Novel & Cerita Who Is The Masked Officer In Squid Game 2

He put his hand over my mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm police officer Marco Cross." He slowly took his hand off of me after I calmed down. So I asked, "What are you doing here?" Upon opening the door to my room, I noticed a black figurine in the backdrop, which gave the impression that he was an invader. He put his hand over my mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm police officer Marco Cross." After I calmed down, he slowly took his hand off of me, and I asked, "What are you doing here?"

•••QUINN••• I wore a baseball cap and a nose mask obviously while helping Maria at the cafe there were not that much people only four, three girls and a man who just ordered only plain coffee, i went up to Maria who was reading some kind of magazine. "I'm done delivering orders..." i said itching my neck since i settle for a turtle neck to hide Seth's hickey, the door leading to the garage revealed Erwin who was clad in black, he wore a black nose mask, his eyes looked souless and unexcited as he trail down to our direction, i heard a few mummurs from the girls who were eyeing Erwin, i scoff uninterested elbowing the counter.

The police officer, a stoic figure with weary eyes, nodded, allowing us to enter the room. The air inside was cold, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glare on the screens. As the staff member pressed play, a wave of nausea washed over me, leaving me trembling. The grainy footage flickered to life, showing Marco, my precious boy, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. A woman, her face obscured by a ball cap and a black mask, approached him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her voice a hushed whisper that I couldn't decipher. She spoke to Marco, her words lost in the static of the video, before offering him a handful of toys.

“I said freeze. I’m going to taser you if you don’t stop.” The younger of the two officers hesitated, looking down at Brian with a giddy sort of expression. “Brian Sinclair. The lead guitarist of Sinners?” “Be a fan boy later,” Myrna said. “That dickhead you let escape broke Brian’s hand. Are you just going to let him get away?” The officer’s eyebrows drew together. “I’ll take him down,” he said and headed after his partner. The sound of electrical crackling carried down the hallway, followed by a yelp of pain.

The two squatted down and, under Amanda's direction, slowly felt for the edges starting from the man's neck. It was a very close-fitting silicone mask, as thin as a cicada's wing. It was completely undetectable unless you looked closely. And they had made it very exaggeratedly, hiding the entire face under the clothes, both top and bottom. Aside from being a little unnaturally white, the face was so realistic that no one suspected anything. But you could still see places where the color was different from his real skin. The two police officers rubbed it with their hands and, sure enough, they rubbed up a thin layer of something.

" A security officer joined us as he banged on his tablet, showing us the footage. Three people, hoodies, wolf masks, packing coordinated precision, taking turns opening the door while one keeps watch. They were aware of the cameras, they knew how to conceal their faces and they had a precise time-limit before security would come. "Professional," Asher muttered. "Or quite adept," the officer corrected. "We're cross-referencing the footage with known pack members, but with the masks..." "It's Sebastian," I said flatly.

Was anyone missing? "Alpha King-elect Sylvester Sterling," the guard standing behind me bellows as the door hits the wall. I turn to see a sharply dressed officer wearing a freshly ironed uniform, his badge, marking him as the sergeant in charge of this squad, shining as brightly as the gold rims of his glasses. "You are under arrest for accusation of murder."

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

But as the men began to disperse, a new figure stepped out of the shadows. He wore a pure black mask with no silver accents. Taller than the others. More commanding. He removed the mask slowly. It was Damien Sinclair. He looked at me, then at Elias, his expression unreadable. “So,” Damien said coldly, “you were the puppet master all along, Professor.” Elias smiled. “And you were just another player in my game.” Damien’s eyes moved to me, lying there covered in cum, smiling blissfully. He extended his hand.

The group leader, still in a state of high alert, nodded, acknowledging the urgency in the scarred man's tone. As he reached for the mouse, intending to access the security footage, a sudden tension seized the room. The group leader, sensing a presence, turned around slowly. There, standing in the confined space, was a figure in a waiter's dress, face obscured by a white mask. The group leader's eyes widened with shock and realization.