Remember Me, Baby.
Entry Trap

Leon looked to the right and left. There was not a single person in the motel. The two motorcycles parked in the yard were no longer there. Probably been gone since. The young man did not want to bother. He immediately went in and sat behind the wheel. After heating the engine, he immediately steered the van out of the parking lot.

“Turn to the left,” Clark said, then look back at the screen of his phone, paying attention to the instructions given by Garry.

“Good, Captain,” replied Leon obediently. He immediately turned the wheel in the direction pointed out by Clark.

Apparently the direction indicated towards a small alley that was between the rows of shops. The alley was quite long and looked still quiet. Maybe because it is still too early so there is no store open or employees who come. Leon steers the car to the end and stops for a while without turning off the car engine.

“Aman,” Clark said as he read the incoming message from Garry. The young man helped to keep an eye on the area around the alley through CCTV which was on several street corners.

“Good,” said Leon while pressing the green circle near the dashboard.

A subtle hum is heard when the body of the car changes layers so that it now turns white with a large CCTV camera image in the middle. A fairly large “Security System Service” entry is listed at the bottom of that image.

After the process was completed, the two of them then waited for a signal from Garry in the car. Supposedly now the young man is hacking into the security system and making “internal” damage that requires “emergency handling”.

Take down system.

Clark nodded in satisfaction as he read the message from Garry. He turned to Leon and said, “Come, in action.”

“Good!”

Leon pulled back the car and headed back towards the main road. Now no one will realize where the black van that entered the alley went. The appearance of the white van now driven by Leon really looks different. This is one of their destinations using a van from the city of Tokyo, as a means of transportation as well as for disguise.

“Whatever happens later, don't be nervous. Okay?” clark said as he looked at his comrade's face which looked extremely tense.

Leon gulped before replying, “Mmm .. well, I'll try, Captain.

“Good.”

The distance between the inn and the Nakamura family castle was not too far away. It takes about 25 minutes to get there. To reach the place, the car must pass a fairly long path, through a row of cherry trees lined neatly on the left and right side of the road.

Clark was a little fascinated with the backups seen along the way. Along the way, there was not the slightest trace of dry leaves scattered on the roadside. No branches and branches of trees are curved beyond the limit. Everything is very neatly arranged.

“It looks like the Nakamura family is indeed very rich,”, said Leon who is just as amazed as Clark. He almost amazed. I don't know how much energy is being hired to care for a family land of this size.

“Of course,” reply Clark, “Rich and dangerous. Focus, we're almost there.”

“Ready, Captain,” replied Leon slowly while staring at the gate that was about five meters high in front of the roundabout.

There was a fountain and a statue of a horse that raised its front legs in the middle of the roundabout. Leon turns following the direction of the road and directs the rudder towards the entrance gate. He and Clark narrowed to see the family crest printed at the top of the gate: a golden inverted pyramid.

Leon pulled the car over next to the gate and attached the ID Card to the recognition machine that was there. The machine scanned briefly, confirming Clark and Leon's identities as Jasond and Michael, two officers from “Security System Service” who actually never existed.

Beeping.

The machine gave me access to enter. Leon again stepped on the gas pedal as the gate moved open, making room for the van to enter the Nakamura family residence. Like a well-maintained walkway, all the way from the main gate to the family castle was amazingly clean and beautiful. Various plants from outside Japan thrive on the left and right side of the road. Obviously it takes effort and not a little funds to maintain such a charming beauty.

“Good morning, Sir,” greet Clark, “We from Security System Service, got a call from—”

“Down,” between one of the bodyguards. His flat face stared towards Clark and Leon expressionlessly.

Leon turns off the car and gets out of the car. Clark came down from the other side and was immediately searched by the creepy-faced guards who had told them to come down earlier.

The two bodyguards scanned Clark and Leon's bodies, then checked the contents of the car and the toolbox that Leon had taken out. They want to make sure that there are no suspicious or dangerous objects. After being convinced everything was safe, one of the bodyguards gestured for Clark and Leon to follow them inside.

“Do it quietly and don't talk much, Family Head doesn't like the commotion,” said the spooky bodyguard who walked in front of Clark.

“Good,” replied Clark and Leon simultaneously.

Clark's hand moved up as if he was about to tidy up his hair, but in a quick, invisible motion he tapped on the handle of the glasses to activate it. It quickly scanned the entire contents of the building, from the layout, decorations, to antique displays neatly lined up in the ancient sideboards in the main hall.

Leon gulped and tried not to look nervous. In every corner of the room there was a gunman standing in a standby position, as if ready to destroy anyone who wanted to mess up. He clenched his hands and gathered courage. He can't make any mistakes at all. One mistake could keep him from getting out of the place alive.

Clark and Leon continued to follow the two bodyguards who were now walking towards the semicircular staircase to the second floor. Clark was almost amazed to see the floors, walls, and stairs made of original marble with the best quality.

Scans from The Eyes show that paintings on the wall are rare items dating back to medieval times, some of the objects in the main hall are even relics of the Crusades and the French Revolution. Clark really doesn't know how the Nakamura family can have those things.

Clark restored his concentration when two bodyguards stopped in a room that was experiencing "technical disturbances". The cruel-faced man walking in front of him stopped and opened the door, and we first stepped in. Clark and Leon followed behind him, followed by the man with the cruel face.

As soon as he entered the room, Clark's gaze immediately fell on a man sitting in the corner of the room. The man sat on a sofa in front of a glass window. The sunlight that infiltrated through the open curtain gap made his face not visible.

“Welcome to my house,” greet the man calmly.

The shock could not be covered from Clark's face. He recognized that voice.

Clark pegged for a moment before saying, “You—“

A violent punch snatched Clark's consciousness before finishing his words. Leon who had not had time to give a reaction also suffered the same fate.

The man sitting on the sofa crossed his legs casually. He turned the glass in his hand that contained the best champagne from Paris, sniffing the aroma of the drink before sipping it slowly. His eyes flashed calculatingly, quite satisfied as his plan went smoothly.

“Take them to the basement,” the man orders to his two bodyguards.

“Good, Sir,” replied the cruel-faced man. He immediately lowered his head and dragged Clark and Leon's bodies out of the room.

Thousands of miles away, Garry panicked that someone had just hacked back into his computer system. All are dead. He nervously tried to contact Andrew, but his phone line was cut off.

“Sial!” the young man threw his cell phone in annoyance.

Cold sweat started dripping from his forehead while trying to rebuild the firewall and unravel the virus that destroyed his defenses. He must not let Captain Andrew into the trap. Can't do.

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