4

My eyebrows were almost raised when we reached the place where I would be staying for the mission. I thought I would live in a tall building but I didn't seem to read what was written in the folder because of the excitement.

I saw small houses. They are made of cement and come in different colors. It's not small and there seems to be something to be proud of.

There is also a store in the middle and there are two chairs placed there where people are sitting. Opposite was a park. And on the other side, there is a gate. You can see from here the towering houses.

Ryan shook his head as he also looked outside. "Looks like you haven't read your mission well," he said.

I shook my head too. "I'm sorry, Ryan. My hand is really itchy," After I said that I immediately picked up the folder in the back.

I was almost depressed because of what I read.

I have to pretend to be a normal citizen. So, I need to associate with them so I can accomplish the mission? Oh, god.

How do I interact in this state? They might just taste the ferocity of my mouth. It has never had a brake.

I looked out the window again. I can see from here the children playing in the park. It's already at six o'clock in the evening. I stared at a family laughing happily. They are on their way home. A father carries his small child. I couldn't help but remember the happy memories of dad and I had. I was just shaken by those memories. I have to put that aside to get the justice I demand.

Ryan held out a gun in front of me causing me to turn to him. "What's this for?" I asked him with a frown.

"What is a gun used for?" he even laugh while asking that.

"I know, motherfucker," I said and looked at the gun again. "Because I already have it, so—."

"Incase you lose your gun," he replied and handed me the gun again. "Please take care of that. That gun is mine."

I couldn't do anything if I didn't take that. I stared outside for a few more minutes before I turned the door out. Ryan came out as well and followed me to the back of the car. I grabbed the suitcase and bag.

"Come back, Marky," Ryan said to me as he dropped the suitcase on the floor. "I will wait for you." It's poor droning. I could see his soft expression again.

During our time as friends he never really learned to control his emotions. He once failed in the mission because of the softness of his heart. So Uncle thought of putting him in Cyril's team.

I nodded at him in response. I held the suitcase. I was about to walk when he stopped me.

"P-Promise me you will comeback," he said in a weak way.

"Yes," I answered. I raised my hand and presented him with my little finger. "Promise."

He smiled and was about to turn away. But this time it was me who stopped him.

"Ryan, please watch Cyril again."

He nodded. "I will."

Ryan's car left.

I gasped.

This is the right time.

I will hide my identity again. I'm going to put aside the stubborn and unbridled mouth of a Marko. I have to pretend to be Miss prim and proper. I have to be respectful even against my will.

I started walking closer to the people who were talking.

Three women who I think are old and have a family already. Beside them are three men who I think are their husband, including the other women that also peeked into the hole of the store. It's afternoon and they still seem to be gossiping.

I took the paper out of my pocket. "I-is the Perez Compound here?" I speak weakly. And this is where my impersonation begins.

They immediately nodded. "Here it is, young man," women replied inside the store.

A woman looked at the suitcase I was carrying. "Wait, are you the new tenant?" he asked in a narrow -eyed question.

I want to roll my eyes. I wanted to reply with a rebuke but because I was already starting to pretend I just nodded.

"Your lucky. Anyway, I'm Asyong, gardener of Perez."

My suspicion is correct. It seems that the people living in this compound are workers of Perez.

I was about to speak when we heard a voice behind me.

"Are you Mr. Mel Villanueva?"

I looked at the source of the voice. I immediately saw an elderly man. Its hair is white but you can still see its strong body.

Against my will I bowed. "Yes."

I was a little confused when the people I was talking to suddenly bowed.

"Good morming, master."

"Good morning, master."

"Good morning."

It just entered my mind who the person in front of me was.

Mr. Renato Baltazar.

One of his pictures caught my eye on the first page of the folder. He is currently in charge of this area. He handle this compound. He is one of the trustees of the demons. The right hand of the Perez.

My blood heats up immediately. I couldn’t help but be cursed in my mind. The bloodline really works, huh?

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. Don’t eat your in anger, Marko. You need to be focused so that you can accomplish what you plan.

I looked again at the man in front of me. He was wearing a polo and it was tucked-in to his black pants.

It’s true what they say.

The Perez seem to be living a normal life. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone living here is purely Perez workers. Now I know why they want me to stay here in the compound.

"Come with me. I will take you to your place," he said.

On my mission, I will only be a tenant. I will pretend to be a teacher for a week and after that I will pretend to have lost my job. And of course the latter, I will beg to enter their company. And after that ... boom! Very simple.

I just need to tune in as I have done in previous missions. I have to be careful. I need to stick to my plan.

I followed him until we stopped at a simple house. The color is simple. There are two floors. Enough for a tenant like me.

It handed me the key. "Just tell me when you need something, I'm just across the street," he said.

"S-sure."

He walked but immediately turned around. "By the way, you can also ask the people here. Don't be shy. Those people are kind," he added before finally leaving.

I couldn’t help but laugh in my mind.

Kind?

Really?

Moron.

I finally got inside. I couldn’t help but be amazed. The interior of the house seems to have something to say.

It looks simple on the outside but when you are a simple citizen and you go inside you will really be amazed. Blue sofa that I think is paired with the color of the wall. Round table similar to the colors here. Paintings on the side that added comfort to my eyes. There were plants in the open window and there was a bookshelf on the side of the T.V.

I closed the door and left the suitcase on the sofa. I walked towards the kitchen. I was no longer surprised to it's color. As in the living room most of the furniture here is blue.

I couldn’t help but be embarrassed. Jusq! I hate blue!

The equipment here is complete. And what’s even funnier is that the fridge is almost full as well. It seems that it was included in what Uncle paid.

I decided to just eat noodles. I am lazy to cook because of the tiring trip. One more thing, I need to prepare my things. I might just be surprised one day that someone came into this house and killed me. That thing is not impossible because I am in the cave of the Perezs.

When I finished I immediately picked up the suitcase and bag on the sofa. I went up to the bedroom and when I opened the door I stopped my step. I wondered as I looked at the papers placed on top of the bed.

My eyes rolled again.

Why didn't they just put it in the suitcase earlier?

It looks like this is the other hardcopy of my mission.

I took my laptop out of the bag I was carrying. I immediately opened it and I was not mistaken.

I looked at the papers.

I frowned at what I saw. I took the cellphone out of my pocket. I dialed Cyril's number.

"How's the trip?" he asked.

I looked again at the paper in my hand. "Is it true that the demon has a child?" I immediately asked.

"I wouldn't have told you, uncle was too stupid."

I looked at the picture again. The child is only five years old. And it says in the paper that its mother has died. But there seems to be problem in my plan. At the bottom of the paper there is a picture of the woman. It is said that this is the child's stepmom.

Miracle. That demon stayed with a woman?

"Have you read the papers there?" Cyril's question brought me back to reality.

"Yeah, that asshole. It looks like the plan I had in mind would change," I replied.

I heard his laughter on the other line. "Bitch, there's trouble in the seventh region. You're crazy, a lot of people are looking for you now! It looks like you're the content of the underground site again!"

I did not answer and turned off the call.

I don't have time to think about the underground site anymore. I need to think of another plan.

I looked at the paper again. My eyes went to the man in the tuxedo. I could feel from this picture the very strong aura. From its bearing to his mustache that gives exasperation to his face.

The heat went up in my head.

Coming soon, Mr. JACOB PEREZ, very soon.