LOGINJack Black stared at each of the five men lined up before him—a selection from his total roster of twenty-five operatives. His gaze settled on one particular subordinate who had joined the company merely two months prior: Brandon.
He scanned the young man from head to toe. Standing tall and powerfully built at twenty-five years old, Brandon presented an imposing presence.
His hair was neatly combed, framing an oval face with smooth tan skin and a sharp, defined nose. His expression remained utterly cold and reserved. While a faint spark usually resided in his eyes, whenever his lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze hardened—making him appear all the more fierce and unapproachable.
At a glance, Jack Black couldn't help but think that Brandon fit the exact profile of a ruthless hitman, carrying an aura that suggested a complete absence of mercy.
His short-sleeved dress shirt hugged his well-proportioned, solid torso, paired with fitted jeans that accentuated his long, powerful legs—clear indicators of someone subjected to relentless, intense physical conditioning.
Jack Black nodded slowly, having clearly made up his mind regarding the young operative.
"Brandon, you and Toni are assigned to guard a princess from the Middle East. I expect absolute dedication from both of you. If the princess you're protecting suffers so much as a scratch—or worse, gets kidnapped—your heads will be on the chopping block!" Jack Black’s voice rang out crisp and authoritative as he locked eyes with the two men standing at attention before him.
"Understood, boss!" Brandon and Toni responded almost in unison.
Jack Black held complete confidence in their ability to carry out the assignment.
This contract was a massive opportunity—sourced directly from the Embassy of the United Arab Emirates, requesting high-level personal security for an important dignitary visiting from the wealthy Middle Eastern nation.
"She is the wife of 'the Sultan' of the UAE, and she requested two bodyguards to accompany her on a full two-week tour covering Jakarta, Bandung, Bali, and Manado. Her criteria were explicit: young, handsome, polished, physically strong, highly skilled in driving and martial arts, and above all, fluent in English—with Arabic as an added bonus," the embassy envoy had instructed.
Out of his twenty-five bodyguards, Jack Black considered Brandon and Toni to be the most visually striking.
If drawn to a direct comparison, Brandon was arguably the most handsome of the two, though his demeanor remained strictly ice-cold. Toni, on the other hand, carried an approachable, warm smile that enhanced his charismatic appeal.
Both men possessed tall, athletic builds, though Toni was significantly bulkier—earning him the nickname 'Hulk.' While Brandon was equally muscular, his frame was leaner and more agile, earning him the moniker 'The Operative' in nod to his tactical background.
Moreover, Brandon was a master marksman with exceptional firearm proficiency—a reputation well-known among the squad, given his past as an elite tactical officer before his discharge from the force.
Two days later, Brandon and Toni were stationed at the VIP Terminal of Soekarno-Hatta International Airport. In accordance with the contract specifications, both were dressed sharply in stylish suits without ties.
Toni was casually chatting on his smartphone to pass the time, whereas Brandon remained completely composed and silent, his sharp eyes periodically scanning the VIP arrival gates.
Both had been selected primarily for their fluency in English, a skill set where many of Jack Black’s other men fell short.
The client they were waiting for finally arrived, having traveled aboard Emirates Business Class.
Toni immediately ended his call and snapped to attention alongside Brandon. The incoming group strolled out casually, consisting of only three people: two women and one man.
"Ah, you must be the bodyguards assigned to protect Princess Zeremiah?" greeted the man—evidently the client's executive assistant—speaking fluent English sprinkled with a light Arabic cadence.
"Yes, sir. I’m Toni, and this is my partner, Brandon," Toni introduced smoothly.
TO BE CONTINUED
Jack Black stared at each of the five men lined up before him—a selection from his total roster of twenty-five operatives. His gaze settled on one particular subordinate who had joined the company merely two months prior: Brandon.He scanned the young man from head to toe. Standing tall and powerfully built at twenty-five years old, Brandon presented an imposing presence.His hair was neatly combed, framing an oval face with smooth tan skin and a sharp, defined nose. His expression remained utterly cold and reserved. While a faint spark usually resided in his eyes, whenever his lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze hardened—making him appear all the more fierce and unapproachable.At a glance, Jack Black couldn't help but think that Brandon fit the exact profile of a ruthless hitman, carrying an aura that suggested a complete absence of mercy.His short-sleeved dress shirt hugged his well-proportioned, solid torso, paired with fitted jeans that accentuated his long, powerful legs—c
“Yes, sir…!” Brandon replied curtly.Jack Black stared piercingly at Brandon once again, noting internally that the young man before him possessed an unshakeable resolve and a dangerous, reckless edge.Jack Black was a former military officer who had pivoted to running a private security firm, providing bodyguards for anyone willing to hire them.His final rank in the military had been Captain. He had served ten years in prison for killing a man, an incident that also led to his dishonorable discharge from the armed forces.Upon his release from prison, he reconnected with an old comrade who had since been promoted to Brigadier General. Through this friend, Jack Black was offered a job as a bodyguard for a high-profile businessman with a long list of enemies.Born Jack Samuel, he earned the moniker "Jack Black" due to his dark, Eastern Indonesian complexion.When his contract with the businessman expired, the client advised him to launch his own bodyguard agency.Taking the advice to
“Thank you so much for helping me, mister. My name is Novia. Who are you? Are you really a former cop, like those two officers said earlier?” she asked, looking at Brandon as he sat on a chair while she remained seated on the edge of the bed, since the room had no living room.“Yeah… I’m a former cop… who got fired. Just call me Brandon!” Brandon replied curtly.“Why did he treat you so rough, Novia? Who is that guy anyway? If you want to talk about it, go ahead. If not, that’s fine too,” Brandon said, his cold demeanor still lingering as he stared piercingly at Novia, who was dressed only in a loose house dress.“His name is Punang. He’s my ex-boyfriend. He has a violent temper, loves to drink, and works as an extortionist—basically a street thug. We broke up a long time ago. He wanted to get back together, but I refused. If I went back to him, he’d torture me to death. I don’t even know how he found out my address here, seeing as I’ve only lived in this boarding house for three mont
It was a blessing that his service pistol had already been returned to his unit. Had it been within arm's reach, he might have turned the weapon on himself in a moment of pure despair.Brandon had never been one for alcohol; he preferred hitting the gym or practicing karate to blow off steam. As he sat drowning in his frustration, a commotion erupted from the unit right next door.At first, Brandon tried to ignore it. But the noise quickly escalated into loud thuds, followed by the muffled sobs of a woman in distress.That was the breaking point. Brandon loathed nothing more than seeing a woman abused. Stepping out of his room, he followed the sound of the confrontation.The door to the neighboring unit stood ajar. Just inside, a man had his arm clamped tightly around a woman's neck in a brutal chokehold."What do you think you're doing, man? Let her go—you're going to suffocate her!" Brandon called out, his posture instantly reverting to that of an active officer.A few neighbors had
Police Senior Commissioner Roni stared into Brandon’s cold face. As an active detective in the criminal investigation division, he instantly picked up on the burning vengeance flickering in the young man's eyes—a deep resentment toward his former commanding officer, who had set him up during a drug bust operation, using him as a scapegoat to get him dishonorably discharged.After taking a sip of his drink and letting out a slow breath, Commissioner Roni asked what brought Brandon to see him.“I need a job, Commander!” Brandon replied flatly, skipping any pleasantries.“What kind of work are you looking for?”“Anything. I’ll even take a hitman gig if that’s what it takes!”Commissioner Roni recoiled slightly in surprise, then chuckled softly. He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Brandon, who took it without hesitation.“Would you be interested in working as a bodyguard?” Commissioner Roni offered. Brandon nodded immediately, no questions asked.“Hmm… alright, give me a moment.”
Before heading back, he took a moment to visit his mother’s grave one last time.“I promise you, Mom, I’ll pay back all your debts and return Dad’s money… I’m graduating from the academy in another year!” Brandon had vowed in his heart back then. Ever since that day, his once cheerful, warm face had turned cold and reserved.Brandon hadn't bothered saying goodbye to his father back then either. He had slipped away quietly, figuring it was pointless anyway—it would only trigger another outburst and berating from the man.What Brandon didn't know at the time was that the man wasn't his biological father. When Bahar married his mother—a former overseas domestic worker in Malaysia—she was already pregnant. Upon getting married, she decided to remain a homemaker rather than heading back overseas.Brandon had discovered the truth entirely by accident.It happened when he had returned home to hand-deliver an invitation to his police academy graduation, where he was set to be commissioned as







