It's Not My fault, Sir!
Chapters 146. Bak Hordes Mafia
Tonight Juan Mahardika and Assistant Dwi Saputra barely slept due to the request of pregnant women. For Juan Mahardika, Elfa's request was a command and a wife's cravings to follow. Self-led research of pregnant women who are likely to be of gestational age ahead of Elfa.
Accompanied by the police who live near the resort. Plus Assistant Dwi Saputra's men, they were in action after midnight. Act like a mobster in action looking for a hiding enemy.
Juan Mahardika and Assistant Dwi Saputra wait in the courtyard of his own resort while looking at a laptop. They conduct investigations with sophisticated tools. So that every corner of the resort where the doctors can be seen clearly.
The first one they got into through the back fence of the house. There is no security there. Security there were only two people on standby in front of the main gate.
The police easily opened the kitchen door, his hands like a professional mobster breaking into the door. Followed by three Assistant Dwi Saputra men who wore masks on their faces including police. Moving attention to one by one resort room lined about four rooms.
At the end of the room is the CCTV control center. It was easy for the police to damage all the surveillance facilities at the resort. Before the action must be dead all CCTV so that it cannot be recognized by the perpetrator.
Of the four rooms, the police entered one by one and examined the sleeping occupants. There is no woman's face in the photo of four pairs of husband and wife sleeping in bed.
"You're in the master room!" juan Mahardika orders when he does not find the woman in question.
The main room is near the family room. The rooms are the largest and have the most complete facilities. Police ordered to prepare sleeping pills in liquid form and poured them on handkerchiefs. Just in case something is unwanted.
The police opened the door slowly with a certain trick. The door opened and was pushed slowly. There were only dim lights in the room.
On top of the bed was one sleeping man with complete facilities. Pillow bolsters and thick blankets make his sleep very sound and comfortable. Plus the cold AC the more the man was scattered in his beautiful dream.
Many times the police took the vedio on the sleeping man. Take a photo and match it with the photo shared by Juan Mahardika. The police only gave a thumbs up code and noiseless, so that the occupants of the room did not wake up.
Police and entourage moved on to a woman who slept under a thin mattress. Sleeping with myiring and curling hugging knees. Without using a blanket, let alone a blanket. His face was partially covered with a pillow that was bent towards the top.
If you look at the characteristics of the woman as in the photo. Her stomach was swollen and her body was a little fat. Under the elbow was a scar and on the arm was a black stain of a clearly visible burn scar.
In the legs also seen a lot of bruises and wounds that have dried. The police kept trying to see the woman's face. Walking settles so as not to be pergoki by the occupants of the room.
"Execution now, there's no need to see his face anymore. Just give sleeping pills to make it easy to execute!" juan Mahardika's orders were direct.
"Ready, Sir. The order is executed." Police whispered to the command of the leadership tonight.
The first one to be knocked out was the man in bed. He was given sleeping pills that were inhaled in his nose so as not to wake up. The woman below was also given sleeping pills before she woke up.
The woman was covered from chest to toe before being warmed out, "You guys messed up her room!" orders of the Police Officer.
"For what, sir?" ask one of Assistant Dwi Saputra's men.
"To give the code to the mad doctor who was on the bed, so that he suspected that this woman was kidnapped."
"Ready to do."
Three Assistants of Dwi Saputra ravaged the room by lowering clothes neatly arranged in the closet. Chairs and tables were also kicked until they rolled over. The dishes and cutlery on the dining table had also been broken scattered on the floor.
"Let's take it outside this woman!" police orders again.
"Ok, let's go!"
Two Assistants of Dwi Saputra brought a woman who fell asleep using a doctor's facility. There was a small stretcher in the corner of the doctor's room. They hurried to the kitchen.
"There is no need to go behind, we just go in front" the police said.
"There are two security guards still awake, sir," said one of the men who had just ruffled the living room.
"This is a small bottle, you spray it in the area around two security from behind!"
"What's this stuff, sir?"
"Sleeping pills, get there!"
"Ok ready."
With a sling, one of Assistant Dwi Saputra's men walked towards the security post. Before spraying on two security who are concentrating on playing chess, close the nose first so as not to be inhaled.
After spraying slowly without sounding. Just minutes away the two security men were asleep leaning against the chair, "Pak Polis are topnotch," his own monologue as he ran towards the resort's main door.
"Sir, it's safe. Let's get out of here!"
"Let's get you out first!" police orders to two people who are carrying a stretcher.
The police officer ruffled the small park next to the security post. Made as if there were a fight in the park. Plus put one pair of women's shoes taken from the main room earlier.
Juan Mahardika and Assistant Dwi Saputra immediately ran towards the security post. Didn't want the two security guards on duty to know when there was a stretcher coming in, "I can't ask you to buy satay from twenty-four restaurants there!" juan Mahardika's Order.
"This hour your wife craves satay, sir?"
"That cravings her slave, but I. Hurry up you two buy, here we'll take care!"
"Ready, Sir."
After the two security guards walked in the opposite direction of the resort, a stretcher came in safely without anyone knowing. Not to forget the police ordered the men to walk to avoid the CCTV that was passed between the rented resort to the resort owned by Juan Mahardika.
"Get into which room, sir?"
"Just guest room!" juan Mahardika's Order.
"Astagfirullah, why are the legs so many wounds?" ask Assistant Dwi Saputra.
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