Human Binary: The Unrivalled King of Technology

In another part of the vulture, smiles and laughter filled a room. A group of three old people were sitting in front of a young man, holding a cup of wine in their hands, spouting sweet words of praise toward the young man. Behind the young man were three hefty men with a cold, detached look. The young man tried to look so indifferent toward the flattering, but the glow in his eyes gives him away. 

"Mr. Wilson, what should we do with that girl?" with a glamorous smile Havid asked.

"Hold her in custody for two more days. If no one came for her. You can do anything you want with her. I can't bother myself bringing her back to HQ." Wilson responded, not looking at Havid.

"That makes sense. We will surely follow your advice." Happy House had a beautiful smile on her cherry lips. She winked at Wilson. Seeing this, it did not surprise Havid and Vulture for the past two days. They had seen how shameless Happy House could do. And this was nothing out of it.

Wilson looked at Happy House with no obvious reaction on his face. He continued to drink his wine, simply oblivious to Happy House advance. Vulture cleared his throat and looked at Wilson. "To show our gratitude, we will auction some of the confiscated stores. We've given Mr. Wilson 60 percent of the sales."

"Ok." Wilson looked at Vulture. "I will leave tonight. Makes every arrangement on time. There is no hidden power here that I can detect. So I won't bother staying." He stood up, preparing to leave.

"What about the factories in District 13. Are we going to leave them like?" Havid stood up with a hidden, cunning smile.

"Do what you want. But my share increased by 20%" Wilson left the room while giving Happy House a subtle glance.

Hahahahaha

"I know the PAR will never leave a stone unturned. We surely clean Vulture city from all the dark power." Havid added with a satisfying smile. "I'm thrilled that the PAR sends Mr. Wilson. Don't worry, we all agree on your terms. Besides, we will report good feedback to the HQ." he added.

Wilson didn't bother to look back, but his lips curled upward a bit. 'I really make a fortune in this backward place. Threat my foot. Let see the face of those people looking down on me when I return to HQ' A conniving smile appeared on his face. He looked at the three men following and said. "Do you see how I handle everything? That's how things are done in this lawless place. Hmm?"

The three nodded at once with a slight smile on their face. They're PAR apprentices. They need to follow a rank 1 PAR for a couple of months or years before they are allowed to promote to rank 1. The three thought they never will experience anything in Vulture. But they received the shock of their life. They always keep a poker face, but within, they saw PAR in another dimension. Keeping Law your Ass. Law only meant for the strong. 

If you're weak….. Estas Muerto. 

"Tell that woman to meet me in my room," Wilson whispered.

Havid and the others were discussing how to divide the properties in District 13 when a stoic man entered the room. They raised their head to look at the intruder, only to be meant by the cold gaze of the PAR apprentice. He walked proudly toward Happy House and whisper some words into her ears.

At once, a joyous smile appeared on her face. She looked at the apprentice and nodded. Immediately, the man left, not glancing at Vulture and Havid.

"What is that about?" Vulture questioned with his brow raised. 'Is that what I think it is.' He looked at Havid and their eyes met. Without talking, they communicate with their eyes. While Happy House was lost in her fantasy world.

"Don't butt in my business." She snorted, not seeing the gaze of both Vulture and Havid. "Let finish the meeting quickly. I have another appointment." She looked at the two. But found nothing amiss.

"Sure." Havid and Vulture responded at the same time. But the evil glint in their eyes brightened. 

  While the 3 strongest organizations were busy preparing how to divide District 13. District 13 was undergoing a monstrous change. The scary black men had appeared again. They visited the hook and cranny of District 13 while also cries of agony resounded every they go. District 13 was a secluded area. Nothing changes but the fresh atmosphere of district 13 ricked with blood as time passes. 

  Emma watched as the Five Guards massacred the spies. His face was devoid of any emotions. He saw some of the spy trying to escape using a secret tunnel but snickered. 'You come to my turf and think you can behave anyhow you like. Naïve.'

"Don't kill the spies alone. But everyone related to them. I want them to feel my rage."

[[On it… Analyzing….Tracking… Compiling…. Processing… Done.]]

[[Everyone related to the spies and the 3 organizations had been added to the list. I've forwarded the list and location to the Guards.]]

"Good!"

  "Please don't kill me!" A young man in rag cloth pleaded with tears in his eyes. 'How did they find me? No one could see past my disguise. Did the organization betray me? When I escape from here, I'll make sure those scoundrels never forget.' He knelt down, looking at the men in black with his best puppy eyes. 

"We receive a new mission. There're many rats to be flushed. We need to move quickly." The First Guard returned the small device in his hand back to his pocket.  He ignored the pleading man and looked at the other guards. "What do you think?" he looked at the bunch of corpses lying in their pool of blood.

"Two to go before we move to the next mission." Fifth Guard responded with a crisp voice.

"I know those people that threatened the organization will not have a good end." The Second Guards added.

"Yeah. Those people thought they're powerful. What a bunch of stupid people. They're dead without them knowing." Third Guard wiped the slight traces of blood from his suit.

"How many people do you think we will kill this time around?" Fifth Guard question with slight happiness in his voice.

"Why do you like killing so much…. But we're going to kill close to a measly thousand." The Seconds Guards answered, cleaning his rifle.

What!

A measly thousand!

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Estas Muerto: A Spanish language for you; You are Dead.