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asking for ‘Lobang’ either through PM, or thread
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positioning as an uninterested customer, yet still texting you at the same time.
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Including an element of trying to dissuade host to complete a ‘round’ of crime
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Every Posting must be acceptable limits and within reports of Headquarters. This means never posting their personal opinions.
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make the person asking for Lobang write how much he loves prostitution and why he needs it .
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Be careful of PMs that read “we should tell each other because we are Bros” Note, never once is he saying anything incriminating or giving an opinion . Do not believe a life story about a broken family and words like “you know la, guy mah”
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Always make the person expose his desires . If the police is running an account , everything they write will have to be in a report . So obviously , they will never post anything about how much sex they need, and how they enjoy sticking their dick in anyone of any race .
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this is the hardest to detect; police using a confiscated account , or making an arrested person write his own post to draw out as much intell .
Tai knew exactly what I was talking about, but was just pretending to ignore it. Part of his modus operandi included making a copy of a gullible person’s ID, claiming it was a Singapore law requiring a verified ID to buy any form of electronics. Then he would sell it to another dealer or register prepaid SIM cards under those IDs and sell it to third parties. It was completely illegal of course. Why he was never nabbed for that? He was cunning enough to dispatch an associate to pass the illegally obtained ID copies, and fake electronics to another store the moment his lookouts saw us coming from the entrances. It was a cat and mouse game in his territory.
“You sure you want to play this game in front of your customer, Tai? Fine by me.”
I turned to face his customer.
“Tourist?”
“Yea,” speaking in a soft, and uneasy tone, clearly confused about my intentions.
“First, the fat man is going to tell you about his special offer. Then he’s going to swipe your credit card twice, telling you it’s all part of a mandatory global warranty which is pure nonsense. Frankly, you’ll be much better off buying from a legitimate store than this old crook. You still want to buy from this guy?”
As soon as I dropped my piece, the tourist took his backpack, turned around, and left in a jiffy.
“Wait, don’t leave- What the hell exactly do you want from me?” Turning to me and speaking in hurried, irritated tones.
“I told you, Tai, I’m just here to do business. Sell me the Cards, IDs, and I’ll leave.”
For a brief moment, he kept his silence, and put the cell phone Muscles had failed to sell the tourist back in the glass display table.
“Even if I have what you claim I have, what makes you think I want to do business with you? You are the cop who gave me a ton of trouble back at Lucky Mall. Besides, that was all in the past; I’m now running an honest business with my boys at a new place.”
Hearing Tai talk like he had turned his back on cheating, and the hosts of other unknown illegal activities seriously brought me to a short burst of laughter. I couldn’t look straight at him without laughing, needing to distract myself with something else, looking sideways, and covering my uncontained smile with my palm. How he was able to say this with a straight face completely eluded me. The man deserved an Oscar.
“I wouldn’t exactly call what you’re doing an honest business,” scoffing at his statement.
I gathered myself, and got my act together. The jokes, and that little back and forth meaningless Salsa that made no headway whatsoever were over. There was no way the Old Raccoon would admit to having such things in his store, much less to me. Now, was the time to use a harder approach.
“Let me tell you something interesting I did today. I made a call to Lucky Mall’s security office claiming to be a previous store tenant looking for Senior Security Officer Yao from Burton’s Security about a police case. The office told me they belonged to a new security company, and that S.S.O. Yao and his entire team were contracted by a new place after working at Lucky Mall for six years. Where did they go? You guessed it: Pearl Plaza.
“How convenient it must be for you, Tai, to have control and have access to the entire building’s security on top of your usual lookouts sitting by the entrances. Now, I don’t even care about what you’re doing in this building, but I’m guessing you will need to know when and where the cameras are down, keys to different rooms and stores, when to bring in your fake products, or even do your ‘dealings’ with dodgy people, probably even facilitating them for a fee during ‘scheduled maintenance.’ I’m guessing you’re intending to move again when S.S.O Yao and his team gets contracted by another place. You see, I’m a pure genius, and if you’d like, I could dig up a little more on the security team and maybe, find out exactly what you’re up to.
“No, Tai. You didn’t come to Pearl Plaza to start life anew; that was bullshit. You came because it was most advantageous.”
A silence swept through the entire store the moment I was finished, drawing menacing stares from Tai and Muscles as though I was spot on. I had to be; a shady electronics seller had no need of control over the security office, and double insuring his operations with lookouts.
Tai walked to a wall, his dark raccoon eyes still boring holes into me with his arms crossed, flipped a switch, and the automated metal shutters started coming down with a loud unsettling clang, threatening to cut us off from the rest of the world. The shutters were ill-maintained. The clanging panels against each other reverberated with an ominous harsh metallic creak as it slowly descended, adding an element of terror to an atmosphere already laden with murderous intent.
Despite the eeriness, I was composed. I betrayed no sign of vulnerability and weakness to my opponent, and remained cross legged on the stool with a smile as we waited for the shutters to completely seal us in. I had walked straight into the lion’s den, and rattled the beast in its slumber by the neck. It may not have been the wisest thing to do for the average joe, but I was no stranger to Tai and the likes of him. Dealing with the underworld required a subtle aggressiveness to make your stand that could easily be mistaken for reckless abandon, but it wasn’t. It was instead something I termed, ‘controlled agitation.’
I reached for my pocket and put on two high quality latex gloves. The shutters came to a grinding halt; I was now cut off. Muscles moved from behind the display tables to stand by the shutters behind me.
“What game are you playing again, Tai?” My voice was calm, as I turned sideways on my stool to be able to see both Tai and Muscles who had me surrounded.
The Old Raccoon was now gone. He threw a grave look, and spoke with a tone that was deep, and intimidating, making quite sure I got the subtle message that he was not to be trifled with. This was the real Tai who controlled more than half the electronics stores in Pearl Plaza, who had the entire security office bought and paid for, and had fooled the entire police department into believing he was just a shady electronics dealer. I had awakened a sleeping dragon.
“Let’s try this again. What are you doing here, when did you transfer to the Cantonment Precinct, and are you still a cop?”
“I’m not leaving until I-”
“Nobody walks in here to make demands of me, and I will help you understand that I Am Tai.” He paused before continuing.
“Answer me now. What do you want, and are you still a cop? Orchard, or Cantonment Precinct? Where’s your partner?” In that instant, Muscles drew out a short hollow metal bar from the overhead cabinet.
Almost immediately, Tai turned to face Muscles.
“Call our boys to be alert.”
Tai was unnerved from all the questions he had inside his head about my coming and purpose. My guess was that he took notice of my semi formal attire, my hands bound in latex gloves, and my unfazed expression despite his threats, coming to the conclusion that I was up to something. He just couldn’t be sure if I was part of an ongoing plainclothes police operation. If so, why hadn’t his lookouts informed him.
Previously on Blotting Paper
Tai was unnerved from all the questions he had inside his head about my coming and purpose. My guess was that he took notice of my semi formal attire, my hands bound in latex gloves, and my unfazed expression despite his threats, coming to the conclusion that I was up to something. He just couldn’t be sure if I was part of an ongoing plainclothes police operation. If so, why hadn’t his lookouts informed him.
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“All clear.” Muscles put his cell phone down.
“You little fucker-”
Tai slowly rose from his seat pressing his palms on the table, and Muscles drew closer with the metal bar swinging from his hand, reacting as if they had caught a bluff.
Tai’s eyes widened and he retreated back into his chair as I slammed the concealed service revolver with my gloved right hand, pressing it down sideways against the glass table pointing dead at him.
“Don’t test me,” glaring at Muscles.
Perhaps it was the sound of the heavy black material on glass, or the gleaming bullet heads in the cylinder against the bright store lights that authenticated my device as he saw it, and he was convinced. Something about Tai’s expression told me he now knew the source of my confidence in the face of his intimidation, and he couldn’t have been more right.
“What are you going to do, shoot me? I’m unarmed, Sergeant. You can’t, and you know it.”
“Let’s think about this, Tai. Over there, your dog is armed with a rod, your store cameras never work when you’re cheating people, and you have a room full of illegal products which you haven’t had the time to transfer out because you weren’t warned. Not to mention I was locked in from the inside, and you have no witness. I will just write a report that I was attacked by both of you during my ‘routine’ inspection, and when they dig up what you’re up to, I’ll be hailed as a hero.”
“Attack you? I’m unarm-”
I tossed a small knife on the table, wrapped in multiple layers of plastic cling wrap.
“I cleaned this with acetone, dissolving all my fingerprints. Who’s going to believe you, Tai? I will smear your prints all over it, then I’m going to take what I came for.”
Muscles stopped right in his tracks the moment I drew my revolver out, and Tai was completely lost for words at the predicament I had set him up with, understanding that I could easily frame him for attempted murder, and justify my killing him and Muscles in ‘self defence.’ It was his mistake to shut us in, and I had anticipated it.
“Tai, I’m here to do business; It’ll be much easier if you give me what I want.” Throwing an envelope of fifteen hundred dollars on the table.
Sensing his unwillingness, I added a little more.
“What do you have to lose? We both know you have what I seek, and I’m paying you in full.” My hand still pressed on the revolver against the glass table.
“Fifteen hundred dollars for SIM Cards, and copied IDs? I don’t keep that kind of amount in here; you think I run a warehouse? I’ll sell you what I have, five hundred dollars worth.”
The fat old man slowly took the envelope and counted the money, gesturing Muscles with a tilt of his head to go into the staff room to get what I wanted.
“I need a passport - travel worthy, and documentation. Take the remainder as my payment for it,” sliding a photograph across the table.
His dark raccoon eyes shot back at me, and Tai let out a chuckle.
“That’s your real purpose here, isn’t it?”
“This.. face here.. isn’t even yours. What is this, Korean? You wanna look like a Korean now? And one grand isn’t even going to get you near a travel worthy passport, take my word for it, son.” Dropping the photograph on the table with a scoff.
“I’ll worry about the face, Tai. What can it get me then?”
“You want a passport, I’ll get you a passport. Four grand; don’t expect to cross Immigration with it.” Turning his head over and receiving the SIM cards from Muscles.
“That much for a useless passport, because?” Sounding completely unimpressed.
“Because, It’s an exact copy of the ones we get from tourists. Consulates and Embassies will verify that the particulars are real. There’s more than one use for a passport.”
With both palms crossed on the table, Tai added with a smug.
“So, give me a good reason why I should help you? What do you have to offer? Your money isn’t something I’d risk helping you for, and you’re not going to shoot me; you need my help.”
His smug confidence and attitude caught me by surprise. It was true I needed his help, and I could no longer threaten him. Could I have told him about Lilith, and entice him with its profits? I guess I could offer him a role for delivering fake passports over Lilith, at least that would be desirable to people in our neighboring countries. I was certain Tai’s business would soar with Lilith’s help, but I was unwilling to expose myself as EL to anyone, much less to someone like Tai.
“How ab-”
“You know what, I changed my mind about your offer. I’ll do this favor for you. Bring the remaining three grand next week.”
That caught me by surprise. I was sure the Old Raccoon was plotting something, I just didn’t know what.
Muscles stacked the SIM cards and ID copies on the table, and allowed me to count and verify its authenticity. It was done, I had gotten what I came for, and prepared to leave. Muscles flipped the switch on the wall, and the creaky metal shutters started rumbling up.
“And you knew I had contacts for passports; how?”
“I didn’t. I threw a bait, and now I know you do.”
I got off my stool, stuffed my merchandize inside my pocket, and waited by the shutters to release me from this cage.
“You left your gun!” There was an irritation in his voice.
“Keep it, it’s an expensive replica.”
Immediately, there was a loud thud behind me. Tai’s chair flipped backwards and crashed to the ground as he rose up in anger, and slammed his palms on the table top.
“What the hell exactly are you now, L?” His voice was stern and sharp.
He had never called me by my name before. It was always “Sergeant,” or “Sir,” depending on his mood and level of intended sarcasm. I gave no reply to that; it was a good question. What was I, and who was I? Was I the cop masquerading as a villain, or the villain pretending to be a cop? As the shutters drew up, the life and lights from the world outside started flooding in like daybreak.
The clanging stopped; the shutters had fully retracted. Tai and Muscles were still intently waiting for an answer.
“I don’t really know anymore..”
Perhaps I was wrong, but as I was walking away, I heard the fainting voice of Tai saying to Muscles in the background, “…Get somebody to follow him..”
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To be continued
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Originally Posted by
cooglife
Love it ! The Asian Heisenberg with American Dream.
dude. either you’re SPF/CNB/ISD clone.. or some bot.. the font, spacing is exactly the same as a previous person’s.
NOTICE
After taking a long hiatus on working out the details of the story, I’m pleased to announce that there will be a total revamp of the story for more drama, plot, and content for the first few chapters leading up to KYUNG.
Rest assured, it will be much more enjoyable than the current draft.
The principal characters will remain the same, however, their roles will defer.
ADDITIONAL NOTICE
Once my revamps are done, and my additional chapters are complete, I will be publishing the first book by the end of the year. I am a strong believer of fair pay for fair work. After all, I did put a lot of effort into this, spending countless nights and days working it out. If you did enjoy my writing so far, do purchase a copy of my work in support of originality and creativity.
It will be split into two books.
Thank you very much
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Originally Posted by
AllNighter
Enjoyed very much the story TS, support
dude, i can assure everyone, you’re part of Anti-Vice. It’s no question how SPF does things: never posting personal comments about other posts, and at the same time, asking for more ‘Lobang’ to make other people give up their info. Brother, your tactics are exactly the same as the FBI. Nevermind who I am, but I am all too familiar with your tactics.
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Originally Posted by
AllNighter
Enjoyed very much the story TS, support
Isn’t it a wonder how much freedom you’re entitled to post with? You want to post freely, yet you can’t, because of restrictions.
Common FBI tactics:
Thanks bro, will be continuing .
First let me teach how to counter Anti Vice department .
Counter Anti Vice tactics
Stay tuned to Blotting Paper for more sophisticated Surveillance and Counter Surveillance techniques employed by L and Phillip Kyung
I do apologize for the long absence . The whole novel is in full swing with detailed planning and character development . So far the people I’ve sent the finalized draft to were incredibly impressed with the plot and characters . The whole series is going to be renamed to broaden the scope of this story. I’m looking at a publishing date at the beginning of next year , and believe it or not, it’s going to be split into two books.
I have never abandoned this novel , and don’t intend to. it’s all still in the works and completely rewritten keeping the main plot devices. The readers familiar with this pilot will remember the following characters.
Returning characters include:
L
Phillip Kyung
David Chon
Violet
Tai
Muscles
New characters include:
Nigel
Isabelle
Teck
Firas