Pak Polisi Novels & Stories

It's as if I'm involved in a drug cartel. "Good morning, Mrs. We, from the West Jakarta Police, would like to ask for your statement regarding the shooting on Thursday about four days ago." said one of the policemen with long hair tied in a horse. His face looked tired, but his voice was gentle. "With Mrs. Kayshila Citra Keswari? Right?" asked the cop in the white shirt with the words I Will SAVE You on it. His face is firm, and his skin is tan. "Yes, me. What should I explain, sir?"

The commissioner has ordered you to keep a stiff eye on you and your business, Pakhan," Mikhail let out a deep breath and nodded. “The Police are after Bratva, Pakhan!"

someone said over a loudspeaker. It seemed I recognized the owner's tone of voice. He indeed often represents the police, especially the East Java Regional Police, as a spokesperson. Yes, he was the Head of Public Relations of the East Java Regional Police, Grand Commissioner Police (GCP) Franz Labossy. Hearing that, the reporters rushed closer to the press conference table. There was a black band that divides the stage and the media. Five people are sitting parallel there. The first was, of course, GCP Franz and four other policemen - who seem to be the division of drugs, criminals, intelligence, and laboratories.