Pulchritude Case
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The man in the black hat was walking casually down the sidewalk. His head nodded following the tempo of the chill song. Every now and then he turned his body to watch the BMW car that drove slowly from back there. If he took off the headphones he was wearing, the man must have heard the noise from cars that had stopped completely along the way. They're nagging because the traffic is getting worse. The car queue up ahead doesn't move at all.

Rather than hearing an obscure commotion it is better to listen to music to distract. The man slowed his pace while glancing at the BMW car that was getting closer. The car is next to a truck carrying chemicals in the form of Ethanol. Ow, that's right. Great opportunity to complete the task.

An intelligence officer, the man is tasked with following a corruptor who recently embezzled social aid funds for victims of a natural disaster. His job is to gather evidence of the dark activities carried out by the minister. However, after seeing the circumstances friendly enough, he decided to slightly deviate from his duties.

"Rather than just hunting that son of a bitch down, I'd better send him to hell right now."

The man turned to a small alley located on the right of the road. He lit his cigarette while walking leisurely. Not far from where he stood, there were several gas tanks beside the wall. He was frowning to make sure it was safe to do his naughty actions. The man nudged the wood that supported the tank, as soon as the liquid-filled object collapsed and rolled onto the highway.

As given ease in his intention to send the corruptor to hell, the tank lid that is not tightly open by itself. The flammable liquid flowed all the way to the highway. Next the iron object hit the BMW car that was boarded by the perpetrator. He threw his cigarette butts behind him, right where the gasoline ran through the streets.

"Time to show."

BOOM UP! The explosion back there sounds great. The corruptor's car burned to the ground and drove into Ethanol's transport truck. His strategy succeeded by taking advantage of the circumstances. From the beginning the intelligence members were targeting the minister's car by punching holes in the injector hose so that the car had a fire while on the road. However, the plan failed when the driver realized the smell of gasoline from the car engine. Okay, it doesn't matter he still has a thousand and one ways to do another act.

It was previously rumored that the minister would travel long distances to attend important meetings with several state officials. Because his job is to follow and monitor the target of course he follows it wherever the perpetrator goes. While conducting reconnaissance, the main road through Minister Jimmy is expected to be completely jammed due to the repair of culverts.

At first he was disappointed that his plan had failed, but when he saw an Ethanol transport truck side by side with the perpetrator's car, he felt a breath of fresh air. The gas tank belonging to someone in the narrow alley was used as a trigger material for fires and explosions. Ethanol itself is a flammable chemical, plus the heat condition of the car engine will accelerate the process of propagating the fire so as to produce a fire and a large explosion. Ow, that's very clever of this guy. And also the circumstances in his favor.

Huh~ Mission complete.

It's time to wait for hot news about the fucking corruptor's death. Various news platforms must have spread this incident in a few minutes. Ah~ time to relax enjoy a cup of tea while staring at the blue sky. The man crossed his legs on the table, he was impatiently waiting for news of the death of Minister Jimmy. A man like him deserves a good lesson.

"Kevin Noah!"

The one who was called turned his head, he immediately stood up straight when he heard a voice that was familiar to him. Yep, his name is Kevin Noah, an intelligence member who served directly in the field. Men with brown colored hair spruce. His appearance does not reflect that of a police officer. Like the millennial generation today. Kevin is one of those cops who is far from 'discipline', he always acts in his own way. For example, like that.

Police Commissioner General Arthur Ryu came to his room suddenly. You're finished, Kevin. He must have known what you've done (a wicked laughing author).

"What else are you doing?"

Huff~ Kevin breathed a long breath, he did not look scared at all when approached by his superiors. Yeah, because Kevin himself is Arthur's confidant. The commissioner has already memorized the way it works. The man in the neat uniform grabbed the television remote, then picked a news channel. Kevin smiled sinlessly at the presenter reading the news of Minister Jimmy's death.

"Kevin, you've always made me rise in blood. Didn't I ever say don't do anything outside the rules—don't smile, it's not fun. I know it's you, so don't dodge it."

Kevin chuckled while putting on a big smile. "I'm sorry, sir, but I think this action is appropriate for the heart-wrenching,"

"What's? Started defending themselves? Now think after this incident surely they will investigate the case to completion. And what if you get dragged into this case, what can I do to defend you?"

"So calm, I did it neatly as usual. I've prepared myself if law enforcement drags me on this case."

Kevin poured tea on an empty cup, then allowed the boss to sit back with him.

"The reason I did it was so that the sycophant immediately felt the appropriate torment. I'm not sure if the law enforcement in this country gave him a reply worth—oh, it's really sad." said Kevin vented his emotions.

Commissioner Arthur feels there is a point in Kevin doing the act of extreme, he also knows how justice in his country. Corruptors are given sentences that are not in accordance with the crime, while other cases such as a grandmother who plucked oranges in the garden of people get a sentence of 10 years in prison. Crazy, compared to the corruptors who have swallowed money for the poor with a total of billions actually got a discount on the period of confinement. Very funny in their country.

"But you also killed the innocent people around him,"

"They're going to heaven, you take it easy."

Commissioner Arthur gaped at the insolent boy's words. Who can be sure that they will go to heaven? The fire and explosion killed several people around the scene. Kevin is crazy, and somehow up until now Arthur maintains a guy like him (crazy intelligence, that's what he calls it).

"No-no, I won't be affected by your words anymore. Kevin, from now on act according to the provisions. Don't break the rules, otherwise I'll assign you to the county office. You gotit?"

"What's? Yah—why is a father like this? Ah, this is not fair. You kind of locked me in a cage. Come on, sir." whine.

"Kevin, you have to understand. All this time you've been my confidant, and in return you have to obey what I command."

Kevin rolled his eyes lazily. "Ah—ya alright, sir."

"And one more, there's a new assignment for you."

Has not been able to finish his speech, now Kevin got a sharp gaze from the superior. Okay, well time to shut up to hear all the advice from this old man.

"Lately there has been a burglary of bodies that took place at the Angeles public cemetery. Until entering this third week the local police have not found a bright spot, so I will send you on duty this time."

"So it's my job to hunt down a corpse thief?"

Kevin doesn't believe in his job this time. What other crime act is this? What a lack of work the lunatics are, why steal the bones that have been mixed with the ground. This is not Kevin's style. He wanted to reject it, but the commissioner would lecture him for hours. Already rather than hearing the babble that made his ears ring better Kevin immediately prepared to run the task.

Kevin feels very excited when he gets a task related to physical strength (he likes fighting). For him to rack his brains, strategize and fight with the villains is the most fun thing. He was quite superior in physical combat, let alone his brain. Kevin has the ability to fight by combining existing situations. Although he often excelled in battle, it was not that he had never experienced such a miserable thing. While running an errand, he suffered a stab wound to his left abdomen. One of his kidneys was damaged. He is currently living with one functioning kidney.

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Prosecutor Val tidied up his tie after getting out of the car. He glanced at the rearview mirror to stare at his slightly scarred face. His right cheek was plastered and his temple looked scratched with blood that had dried up. Yesterday's incident scared him a little, he and Gavin were tortured by invisible creatures. While stepping his feet towards the building, he was stopped by a black masked man.

"Stop," the man opened the hood of his jacket and mask. It was Gavin.

"From today I don't want to obey your will. Whatever, if you want to report my scandal. However, obviously I don't want to be in touch again after yesterday."

Prosecutor Val responded with a faint smile.

"You see? Because of you I almost died in vain. And from now on don't look for me, Mr. Val Destavin. See you," Gavin ended his speech, then left.

Prosecutor Dariel was standing behind them. He heard all the words from the doctor, as the first person to handle the case of course Dariel first experienced the same thing. Even more than the two people felt. Every day in terror and tortured until he suffered a broken shoulder.

"My advice, just stop this investigation. Or else you're going to experience something that you never thought of in your life, Attorney Val." Dariel said.

"You?" Val smiled with disdain. "It's none of your business anymore about this case. I won't retreat even if my enemy is a monster,"

Arrogantly, Val ignores Dariel's warning, but it is not important that he warns the man. Dariel just didn't want the Carrolyna case to be long-tail and involve a lot of people, or there would be a hassle to solve it. Like looking for needles stacked straw, it is difficult and takes a long time. She's secretly worried about Val's safety, eh no! That means Dariel will definitely continue to be bullied by the creature, even though he already has nothing to do with the Carrolyna case.

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Kevin whistled while enjoying the atmosphere this afternoon, he looked relaxed when he should have gone on errands. He invites his partner to find dinner in the street food area (that's not the goal, you know Kevin must be looking for something). When passing through the T-junction, accidentally his eyes saw some people were fighting in a dead end alley. He walked back to make sure.

The robbers were beating up a man dressed in a beach shirt. They beat him mercilessly making the victim suffered severe injuries. Kevin walked up to the men, he crossed his arms while watching the violent scene. One of the hoodlums realizes Kevin's presence, he stops his activities.

"Who are you?"

"Abspect," replied Kevin.

"Go away or else you'll have the same fate as this man,"

"I don't want— better continue your activities. Beat him to death, and after that I can get you to the bars." Kevin said.

The red-haired brat underestimated him. He spat in front of him, then hit Kevin with all his might. Instantly the cheek of intelligence was flushed due to the hard hit from the big hands of the hoodlum. He did not accept being insulted like this. They fought fiercely, Kevin was surrounded by his friends. However, he was able to make them lie on the ground.

"State Intelligence Agency, Kevin Noah." He introduced himself by showing him a membership card. To his surprise, he walked backwards while holding his cramped stomach from Kevin's punch.

"Senior?" Calling a man, his breath seemed to hunt. "I'm looking for you, and it turns out here-,"

"Let's go," asked Kevin, he let the wands go free.

"Eh? What happened senior? They beat up somebody, I'll-,"

"Leave it. Someday they will be repented. Come on, go." Kevin pulled his friend.

"But why did you let it? We can catch them,"

"My target is a high-class criminal not a low-level criminal, very much a loss if you catch people like them. Street dust is not Kevin Noah's food,"