Chapter 183: A Sulk in the Heart
"A group of international mercenaries came to Jakarta a few days before Mia’s incident?" After hearing Yusuf Zuck’s retelling, the shrewd Marco Tuff immediately sensed something extraordinary. What would an international mercenary organization be doing in Jakarta? Or did they arrive at the same time as Mia?
"Yusuf, where is this friend of yours? Can you introduce me?" Marco Tuff asked expectantly.
Yusuf shook his head, smiling, "He’s a lone wolf; I don’t even know where he is. Before coming here, I asked him to look for Mia, and he’s just found something." Yusuf didn’t plan to introduce Fleur Carson to Marco Tuff, and Fleur wouldn’t agree to meet him either.
"Then please trouble your friend for me. Tell him that I will cover all the expenses incurred. If he really can find a clue to Mia’s whereabouts, I will make sure to reward him handsomely!" Marco Tuff promised.
"Uncle Marco, it’s too early to say. Also, I wanted to ask, who are those foreigners in the corridor?" Yusuf inquired curiously.
"They are from a security team hired by the company, belonging to Blackwater Security Company. Since I travel abroad frequently, I entrust all matters of security to Blackwater and have signed a contract with them," Marco Tuff answered.
"Oh." Yusuf nodded, having certainly heard of Blackwater Security Company. The company was formed by some retired members of the United States Marine Corps. It had taken on many high-profile security missions and even collaborated with the US government. They were true veterans of active battlefields, with a presence in Iraq, Afghanistan, and other hotspots.
"Then, Uncle Marco, besides you, who else knew Mia had come to Jakarta?" Yusuf suddenly raised his own doubts.
If it was indeed the doing of that group of mercenaries, then they must have known about Mia’s whereabouts beforehand. But who else could know where Mia was?
"Who else knew?" Marco Tuff and the elderly gentleman in traditional attire looked at Yusuf with newfound respect — he had hit on a key issue.
