The house in Bukit Timah

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Originally Posted by Aqhee

Patiently waiting for update from my favorite writer!!!!

Me too, cheers!

[HaHooHa]

Excellent story TS, hoping for more updates

[Sigg4]

wahahaha I got a feeling yiling worked for Ron leh. Than Jane and hibiki is coming back to lead a group of ppl to hut down Owen. The beast within ended with sultan appearing and they start return fire from the chopper.boon they all also returning back to sg. But how to get Teng down leh? Is he also one of the member of Edward fernanda Chan?

[husky1shepherd4]

ron took the job back from owen
(so yiling kinda work with ron)

jane and hibiki is meeting welly chin on dec (so still got 9months)

correct me if im wrong
edward=dead (by jake tio & col james)
fernado=owen (still in hiding)
chan= ××××× (has he appear?)

[ninenine90]

i wonder if teng's chan. in his house, they saw a picture of him and owen. so teng and owen should be acquainted at least?

[husky1shepherd4]

what if chan is actually welly chin?

chin=陈=chan

that gonna be a fking plot twist bomb man

[sennheiser]

Originally Posted by husky1shepherd4

ron took the job back from owen
(so yiling kinda work with ron)

jane and hibiki is meeting welly chin on dec (so still got 9months)

correct me if im wrong
edward=dead (by jake tio & col james)
fernado=owen (still in hiding)
chan= ××××× (has he appear?)

Edward was killed in Malaysia. Just as he was about to kill Jim. He tio gun down by Boon and the other guys.

[madmen11]

"PM : You just woke a sleeping lion…"

Start of the counter-attacks?

[enelymgirl]

Support nice story here.

[ilikeoldchangke]

One of the terrorist started hammering the magnetic catch at the top of the glass panel, hoping that it will give way.

The leader among the terrorist , a dark skinned individual grabbed him man, trying to get them to snap out of their fear. He turned them around to face the 2 masked men who remained unmoving.


Leader : They’re just trying to scare you !!!! they’re just trying to scare you !!!!!

He started pushing his men 2 at a time towards the centre of the hall.

A few of them hesitated for a couple of seconds but seeing that the 2 masked men did not move, he decided to go for the kill.

Their half hearted cry accompanied their raised weapons as 4 of the terrorist went for the man carrying the 2m Kwandao. No one dared approach the butcher with the chain and cleaver in hand.


It was the logical choice to make in that situation, go for the less scary and smaller size one.

That decision turned out to be a decision that they would not be able to regret.

The leader grabbed and pushed all of his men forward while he himself remained by the glass door as I looked on.

The man with the kwandao took a step back while leaving the massive blade on the ground, unfazed by the approaching men. He held onto the handle end of the kwandao and timed it perfectly as he kicked the heavy weapon upwards, slicing the cheek of one of the terrorist off his face.

Before the lump of flesh touched the ground, he dashed back into the kill zone with both hands on his kwandao. He swept one attacker off his feet with the end of the kwandao, parried the slash of a machete with his blade, before throwing the whole weapon horizontally at the remaining terrorist.

The last man tried to hold onto the weapon without knowing how heavy it is. The moment he held onto it, he staggered backwards as the blade part of the weapon fell on the floor like a gym goer overestimating the amount of weights he could lift.


The owner of the blade delivered a perfect uppercut, dislodging the terrorist’s hold of the blade and sending him at least 15cm off the ground. The masked men grabbed onto his kwandao and angled the blade to cover his face the same time the machete he parried from the first strike made a 2nd attempt.

He face fuck the attacker with the side of the massive weapon and swung it with such force that it ripped open the stomach of the man he tripped onto the ground earlier as he tried to get back up.

Completing the swing of his kwandao, he lodged it into the side of the man wielding the machete, spilling blood and flesh onto the pants and shoes of the teacher with her cap pulled low.

Jackson : Jesus…..

It happened all within 1 smooth strike.

He took out 4 men at once.

There’s no hesitation, no mercy.


The leader pushed 6 men towards the scary looking butcher who had coiled up the chain around his right arm while his friend fought.

The butcher’s roar could be heard through the glass panels and the late night commercials that is showing on TV after the prime minister’s speech.

Blocking metal rods and machetes with this arm that is encased with metal chains, he swung his cleaver, separating limbs from bodies as easily as a sushi chef removing chunks of fish for your dinner plate.

A man suffered his kick and the force knocked him back on his bottom before he did a backward roll.


The butcher’s chipped cleaver lodge itself in one of the man’s shoulder, spilling blood all over his screaming friends as he fisted another in the face with knuckles of metal chains.

A gungho terrorist ran and jumped into mid-air with his machete raised as if he was a samurai going for a critical strike.


The only thing greeting him was the blunt end of the kwandao, fracturing several of his ribs. The terrorist fell face first onto the floor and kwandao repositioned his head and shoulder at a new 30 degree angle while spilling blood all over the hall.

Spending time lodge in a person’s body is never the intent for the massive weapon in play in the hall.

I trembled and took a step back as the horrifying screams of the men in the hall pierced through my ears.


The chain uncoiled itself and swept through the air at a 1.5m height as the butcher used it as a whip.

He didn’t care who was in the way.

He swung it even when his friend was in the way, the heavy metal split flesh immediately when they came into contact.

They must have fought together often, the butcher’s friend dropped to the ground at the last minute, landing firmly on 1 hand, displaying nothing short of a perfect 1 arm push up position before bouncing right up and shoving the blunt end of the kwandao into another terrorist’s stomach.

The leader and another man circumvent the fight in the middle of the hall and went for the teachers and the kids instead.

With the 2 masked men pushing forward, the space behind them had opened up, leaving the teachers and the kids exposed.


Jackson : WATCH OUT !!!! BEHIND YOU!!!!!

I don’t know if they could hear me as I hammer on the glass door that was just redecorated with a fresh squirt of blood.

The leader went for one of the teacher.

The teacher with the remote control moved at the very last moment, sliding low like a defender tackling the striker of the opposing team.

She tripped him off balance, rotated her body around him like she was a ballroom dancing with her partner only in this care, the completion of that swift rotation positioned her arms around the leader’s neck.

The teacher leaned back, avoiding the wild swing of the leader’s knife. She brought him down to the ground like predator tackling a bigger prey.


With the leader on his knees, she danced around his shoulders and before you know it, has her thigh gripping onto his neck while her free arm locked onto his weapon wielding arm.

I saw the abrupt snap of her body, like a opera artist snapping their head towards the audience with their eyes wide apart and the leader went limp immediately.


The other terrorist went for the other teacher and suffered an equal fate.

He suffered a flurry of punches and kicks the moment his weapon was knocked off.

With each punch, I realised the teacher’s white top gets more and more splattered with blood. Only when the terrorist fell backwards like a tree being cut for it’s timber did I realised that his face is all ripped up with flesh hanging loosely off it.

The knuckles of that teacher stained a deep shade of red and I could see she was wearing something that looked like a customised knuckle duster. Perhaps one that is decided to rip flesh and skin.

I backed away again as the remaining terrorist in the hall dwindled to a few screaming and crying ones clutching their injured limbs and friends.


The butcher severed the head of one of them and blood began to floow out form under the glass panel, spilling into a miniature waterfall down the steps I was standing on.

I backed down the stairs all the way as the horror I just witness replayed itself again in my head.

They fucked with the wrong people.

Teng is fucked.

What Welly Chin said on TV is right.


Not only did they wake a sleeping lion, they tried to fuck with his den as well.

I jumped onto the ground floor and ran out into the porch.

This is not your everyday childcare.
It’s not a place where your office going parents send their kids to school.


It’s the place where the men and women who do their work while wearing that same black masks send their kids to be taken care of.
A place where they know their kids will be safe as they do what they do for a living.
A place where they know no one can ever threaten their love ones.
And if anyone is dumb enough to try, they will not live to tell the consequences.


As I climbed the gate to get back out, I saw 2 more vans approaching.

I saw the flash of headlights from the other end and within seconds, the cars on the right were speeding towards the vans approaching from the left.

The 3 cars of men which were earlier recalled by Aaron reappeared.

The sound of metal meeting metal broke the silence of the night in the neighbourhood as men emerged from both sides and immediately engaged each other.


A 4th car from La Bella vita screeched to a stop shortly after and I saw Aaron, Hong , Cindy and Candy jumping out of the vehicle.

One of the terrorist came at me but I disarmed him and sent him headfirst into the mangled remains of a car bonnet.

Aaron hung back and while Hong ran towards us, kicking a man who just received a blow in his head by a metal rod. Cindy’s fingers closed around the neck of one of the attackers and literally ripped him from the ground which he was standing on, sending him into a lamppost.

The impact was strong enough to shake the structure, causing all the shadows on the ground cast by that lamp to shake for a second or two.

Aaron remained by the car, shouting instructions to the men who did not look like could hear him, he held onto Candy to stay back as he jabbed angrily at his phone.


Cindy took the position in front of the gate, making sure no one enters the compound again, not the terrorist, not La Bella Vita’s men either.

Hong : Are you ok Jackson ?!!

Jackson : I’m ok… I’m ok…. What’s happening… ?

Hong : we came as fast as we could…. I was out at the medical centre with Aaron when we saw the cars coming back…..We quickly approached them to find out why……. The driver told us they were ordered to head straight for the warehouses but quite a few of the guys wants to be dropped off to use the toilet…..


Jackson : I was told Aaron redeployed all of them to the warehouse….and shortly after that, the attackers came…..

Hong shook his head.

Hong : No… I don’t think it’s Aaron….i was with him all the time…he was as shocked as me when he saw the men back at the castle…. He asked them who was the one who told them he gave the order to pull out…. No one could answer…. It was then they realised 2 of the guys who needed to use the bathroom were gone….


Someone just passed the message and the rest bought it.

Hong : we immediately grab a car and sent everyone back here….

Hong told me they barely started driving when Yiling called and was screaming over the phone about where the fuck everyone is and why is the lion’s den unguarded.

Jackson : This don’t make sense…. So it’s not Aaron who called them back…. ? then who…. ?

Hong : Doesn’t look like it…. We were talking to Kamal all the time and none of us even touched our phones…. Aaron was still bragging to us about how he managed to schedule the guys to make sure there is always an overlap during shift change…..and that he would …. Chop…. If anything happened…

Hong did a self-castration gesture before adding that Aaron was eager to redeem himself after he bolted on us, he’s not going to fuck something as simple as keeping a shit load of guys at the lion’s den up.


Hong : Aaron may be a coward… but it doesn’t make sense for him to redeploy.

Jackson : … then… who… ?

Hong shrugged his shoulders.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Hong gestured towards the childcare and asked if the kids are ok.

Jackson : They’re fine….don’t worry about them…


Another 2 vehicles arrived from the other direction, cutting off the escape route of the vans, effectively boxing them in.

We overwhelmed the attackers with sheer numbers and in a matter of minutes, it was all over.


Candy : Boss wants all of you back at the castle….

Jackson : All these men… the prisoners….i’m sure they have a lot of information…..what do we do with them…. ?

Candy : Boss asked Cindy and me to clean up…. I’ll handle it… she wants to speak with the rest of you…

I looked at the number of attackers we caught. Almost a dozen of them from the 2nd wave. They were zip tied and bundled into the vans they arrived in.

A few of our guys were trying to stop another one of their friends from killing the terrorists as he kept kicking and hammering them. Before his friends could drag him away, he held onto the hair of one of the terrorist and slammed the sliding door of the van against his head.


His friends asked him to calm down and I overhead from the commotion that he lost his parents and son on the day of the attack.

All died in an explosion while dropping off his son in the childcare.

I got into the vehicle that Aaron came in.

Aaron : Jackson….Ja… Jackson… ar…are you ok…

I nodded and told him I’m ok.

Aaron : I…. i…..I’m…. I’m sorry….

I shook my head and told him it’s ok, just drive.

Looking up at the lion’s den, I could see it was pitch dark up there. The lights were all switched off. The uneasy feeling never left me as I looked at the darkened windows.

It’s like you know someone is staring at you but you can’t see them.

I wonder what are they going to do with the bodies and the blood.


We gathered in the pantry and waited for Yiling to arrive.

3am

I had fallen asleep on the table when I was nudged awake by Seven.

Yiling arrived in a pair of hip hugging jeans and a crumpled looking blouse. Her hair is in a mess and she looked like she didn’t sleep or showered for a couple of days.

Here eyes were red from apparent crying.


We were all there except the girls, and the moment Yiling entered, she walked angrily towards me, grabbed the glass of water in front of me and splashed it all over my face.

I wiped the water from my face and I said nothing.

Yiling : WHICH PART OF STAYING PUT AT CHANGI DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND !!!!

Hong : err…Lao ban…..~~ ( boss ~~)

Yiling : HONG !!!...YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW !!! you should have stopped him…..


Hong : orh….

Hong knew he would not win in a shouting match against Yiling and he backed down immediately.

Yiling massaged her head and rest her free hand on her waist as she sucked in a deep breath of air before exhaling slowly, trying to calm herself down.

Directing her pissed off look at us, she asked if we have any idea what is going on outside.

YIling : do you know how many people are looking for you Jackson…. Hong ? …do you… ?

I shook my head.

Yiling : The kids are all saying 2 uncles saved them…. 2 uncles saved them…. Everyone wants to know who the fuck these 2 uncles are….!!! Including the police because these 2 uncles fucking discharged their weapon inside the fucking childcare !!!!

Yiling jabbed her finger angrily at me and Hong.


Yiling : They will fucking hang you !!!! you understand…. ??!!! they will fucking hang you…. If they find you…

Jackson : we saved the kids….

Yiling : you saved the kids … ? you think ?? and what… you expect what… ? the parents lining up to thank you…. Give you a garland….?? Give you an award… ?? Jackson for Christ sake !! .. people are out for blood now….what about the parents whose kids died…. What about them…. ?

Jackson : we tried… we… we can’t save all of them…

Yiling : That’s what I fucking said before this started…. We can’t save all of them….

Jackson : but you cannot fault us for trying….

Yiling : I am not angry at you for trying…. I am angry at you for not listening….you need to lay low…. You should be at the house in Changi…. You should disappear for a couple of months…..

The pantry is so quiet that if a pin dropped, I’m sure we could all hear it.

Jackson : I’m sorry….. I should have listened….


I looked at Yiling and told her I forced Hong and Candy to come along.

Jackson : It’s my fault…

Hong : oei….i went along of my free will… simi your fault…

Yiling shot me an irritated look

Yiling : I’ll deal with you later…. !

Yiling took a while to compose herself before speaking to everyone gathered in the pantry.


Yiling : Something like this…. Has never happened before in our country’s history….. this level of chaos is…. Unheard of….

Yiling used her phone and played a recording that is going viral on the internet.

A recording from the people responsible for this attack.

I’ve heard it before when it was forwarded to my phone in one of the various chatgroups I was in.

LFO : People of Singapore…..you have long been oppressed under the rule of your government…. You are buckling under the weight of trying to survive in this city of yours. We, the LFO brothers are here to liberate you. We shall free you from the shackles of your meaningless lives.


We have infiltrated your country right under everyone’s nose. We are everywhere. We bear no allegiance to religion and we do not care about politics. My brothers and I just want the people of this country to live free.

Free of the rule of law, free of bills, of taxes.

Singapore is just a start. Our ideals shall be carried by the wind and spread throughout the world.

There is no stopping us. We are in your midst. We are entrenched in your life. We want you to join us. Join us and be free.



There is no point in resisting. My brothers and I shall topple this country in a matter of weeks. We wear no uniforms, we will not be identified by the colour of our skin or the language we speak. We blend in like the rest, striking when you least expect.


We have already crippled this country with the 1st wave of attacks.

There will be more attacks, they will be bolder, bigger and there is nothing you can do to stop us.


Join us brothers….. join us and be free.

Yiling : LFO, Liberation from Oppression…. We’re trying to get a better picture of the organisation….

She played another recording which is a video.

Masked men standing in front of a plain backdrop addressing the viewers with the same ideology.

That the society we live in is broken.

The rich are getting richer, the poor getting poorer.

LFO : A reset button…. That’s what this is…. A reset button my brothers and sisters….for those that are not with us…..Your gates at your houses and condominiums will not be high enough…. The walls of your house will not be strong enough…..
Join us…. Or suffer the same consequences as the rest who refused to listen….
We will free all the criminals from the prisons, everyone will be given a new lease of life. Housing will be made free for all, if you are unemployed, we will take care of you and your family.
We will scrape all the shit policies made by the stupid government once we come into power.
All you need to do …… is just come out of your homes….. protest …. Demand these from your government…..and if they don’t listen… you make them ….
We are already among you, the civil service, your military, your community…. We are your neighbours…. Your colleagues… your friends… we are so deeply entrenched within you that our success is imminent.
Join us and together, we will rebuild a society where everyone is equal….
Liberate all, and be free of Oppression…….


Yiling stopped the video and gave it some time to sink in.

Yiling : These are mad men…. They’re crazy…. They’re all fucking crazy…

No one said a word and all of us waited for Yiling to go on.

Yiling : What has happened so far….. is affecting our business….they have burnt down a warehouse…..and some of our usual water routes haven been taken over….

Yiling revealed that even among us, there are traitors. Men whose loyalty are questionable.

Yiling : I don’t know how many, but I’m estimating at least 10% of La Bella Vita’s men have been bought….some of our guys disappeared…. They didn’t show up for work…. Some just left their post…..some are uncontactable…


Yiling outlined an action plan for all of us.

Aside from protecting the business, we are going on the offensive.

Yiling : These terrorist…. They are affiliated with the Malus….. we must find them….. and we will hunt them….13 of our men died in the warehouse fire…. They were locked in, the doors were chained and they were set ablaze alive….
What was done to us…. We will repay in full…. Several times over….

Yiling took a seat and after keeping quiet for a while, continued talking.

Yiling : together with Declan, Kamal and Aaron, we will take care of operations for La Bella Vita……

Hong, Seven and I will go on the offensive.


Yiling : you will lay low for 3 months…. Wait for the dust to settle….

Yiling tapped her manicured index finger on the table rhythmically and warned all of us.

Yiling : If any of you…. In this room leaves the castle ground…. Without my permission… you’re out…. You’re done….

She made eye contact with each and every one of us before getting up and leaving the pantry.

After the door to the pantry shut, Hong exhaled.

Hong : ok… she’s pissed… I’ve never seen her so angry…

Declan : ok I think the instructions are pretty clear from here on….. stay within the castle ground…. Watch the TV… eat the free food and don’t stir shit….Gum bo ?? ( roger ? ) Hong ??



Hong : Ohkay… ohkay…. Gum… ( roger )

Declan : Seven… ? Jackson… ?

I nodded and so did Seven.

Declan looked to Kamal and Aaron who both gave their agreement.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Declan : Let’s see how things develop over the next few days….

I went back to the farmhouse, took off my top intending to take a shower.
Walking by the fridge I stopped myself and I opened a beer instead, sitting down at the table.

I was almost done with my drink when there was a knock on the door.

I let Yiling in and she remained standing with her arms folded.


Yiling : Is it so hard for you to listen…. ? to follow instructions… ?

Jackson : I’m sorry…. I tend to make hasty decisions when I’m…. emotional…

Yiling : Then don’t….

Jackson : you mean don’t get emotional or don’t make decisions….


Yiling : Tsk…

She shot me a look which pretty much says it’s time to stop talking.

I offered her a drink but she declined.

Yiling : I have a lot to do…… don’t make me treat you like a kid….

Jackson : I’m not a kid…. I’ll stay in the castle…

Yiling looked at me and shook her head slightly.

Yiling : Sometimes I wished you were a kid…. So I can give you a piece of my mind…. Knock some sense into you….


I shrugged my shoulders, not sure what to say to her in return.

Just as Yiling was about to leave, I told her what I saw in the lion’s den.


Jackson : I saw….. I saw what happened…..

Yiling stopped by the door but she did not turn around.

Yiling : No… your eyes were playing tricks on you…. You saw nothing….


……………………………………………………………………



31st March 2017

I took a few days to rest my body before I started work on the garden again.
Gardening is a good way to take my mind off things.

Not only are there now guards around the castle ground, there are guards everywhere.
In pairs.

The prowled the ground in 8 hour shifts and the cookhouse has never been that busy before.


It began serving food well into the night and I don’t just mean supper till 11pm.

You could walk in there at 2am in the morning and still get piping hot food like Laksa and Mee siam.
It’s like a 24 hour hawker centre.

I have my gardening to do but what about the rest ?

Kamal went to the medical centre, Aaron spent most of the time in the castle with Yiling in the study. Declan and him are helping Yiling with a lot of the administrative matters.

Only the girls are allowed to leave the castle ground.


Seven and Hong, well, they were so bored that they started to cook after a week or two.

I walked into the cookhouse one evening to see Hong frying carrot cake. He kept jabbing the flat wok with the spatula, filling the cookhouse with that metallic clanking sound.

Hong : lai lai lai !!!... black or white…. Or mix… ??

Seven looked ridiculous with an apron as he tried to make a popiah ( springroll ) for me.

Jackson : What is this Seven…. ?

Hong looked over and exclaimed loudly.

Hong : Popiah…. Extra large la…. upsize….

I looked at the giant popiah roll on my plate and replied;

Jackson : This is popiah… ? this is a 6 inch subway sandwich….

Seven chucked as he gestured, he had used 4 pieces of popiah skin before doing a vigorous action of stuffing it full of ingredients.


I moved my tray along the line to Hong’s carrot cake section.

Hong : Yin and Yang…. The delicate balance of carrot cake…..

I looked at the carrot cake arranged in a round dish in the black and white Yin Yang design.

Jackson : What the fuck….

Hong : your Qi…. Is off balance Jackson….your chakra…. Is messy…. Ohmmmmm……

I exhaled and shook my head as he shoved me along.

Hong : don’t block don’t block….. others waiting for their turn….

I would hit the gym or go for a run every night before catching up on the news.

For 2 weeks, the mainstream channels covered the attack closely.
They pieced together timelines, theories and the authorities made a lot of arrest.

The arrests include several mid-level civil servants in various departments.

While Teng , the defence minister was the one hosting press conference for the 1st few days, he stopped appearing after that.

Welly Chin started to helm all the press conference.

Aside from rumours of explosions and a mini civil war breaking out in Pengarang, Malaysia, there were not much news.
Foreign media claimed a Singapore Apache helicopter accidentally entered Malaysian airspace but there were no official media release about the incident.


Both countries have more pressing issues to deal with.

LFO not only hit Singapore. They hit Malaysia too.
Schools, childcares and even a market.
A lot of school going kids died in the explosion as the LFO managed to procure military grade explosives for that attack.

With the country busy with the attacks and subsequent rescues operations, LFO raided a military camp by pretending to be army officials, making off with truckloads of weapons, ammunitions and even armoured vehicles.

All of them disappeared into the dense jungle and no one has reported sighting of them again.

Not contended with just waking a sleeping lion, LFO had to step on the tail of the Malayan Tiger.



May 2017

It did not take long for details of the LFO organisation to be released to the public.

The man in charge of LFO is Edward Fernando Chan. The name is thrown around so many times that almost every school kid associates it with pure evil.

LFO controls multiple terrorist cells in the region and are particularly active in Singapore and Malaysia. Analysts estimates that they have between 5-900 members with more joining them. The head of the organisation is made up of former military and senior civil servants with knowledge of how both government operates.

They are well connected, well funded and very discipline.

A special joint task force has been formed with Malaysia to tackle this threat.

“ The people responsible, will be prosecuted to fullest extent of the law “

This is the promise delivered by Welly Chin to Singapore.

I followed the news closely and I read newspaper from cover to cover.
That’s how much time I had and I slowly began to realise something interesting.


A series of absurd accidents.
People are dying.

A car crash in an industrial area, steel pipe perforated the driver’s chin and into his neck.


Another incident, a falling tree, branches perforated the victims neck.
One more died while sunbathing on the beach. Hit by a falling coconut and suffered a stroke at the same time while he choked and drown in his own blood. Several of his teeth were found in his stomach.


These were all small columns, appearing on different days. I checked the obituaries, several were former top civil servants.


One killed by the wife who accused him of adultery, she drove a steak knife into his chin before slicing his neck open. Then she committed suicide.

One drowned in his own poo.


Yeah, poo, without a L behind.

Poo, not pool.



How do you drown in your own shit ?

Well, article says he was trying to clear a choke in the inspection chamber within his own estate grounds when he fell, hit his head and drowned.


Perhaps on a normal day, news like this would be sensational, but it was not. They were all tucked away on small columns with hardly a picture. The front pages were all about the aftermath of the attack and it’s impact on the country.


Marathon runner slips and fall while taking a short cut, impales his chin upon a fence, suffered in agony for an hour before choking and drowning in his own blood.


I actually laughed as I read that article.

This must be one hell of a freak accident.

One particular death made the news though.


The owner of a leading defence contractor that supplies to our armed forces choked and died while eating fishball noodles.


I looked at his smiling picture on TV. Fit as a fiddle, and choked on a fishball.
It happened while he was having supper at a famous joint, that place was usually crowded. The newscaster expressed surprise that no one had offered help.


The reporter went on to interview a smiling springroll seller.

I almost dropped my coffee as I looked at that man on screen. I cycled through my memory and I remembered seeing that man. He’s that fucking giant that works with Welly Chin and James.

I laughed as I watched him give an interview that he has given up a career in banking to sell spring roll, and now there is a death at the coffee shop, he’s worried that business might be affected.

As the reporter wrapped up the interview, I wondered who the fuck would believe someone of his size, his bulk and his built with bulging muscles would be selling spring roll.

July 2017

There was an unfortunate accident in a private swimming pool.

Our defence minister, Teng, has drowned. In his own pool at home.

I slammed my fist on the table in the farmhouse as I stood up and shouted.

Jackson : aRGHH!!!!!


It was a shout of joy as I watch the reporters at the scene.

They attributed the accident to a stressful tenure as the defence minister during such a challenging time in Singapore.
It was front page news.


All signs point to an accident, too much to drink, he slipped and fell in the wee hours of the morning. His helpers only discovered him floating in the pool when they were cleaning the porch.


By then it was too late.

This is not that simple. Things are seldom that simple than what it seems on the surface.

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Our prime minster gave another press conference, his expression is calm, he’s unfazed and if he were a poker player, he will be a fucking good one.


Welly Chin : It’s unfortunate that such an incident has to befall the country during such difficult times…. But I assure all citizens that everything is under control….. the men and the women in our armed forces will continue to perform their duties to the country and to her people….….. the defence portfolio will be handled by me personally for the time being…..

I sucked in a deep breath of air and exhale, feeling more rejuvenated than ever.

Teng didn’t die in an accident.


Welly Chin killed him, or rather, Welly Chin, had him killed.

He’s cleaning house. Not only is he doubling down on housekeeping, he’s sending a message at the same time to LFO.

It doesn’t matter if you are a small fry or a big wig. He will get you, one way or the other.


September 2017


Freedom at last.

The lot of us has been stuck in the castle ground for 6 months.

With Welly Chin taking charge of the defence portfolio, it took him only a couple of months to redirect resources from the authorities that were looking into the ‘uncles’ at the childcare centre.

It’s all being swept under the carpet.

Yiling has been gathering information about the Malus the past 6 months. Sightings, rumours, information, locations and buildings which they own.

Information did not just come from La Bella Vita’s men and network.


I was at standing by the castle perimeter one evening with Declan smoking a cigar when I saw a black SUV pull into the estate.

I recognise him the moment he left the vehicle.

James. One of Welly Chin’s right hand man.

Yiling came out of the castle to meet him. They spoke for a few minutes, before I saw him handing a small envelope over to Yiling.

Then he got back in his car and left.

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November 2017


From July to November, we hunted the Malus.
And where the Malus go, the crazed foreigners went.
We would round them up and Yiling would as for them to be sent to Little india. The building she brought me to before.

Drive the van to the basement carpark , leave the key in the vehicle and walk away.

No questions asked. The empty van would be delivered back via a tow truck the next day to the castle.

Yiling never offered to share where the men were brought to, and I knew better than to ask.


We followed every lead and we tracked down every clue.

We were not the only ones out for blood.

The Rajahs were out on the hunt too.


I bumped into Henry one day when we came to a old shophouse. We were one step behind the Rajahs.

Henry and his men stared at us as Seven and I looked at the 3 Malus they had on their knees.

I backed away slowly and told Seven we’ll hit another spot.

Jackson : Let’s go Seven…. This place is done…

Everyday new information and leads would come in. Hunting the Malus and the CFs became my full time job in a way.
No matter how many we hunted, there always seem to be more.

It’s ok. I don’t care how many of them there are, or how many more are being sneaked into the country.


We will never stop.

20th December 2017

Wednesday

12pm


Yiling called for an urgent meeting.

Hong , Seven and i met Yiling in the pantry and she told us she has credible source where Russell and his men are.

Jackson : Where… ?


Yiling : they are hold up in Jurong…. Near the birdpark… there’s an abandoned restaurant on Jurong hilltop….

Jackson : what are we waiting for… ? let’s go get them….


Yiling : I don’t want them to escape …. We need to get Russell…. and all his godsons ….my source tells me there’s not a lot of men there…. Russell only keeps a small core team with him…. So about a dozen max….

Jackson : just send everyone we can manage to spare…

Yiling : No… I don’t know who to trust…. Our main aim is Russell… we get him… the rest would just crumble…. No paymaster…. No Malus….

Yiling wants to do this on her own.


Yiling : We’ll go get him personally….. us, Kamal, Declan and Aaron….

Jackson : Yiling… I don’t think…you should…

Yiling : Russell has a direct line of communication to LFO…. This is big….

Kamal , Declan and Aaron joined us in the pantry shortly after than and Yiling outlined the plan.

Russell will have lookouts all over the place and if he see us approaching, he will bolt. He has the high ground and since the bird park is at the foot of the hill, we will use that as our staging area.

We will head to the bird park separately and wait.


Yiling will be bringing 40 men in a coach but she will not be telling them were they are going.
Yiling : It will be under the guise of a company treat to the birdpark… they will not know about the mission to grab Russell until the last moment.

The coach, will be driven by Declan.
Declan raised his fingers as Yiling outlined Declan’s numerous classes of licences with different vehicles.

Yiling : When it begins, he will block off the road with the bus on pretext of a breakdown.


The 40 men at the foot of the hill will serve as a backup net.

Yiling : The rest of us will head up in 2 cars…. We are only interested in Russell…. he must be captured alive… at all cost… Questions… ?

Everyone shook their head and Yiling asked us to grab some rest.

Yiling : we move out at 6am tomorrow morning…. Declan…. Get the 40 men and the bus ready….


8pm

The group of us finished dinner in the pantry and Yiling was staring at the TV with a glass of whisky in hand.
I went over to see what she was drinking and I poured myself a glass of the 12 year old Hibiki before joining Yiling by the sofa.

Jackson : you ok… ?

Yiling : yes…


I noticed she’s smiling a little and it’s not hard to tell her mood had improved recently.
I attributed it to the success we had the past few months with the Malus and the CFs. At this rate, we will get them all.


Jackson : shouldn’t we bring more men…. Just in case….Russell is a snake….the last time…..he made fool out of us….he might give us the slip again….

Yiling sipped her whisky and I watched her fiddled with her old nokia phone.

She smiled and shook her head slowly.

Yiling : Not this time…… Not this time….

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[unlove]

Huat ah!! Thanks bro ILOCK!! Can’t wait to see our favourite couple Hibiki and Jane in action again!!

[v_kel]

Wow the amazing details of the kwandao fight, bro ilock what can't you write!!!
Looking forward to the next update.
Everyone be safe and healthy! !