Chapter 46

Sam entered one of the government buildings where they held their secret meetings. He was wearing a long dark coat that covered him from head to knee.

The bald man, Hayashi, had called for a secret meeting of the NSCJ to discuss a very important matter.

Taking Tony's appearance, Sam entered the building with Hayashi.

At the gate, a security guard stopped Sam and was about to scan him.

Hayashi raised his hand. "No need, he's my own bodyguard."

"I see. Have a good day, Mr. Hayashi."

Sam gave the security guard a sidelong glance. This is what happens when employees fear losing their jobs. Their boss can let a man loaded with bombs enter a building full of important figures who run the country's security.

Who would have expected that such a twist could happen at any given time?

Sam entered with Hayashi. The room was filled with people. Someone was the manager of the police. Some managed the army. Many held important roles.

When they saw Sam entering with Hayashi, they stared at Sam as if he were a ghost.

Sam ignored their gazes and took the main seat. He noticed that there was a candy in the middle of the table. He picked one up, opened it, and put it in his mouth. Then he put his legs on the table and reclined, Toby Maguire style.

"What are you doing!? Do you know where you are, kid?"

"Hayashi! What's the meaning of this?"

Sam looked at the council. "You guys know that you tried to kill me, right? So don't shout."

"You realize what rules you're breaking? You'll be spending the rest of your life in jail." One of them threatened.

Sam exhaled a long sigh. "I'm wondering what your expectation is? You shout, I cry and apologize."

Sam started unbuttoning his coat. "You know, guys, if you're trying to kill me, then I won't have much of a life anyway."

"So, why not die while taking some of the sons of bitches to hell with me?" Sam finished opening his vest.

He was surrounded by bombs. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a trigger.

The people in the room went silent.

One of them took a step forward. "Even if you killed us, that won't solve anything. So, let's try to resolve this another way."

"How will you solve it?" Sam asked.

"We can forget this, send you to another country, and give you a huge sum of money in exchange for you not coming back to this country."

Sam examined the man who suggested this. He smirked. "A typical politician. They see the media and think that people are fools to believe in their lies."

He then pressed the trigger slowly.

From the door, Makima entered rushing and extended her hand at Sam. "Stop!"

"Makima! Stop your employee. You're the Control Devil. Control him."

"Unfortunately, he's uncontrollable."

"Unbelievable. We gave you so much power and boosted your ego so that such a situation wouldn't happen again."

Makima shrugged. "Can't help it. If I'm lying, then it's a breach of my contract, and by default, I should be dead."

Makima then looked at Sam. "What will it take for you to stop?"

"I'll only negotiate with you for their lives."

The government officials looked back and forth between Sam and Makima.

The acting was good, but the dialogue was cheap.

One of them sat and said, "Shit… we're being scammed."

"Makima, you did it, didn't you?" another added. "You're the one who is orchestrating everything."

Sam shook his head. "So, because I'm doing this to the people who want to kill me means I'm being controlled. Oh, please. I'd do it for free."

Makima smiled coldly. "I can't control him. But now, your lives depend on me."

She extended her finger at them. "Now, be good boys and shut up."

Their stares went blank. Makima extended her finger, releasing a chain-like substance that entered their brains. "All I need to do now is modify their memories and feelings, and they will be as obedient as puppies trained from childhood."

"You can do that? Making someone live an illusion?" Sam asked.

Makima nodded.

"You'd make a huge sum of money if you helped people realize their fetishes." Sam grabbed another candy and put it in his mouth.

Makima sighed and shook her head. "You haven't changed at all."

'Man, it's nice to have no enemies,' Sam thought. 'Here it comes, my long vacation.'

"So, you're thinking about your vacation?" Makima asked.

Sam looked at Makima suspiciously. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a candy that can protect him from any devilish effects, and he put it in his mouth.

When he put it in, nothing from his memories changed. So, he was just fine.

But he had to ask. "Did you just?"

"Read your mind? No. It's written all over your face," Makima said. "It's like an old circus trick."

"Are you controlling me without me realizing it?" Sam had to ask.

Makima chuckled. "No. Technically, I'm your boss. So, I'm in control, and you realize that."

"Technically," Sam replied as he sighed in relief and took the candy out of his mouth.

He had almost thought for a second that he might be controlled against his will.

Man, if there were a devil named after conspiracy theories, it would be very powerful.

"Whatever," Sam said. "At least, I can relax."

Ignoring all the people in the meeting room, Makima sat next to Sam on the table.

"So, earlier, about what you said."

"What?" Sam was a bit confused. He had said many things.

Makima made her finger run through his neck. "You know. The married man's life. His wife sucks him dry and then feeds him."

'That's called comedy, right?'

Sam forced a small laugh. "I'm a bit too young to get married, aren't I?"

Sam observed as she ran her finger down.

"No. You're a fully grown adult," Makima said, her finger reaching his abs, which gave Sam a sensational feeling. "You're already doing adult stuff, aren't you?"

Her finger went lower, and her hand got a hold of his bulge. Sam opened his eyes widely.

He just nodded at her question. Man, the way she was taking initiative and taking control, she surely earned the Control Devil's name.

"And we can start a family." Makima pressed harder against his bulge, holding firmly around her groins.

Sam put his hand behind her head, trying to pull her closer. But she placed her hand on his chest and pushed, saying, "Let me take care of you." Then, she sat on his crotch.

"Makima, I think you know I'm involved with other people," Sam said. It felt wrong to allow Makima to please him.

"They're just friends, aren't they?" she replied.

Okay, it felt less wrong now.

But still.

"I don't think we should do this in front of all these people."

"Hush."

Before he could say anything, Makima sealed his lips with hers. Then she flicked her free finger, and the audience in the room left them alone. Then, she started untying his fake bomb vest and pushed it to the side. Sam's phone and Makima's started ringing. But both of them ignored their phones. Sam was taken by the moment, and all he could think of, 'Tony's phone ringing, Makima's ringing at the same time. Guess some bad shit is happening. life was bad, so fuck it. I'll enjoy this for now.'