybe the path he chose was the path to hell.
"Good, smart dog! Now I'll give you the first mission."