BAB I

"You will die in the end, Jean!"

The voice sounded trembling. An older man almost fell to his knees in terror at the silhouette in front of him who strolled like a model and was preparing her semi-automatic pistol to be loaded. The older man is getting cornered at his desk, watching his pride in the darkroom befriend the corpses of his expensive bodyguards.

His chance of escape was even more impossible.

"He will still betray you and will kill you soon," he said again, entirely ignored by the dangerous silhouette in front of him.

Sweat continued to slide from his shaved head, and the silhouette drew closer, "Jean ... please don't kill me!" he asked more and more frightened, rubbing his palms begging like a child.

There was a hiss of laughter from the silhouette before him. The man sat tense even more and got the bloodthirsty 'devil' gaze towards him, "It's not me who wants to kill you, but him. Begging him, so I don't kill you."

Jean's low laugh vanished.

With or without preparation, Jean immediately pulled the trigger of the gun straight into the head of the limp older man who sat in the corner of his desk. The sound of the final gunshot had echoed. Jean threw away the black gloves and headed for the painting that had a metal chest on the other side. Pressing the password button then took out a black wallet case filled with diamonds. Before closing it, Jean took a photo of herself and Him.

Jean smiled sarcastically and walked away without looking back at the older man, who was starting to lose consciousness from the shot she aimed at his shoulder.

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"I knew this was going to happen. Jean was going to betray us!"

A bearded man with eyes in line took a left following a black sports car that was speeding so fast. They were a little overwhelmed because the sports car was getting faster and faster and very agile to avoid the continuous shots they were aiming.

Jean, won't let himself get caught. The risk of his defection led to his pursuit.

"Shit! Jean didn't kill Mr Kim; why didn't she obey?"

He heard the one-eyed man next to him who kept on holding tight as he prepared a gun for him to launch at the sports car. From the passenger seat, the man spreads hot bullets on the sports car tires that Jean was carrying. Jean managed to dodge skillfully, swerved her steering wheel uphill towards the mountain. The one-eyed man didn't give up. Until one of the shots hit Jean's right car tire. The sports car rolled out of control. Jean cornered among the vehicles that are now surrounded behind her, while in front of her a ravine is ready to accommodate her in freefall to death.

"Come out, Jean! You can't go! Come back to him!" asked the bearded man while still pointing his semi-automatic weapon at the car.

Inside Jean took a teddy bear and tucked it in his black jacket. She dialled 911 from her cell phone and spoke to someone there. Pressing into gear, Jean slid toward the cliff while still calling. The men who surrounded her jumped when they saw Jean's car moving forward towards the ravine and fell into the river.

“Oh my gosh! What did she do?"

"Call for help. I'm sure she will not die so quickly like this, "said the one-eyed man called Bill by his partner. Meanwhile, the bearded man who was busy getting for help was named Sam.

Hours later, a corpse was found from inside a black sports car. The crowd of cars that were chasing Jean moved away from the riverbank where the police were tidying up the debris from the nearly destroyed car. News of Jean's death spreads throughout the 'black' world. Jean, the woman who killed her life, has ended tragically with the missing diamond with her.

Meanwhile, Sam and Bill hesitate to give news about Jean's death. Even though it seemed impossible, they confirmed it to a man who was sitting alone in a dim room.

Squeezed some of his knuckles because it was cold against the palm. Also, look at the photo of himself with Jean as a teenager. The same picture as the one Jean saw at the home of reporter Kim.

“She's dead, sir," said Sam fearfully.

No answer whatsoever came out of his black lips. With a slight sigh, the mysterious man pressed the edge of the chair with his nails that barely even fell off. From the corner of her eye also flowed tears that made her moan.

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Two years later

A girl in black with her back gripped her victim's neck hard. With the canines that she deliberately showed his victims shrank on the spot. Together with her two comrades, the girl who looked like the leader of the thugs ordered the others to take away all the valuables contained in her backpack. With one soft pat on the face, Yona - the victim - immediately sat down helplessly in the narrow alley of the city streets.

"Still dare to join in? It's still not enough! Get more money stupid!" cursed the leader of the gang while spitting gum marks on Yona's face.

Yona swallowed hard then straightened her face again - challenged, "Still! I'll find the money to be able to join you."

The gang leader lightly smacked Yona's cheek with a happy smile on her face. She snatched a few dollars from Yona's wallet and walked away. But after only a few steps she left Yona, a kick right in the buttocks hit her and knocked her tumbling onto the hard asphalt. The two members were surprised and immediately looked back, ready to reply.

"Sora?"

Yona shouted, who was also surprised to see her sister's action.

"So you brat girls who always blackmail my sister?" she shouted who was equally angry showing a face of anger and preparing to go back to beating up the punk girls. Unable to accept, the girl tattooed with flower petals on her wrist immediately got up with a bruise on her forehead, she took out a small knife from behind her pocket and pushed her opponent to the corner on the wall. Locking her with her body weight and threatening her with the blade as if preparing to gouge out Sora's eyes.

"Who are you, huh?"

The voice was filled with the ambition to tear its opponent to pieces. But Sora didn't flinch. She smiled a cynical smile which the delinquent girl responded with slowly shrinking guts.

Sora grabbed the blade with a grin that was no less terrible, "Do you want to taste death? Get out of the way now, or you'll get it in 5 seconds."

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TBC