The plot unfolds.

Alex PVs

"Hello! The news, Emergency in Dallas, is starting now. I'm your humble presenter Jack, bringing you breaking news.

Former cattle industry billionaire Rede Bama dies today! He was found dead this morning in his office.

The information released by the police is suspicion of suicide but does not rule out any possibility.

Red Bama was a man who built his fortune in an ambitious and unscrupulous way over the last 40 years and died yesterday, at age 65, Red Bama had many enemies..."

I was struck by the way these newspapers smoothly distort things and control public opinion. But it's in my favor this time, so I'm not going to complain, now I just have to take care of Red Bama Junior, which isn't a big problem, it's at most a nuisance, a nuisance that I'm going to throw to someone else. "Hello? Is that Millos?"

A slightly intoxicated voice comes out of the phone. "Calm down, don't you know what time it is?

You dialed my number, who did you expect to answer besides me?"

I don't know why every time I call this guy I want to fill his face with holes, I think it's his sarcastic comments or maybe his threats, who knows. "Shut up old man! It's 11:00 in the morning! You're a goddamn Russian, why are you sleeping?"

Millos laughed and said. "My daughter ran away last night so I got mad and ended up in a bar, moral of the story... Don't mix drinks in Mexico."

I almost felt sorry for this old man, but that's it, it was an almost. "Okay, how about you work on forgetting the sadness?"

Berlin gets angry and says. "Fuck you, Alex! Do you still have a heart?"

I laughed at his words. "Hahaha... Did you forget, old man? I know your daughter, and I know why she doesn't want you in her life.

The life we ​​lead does not allow us to have a family. You may already know this, you may not admit it, but you know it better than anyone."

Berlin sighs. "Okay... What do you have for me?"

"Hahaha... Nothing too difficult, it's just a worm.

I need you to kill a guy and make it look like it was an accusation, some sort of hate crime, you know?"

"I think I know who you're talking about, it's the son of the big shot you blacked out, right?"

"I like talking to smart people!

That's right, but you can't touch the mother, I promised the dead."

"Fine, leave it to me, after all, it's rare for you to ask me for anything."

"I'm looking forward to good news then!"

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"Hello! The news, Emergency in Dallas, is starting now. I'm your humble presenter Jack, bringing you breaking news.

Yesterday we brought you news about the death of Red Bama, the Bama Industries Billionaire. As you all know, the Bama family is at the center of the media for many reasons, yesterday we spoke about the tragic death of 65-year-old Red Bama Senior. And today we are sad to announce that Red Bama Junior left us this morning, at age 30 he was brutally murdered in his home in New York..."

Bob Lee. "Hey, Alex! This is your fault, isn't it?"

I smiled and said. "Ahh... Forget that story, I can't believe everything the media says. I heard that an old friend from the army contacted you recently, am I right?"

Bob Lee gave a wry smile. "Well, if you don't want to go into details, that's fine.

You're right, it was my captain Isaac Johnson.

When you told me you'd be someone you know, I didn't think you'd be someone so close..."

"I'm not surprised Isaac Johnson served under me. Nobody knows more than I do how ambitious this guy is. Being part of an organization like this comes naturally to him.

Worst of all, he's not a bad person, he's just seeing things from a different perspective and doesn't see other ways to achieve his goals. Glad it's him."

Bob is surprised by my words. "So what are we going to do?"

"Simple, let's go with the plan. Nothing has changed, you will play the game and I will monitor you, when "D" day comes you will be at FBI headquarters while I will be your doppelganger."

Bob gets frustrated. "You don't have to keep repeating the plan all the time!"

"Sorry, you can call him now and tell him you're in. Don't forget to record everything, every word, every face, and every information they give you."

Bob picks up the phone and dials. "Isaac? It's me, I'm in!"

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(Y/N: Pass your POWER STONES or Isaac Johnson will eat your cookies and tell your mom it was you!)