BLACK CAT
Tigor Shoping

Djolok.

Far from the location of the real estate occupied by Lalah, precisely in the suburbs, Tigor aka Black Cat stopped his vehicle right in front of an alley that has dense and very dirty houses.

Seen on the left and right side of the walls of this alleyway in paint with a variety of patterns, shapes and colors like in the films of street children in America.

Tigor was wearing black hoodie sweater, black pants, wearing black glasses and black mask deliberately stripping off his cat mask so as not to attract attention, walking down that damp hallway to one of the houses.

It is not worth saying as a home. The shape is more precise like a warehouse and the front is exactly like a workshop. But don't ask. If you need a copy, come to this place. Then you will be spoiled with a variety of choices of counterfeit goods with premium quality.

When Tigor arrived in front of the house like a warehouse, two men like thugs approached Tigor.

"Say names!" Said one of the men.

"No name." Answer Tigor.

"Organization?"

"Black cat!"

"Something identical to you?!"

Hearing this, Tigor took out a white handkerchief full of bloodstains.

"We don't recognize a symbol like this." They say.

"From today you must remember! When a blood-stained handkerchief like this is on the scene, it means it's the work of the Black Cat!" Answer Tigor.

"Black Cat's. I've heard that name. Lately it's often heard his lunge is electrifying."

"Are you in business?" Ask Tigor.

"Yes. We're in business."

"If so, don't waste my time!"

"What are you looking for?"

"Similar but not the same."

"You're in the right place. Come on in!" Bring 'em.

Tigor immediately followed the two men into the warehouse which turned out to have a secret room underground.

When Tigor got there, it turned out that the room provided a wide variety of entertainment centers. Impressed quiet on the surface, but when it gets inside, exactly like hell where many addicts who let go of his wishes there.

"Hmmm.., not much different from the glitter of the night." Tigor said in his heart.

"Please go this way!" One of the boys said it showed the way.

"Thank you!" Tigor.

As soon as they entered a slightly dimly lit hallway, Tigor was finally ushered into a room that looked like a full-fledged hardware store. There are all kinds of weapons, army shoes, army and police uniforms, rope, bulletproof vests, real pistols to fake ones.

"Welcome to our headquarters. Haha... It is not expected that a black cat will waste its time visiting a rat's nest. I'm very impressed. Very impressed!"

Up ahead, there appeared a smooth bald-headed muscular strapping man standing up from his chair and directly stepping towards Tigor while extending his hand.

"Where do you know that I'm a black cat organization?" Ask Tigor.

"It's not that hard. Current technological advances have been so qualified that even cctv can produce sound." Answer the man with a joke.

"Seeing from your cold style, I can surmise that you are the Black Cat. Hmmmm... No wonder my best friend Lalah admires you so much young."

"Damn. How does this guy know everything about me?" Maki Tigor in heart.

"Ah. Thank you for your compliment, sir. But I came here because I want to get the stock of stuff I need from you." Tigor.

"Did Monang tell you this place?" Ask the bald guy.

"Really Sir. Therefore, I came here directly to prove whether Monang's speech is true or just boasting." Tigor.

"Poltak would not have a good reputation without achievements. Remember son! I have played in games like this more than half my age. You can doubt Monang. But not for Poltak."

"Young people. Haha. Young people are always in a hurry. Alrighty! I never sprayed one by one my merchandise. You find what you need and collect it there!" Said the bald man named Poltak pointing towards a large table in the corner of the room.

Without wasting any more time, because it was already very tight, Tigor immediately moved quickly to pick up one by one the items he needed.

Just when he saw the bulletproof vest, he immediately took a look around.

"Sorry man, you seem interested in that vest." Asked a young man who met him just outside.

"Yes. It looks like it'll be very useful to me." Answer Tigor.

"The vest is not a real vest. But if it's just a gun, it's possible that the vest could delay the death of the bullet." Said the young man.

"May I try?" Ask Tigor.

"Oh please!" The young man said.

Perhaps what he thought was that Tigor wanted to wear the vest. But what is unexpected is, Tigor instead pulled a handgun from Martin.

"We.c., we. What do you mean, man?" Asked the young man suddenly pale.

"Didn't I want to try? Now you shoot that vest with this gun!" Tigor said as he threw the golden-coloured gun at the young man earlier.

"It's crazy that this black demon is all over." The young man's mind was in his heart. But he still pointed the muzzle of the gun towards the bulletproof vest shirt earlier.

Dooor....!

A decade of gunfire could be heard filling the room making Poltak and another young man startled and rush to them.

"What are you guys doing?" Asked Poltak with a pale face.

He thought that his men had offended Tigor causing Tigor to shoot him.

"We're just testing the strength of a vest that he says is this premium." Answer Tigor.

Seeing that the gun was not in Tigor's hands, he was a little relieved.

"Please get me that vest. I'll measure how much I can expect from this fake." Tigor.

After a careful look, Tigor finally felt there was a need for him to buy the vest.

For the size of a fake item, it certainly cannot expect too much. However, it is enough to prevent the bullet from going too deep when it is shot.

"How's man?" Asked the young man while returning Tigor's gun.

"I'll take this vest. Please give me 14 vests of the same size." Answer Tigor.

Satisfied with choosing, Tigor finally made the payment process with Poltak.

"What is all this for. Looks like there's something you want to trick?" Ask Poltak.

He deliberately asked so because Tigor bought 14 pairs of fake police uniforms.

"You'll hear the news soon. Just, please keep it a secret that a black kitten once came here and bought supplies to you!" Tigor's Message.

"For me the customer is the customer. I'm not tied to anything. If there is money, please come. I'm in the fake business. Not selling information." Poltak.

"Here I also sell real guns, real grenades, and also real AK47 long guns. However, it is not from Russia but rather the result of its own assembly. Durability issues, do not doubt. I also sell spare parts for two-wheeled vehicles, three-wheelers, four-wheelers even until the unwheeled we make have wheels." Poltak said jokingly.

"Thank you sir. This is the beginning of our cooperation. Later if I need anything, I'll call you." Tigor.

"If there's any stuff, you don't forget me. I'll trade your stuff for mine. Hows it? We can barter." Poltak.

"Changing your stuff for mine? Just yummy. Your stuff is ugly." Tigor said while joking.

"Haha. It's a fucking young man. My point is, if you have any kind of drug, bring it here. I need a lot of stock. Every day there's always a shortage of stuff." Poltak.

"Oh. Excuse me. For that, you'll have to negotiate with my boss, Martin. He decided everything." Tigor.

"alright. I know it's very difficult. Ok..! My men will help you transport your groceries." Poltak.

"Thank you." Tigor said then immediately stepped out of the room followed by the two young men who met him from outside earlier.