The Devil Charming's
Part 4's
Edward stroked the laptop in front of him with a serious look, his finger moving agilely on the keyboard making a sound that broke the silence in the room. Edward is still in Mexico and lives in his apartment. Edward is currently looking into the Golden Rose, a Russian mob clan. It has been almost three hours Edward did not move from his seat and continued to try to search further through its IT capabilities that can hack a software system easily. In addition to the ruthless head of the American mafia, Edward is a reliable hacker for himself, as Edward is unlikely to work for anyone else.
Edward's nearly three-hour effort turned out to be fruitful, a thin grin was seen after knowing the name of the leader of the Golden Rose as well as his descendants. Although this was not enough information, there was at least a way for Edward to begin the next step, no origin looking without a clear path because old Vladmir does not provide more information than a rose tattoo that must be owned by the descendants of Golden Rose.
The hint only irritated Edward, what could one get from such a clue? Tattoos are not rare things that can only be owned by a few people, there are many humans who appreciate their art through a tattoo, and the rose tattoo has been widely owned by the wider community, including in Mexico.
Returning to the information that has been successfully obtained by Edward, the name of the leader of the Golden Rose clan is Iwano Yuryevich Kostov, has one daughter and one son. His son was killed during the massacre committed by Vladmir Jarvis thirty-five years ago, while his daughter Nathalia Iwanovna Kostova is still alive today. The existence of I2w4ano's daughter is hidden from the public and no one even knows how the girl's face. Edward was still not satisfied with the information he got this time and still wanted to look further however, his desire should he postpone first because now his phone rings with the name Vladmir is clearly displayed on the screen of Edward's phone.
“How, Mr.Ed? have you found a little loophole to look for their whereabouts?”
Edward snorted at Vladmir's question despite the obvious tone of seriousness there.
“What can I expect from that useless hint of yours? Observing one by one Mexicans who have rose tattoos on his body, so?”
“Aren't you very good at finding information? I don't think you need much help from me for that.”
“If you call me just for this, I'll make sure a bullet gets lodged in your head tomorrow!” For a moment there was a slight ruckus from across before the call was cut off just like that, rather it was decided unilaterally by Edward.
Edward put his phone in his pants pocket, grabbing a leather jacket and wearing it immediately before exiting the apartment.Edward raises his eyebrows when the elevator door opens and shows a girl chewing gum standing leaning against the elevator wall casually. “hallo, a, big man,” greet the girl who only gets Edward's cold gaze.
“Who is your target this time?” taya Edward was cold after pressing the button towards the first floor.
“Are you going to help me if I tell you?”
Edward grinned. “It just so happens that I was trying to kill someone.” - “And that is you,” continued Edward. “Wow..pulling.” the girl approached and stood in front of Edward with a bold gaze, I don't know what's inside that pretty brain that there's not the slightest fear when you're in a room with a mafia leader. Because they are used to it? “Yes. Very interesting,” said Edward before pointing his gun at the girl who turned out to be successfully tepis quickly and turned around until now a folding knife was on Edward's neck. Edward did not think that the girl could read his movements well and could even turn things around.
“Good reflexes, miss.”
“Poor movement, sir. I don't know if a mafia boss like you has an enemy-readable movement. Or can I say that you have a bad emotional state?”
The girl stared flat at Edward with the knife still faithfully in Edward's neck. Edward himself only glanced at the knife coldly before the clanking of the elevator interrupted the two and made the girl keep back her folding knife.
Realizing that someone else wanted to enter, Edward pulled the girl out, taking her inside the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, the most expensive sports car from Italy which is a supercar for 4.5 million dollars and only in production of nine units, one of which was successfully owned by Edward.
The girl only complied without the slightest resistance and instead secured her sitting position on the car with the luxurious interior.
“What is bulletproof?”
Edward glanced at the girl before driving out of the elite apartment area. “Who are you really?”
“Lizbeth, ordinary people call me that.” “Elizaveta Zakharova, huh?”
Lizbet smiled at his faint smile. “You've found out about me it turns out.”
Lizbeth chuckled softly and grabbed her phone. “I wasted twenty-five minutes just serving you, sir. You must pay dearly for my wasted time.”
Edward scatters before throwing a blank check. “Fill all you want if you can help me find the descendants of Golden Rose.”
Lizbeth frowned and looked at Edward seriously. “Who are they? I never knew. Are they mafia?”
“They disappeared thirty-five years ago. Yes, they are a clan from Russia.”
Lizbeth nodded in understanding and returned to his cell phone. “Can I trust you to be a working partner? I don't want to lose, and about your uninspiring money I'm not interested.” “What do you want?” edward asked coldly.
Edward knows very well who Elizaveta Zakharova is, a hitman with the most expensive rates is also a reliable sniper. The self-identity that can only be heard from people's stories makes the girl even more mysterious. Not even many can meet the girl directly if they do not have important things to talk about and important things are certainly not far from the case of eliminating someone's life. Somehow luck sided with Edward these days, in addition to being able to meet with Vladmir Jarvis in person, he also met directly with Lizbeth.
“You. I want us to play fair. I'll help you and you'll help me too.”
Edward raised next to his eyebrows and glanced at Lizbeth, not wanting to shift his focus on the path in front of him. Lizbeth who understood Edward's intention to give an explanation back to his voice.
“I have many missions to eliminate many lives.
But so far, Robinson's been hard to find. Considering the incident at the tavern back then, it seems like he had a problem with you as well. Aren't you curious?”
It would be a lie if Edward was not curious about the random shots that greeted him while enjoying his coffee at that time. But Edward never felt like he was dealing with Robinson. “What do you know about him?”
Lizbeth puts his shoulders and raises his legs up on the dashboard with a sinless expression, and he doesn't even think Edward could have shot him in the head for daring to smear the expensive sportscar. Edward himself saw it could only stare flatly because a girl like Lizbeth couldn't possibly be as graceful as a princess, and it felt better for Edward than to bring a princess who would only make him careless with all the spoiled attitude that was attached.
“You have a gunshot wound, huh?” Lizbeth turned his head and followed Edward's gaze on his waist which was visible because of his shirt which was revealed upwards.
“Lima last year while escorting the Spanish mafia chairman to Ukraine. Some people shot our car tires to make us fall into the abyss.”
“And congratulations?”
“Just, me and him, mafia boss. They're still after us until one fucking bullet breaks my smooth skin.”
“I'm sure you won't dare to wear a bikini after that.” Lizbeth laughed out loud at Edward's flat, expressionless joke. The man beside him was truly unique, how could he crack a joke in such a tone. Gosh darn.. Lizbeth shook her head.
“I'd rather wear leather jacket and jeans than bikini.”