After Two Decades
"Where is Prof. Ram?"

Dorr ... Dorr ... Dorr

Another shot came from behind as I focused forward. I was surprised and agile to avoid. I quickly turned my body, repelled the opposing forces mercilessly. They also died helpless. I didn't want to waste my time back upstairs, but my arms and legs were starting to hurt. It turned out that the shot from behind had hurt me, even though the rattling bullets had nothing right against me, but it had grazed my legs, arms, and shoulders. Scratch small tear wounds in many parts. But I don't care. I continued forward and up, the restaurant room was completely chaotic. Tables turned over, cups and plates smashed, lifeless bodies scattered everywhere.

Suddenly I saw a shadow passing in front of me with a very fast movement. No wonder he is Jan. I can recognize it from his different clothes. He moved agilely to the side of the room and jumped over the high table on the edge of the wall. He crawled behind the table to the corner of the room where the chef cooked the dishes. I don't know what he's gonna do. I myself was busy shooting every troop that came down from the face of the stairs across the room. I continued to move up the stairs. However, I was restrained by a large swarm of security forces that suddenly swarmed down the crowded. The number is many times more than that. I realized my machine gun bullets were a little, and I didn't want to fall back. The agile moves secured themselves behind the table where my friend had been, but the overwhelming army was like a vanishing tsunami. I kept shooting at every one that came in as much as I could, until the rest of my bullets ran out.

"Catch this!" yang screeched while throwing a long-barreled rifle at me. Soon I took off the machine gun and caught Jan's gun. However, the weapon turned out to be a Benelli M4 rifle. I was dumbfounded a little, this weapon is quite complicated and impractical to shoot many opponents in a short time. I need an assault rifle. But I had no choice, I kept using it. Shoot at my opponent up ahead. Fortunately they also used a shotgun instead of an assault rifle or semi-automatic pistol. So, I also have time to shoot them first. Even though I am still under pressure because their numbers are countless.

While Jan doesn't know what he's doing.

But suddenly my best friend came out of his place by dragging two gas cylinders. It must have been obtained from the place where the chef cooks in the corner of this restaurant. He immediately rolled the two tubes into the middle of the room, where the crowd of opposing troops. Now I understand why he gave me this Benneli M4 rifle. I just stood up and came out of hiding. Get rid of three to four opponents in front. Then I looked for the right angle of fire, I aimed at the two gas cylinders in the middle of the room.

I pulled the trigger.

Duarrrr, gas cylinders bursting violently spewing flames everywhere. They have struck dozens of security forces. They were shocked and panicked. Hurriedly tried to save themselves, but the kasip, they were already struck by the explosive fire. Leave the body ignited and blazing.

Duarrrr, another gas cylinder followed. Exploding with even more devastating explosions grabbed the entire security force with almost nothing left. They jumped to and fro in shock and panic. The fire raged in almost every corner of the room. Terrifying lights devoured all things and everyone that existed. The remains of the security forces still standing, one by one, were uprooted by my gunfire. From the stairs, a number of troops were still emerging. As if undaunted to see dozens of their comrades were already scattered. Until suddenly Jan rolled another gas cylinder, which this time the size is larger. And as soon as the fire ignited it, plus the shots from my rifle and Jan's rifle were almost at the same time, then no mercy anymore,

Duarrrrrrr, an explosion many times more powerful shook the entire room. The sound of the explosion was deafening. Jan and I jumped behind the table. The flames made the room bright. The red whiz devoured and blew up everything he encountered. Jan and I are now confused as to how to get through this room. While dozens of lifeless bodies of security forces piled up and licked with tongues of fire.

I was stunned for a moment. Tonight I have exceeded the limits of the actions I have done before. I really became a vicious, cruel, and merciless monster. I don't know about Jan, but it seems that her care and loyalty towards me makes her willing to do anything. Maybe I've gone too far, but the anger inside me has gone deep. This ambition almost made me lose my mind. However, in reality, if not against me I would just die silly and be crushed without a remnant by these hundreds of troops. They are weak, less professional, not good at shooting, and easily paralyzed, but their number is not kidding. In these very urgent circumstances, it should be natural that I take every measure to protect myself. Pleadings.

"Just get over here" Jan asked. He passed by me and went to the stairs closest to our place. The stairs where I came. Carrying the Benelli M4 rifle, I caught up with Jan. We passed through the fire area carefully. Down the stairs to the long corridor where I was. Jan and I ran along the corridor. It gets to the end where there's the same staircase that leads to the same room. We walked up, arrived back in the room of the restaurant, but on the opposite side of the table and kitchen chef earlier. From here we can walk along the edge of the wall to avoid the fire that continues to burn, to reach the stairs which is the way up to the top floor.

We really need extra focus and caution to get through the blaze that somehow goes out. Fortunately, no security forces came to block our steps. After the tremendous explosion earlier, the wave of their attack that had no breakup stopped. Either their troops had indeed been devoured by fire, or perhaps their leader had deliberately withheld the attack.

My best friend and I finally made it to the stairs. Just a few steps up, about five troops appeared to head above. Then no doubt as my rifles spoke, they fell helpless. We climbed up without any significant obstruction. Arrive in the long corridor. The corridors on the sides were the doors of the inn rooms. Because in addition to casinos, restaurants, and prostitution facilities, the Green Floor Building also has lodging. It's just not for commercial but the residence of this brave army of their death. There were a total of fifty rooms from the floor where we were ten floors up. Up again from that are their workspaces and administrative offices.

Jan and I walked quickly down that corridor. To the end of the corridor go up the stairs. Up one floor, arrived an identical corridor. Run in a hurry, meet the stairs again. Up one more floor, another corridor, another staircase, another corridor, another staircase, another corridor. So it continues up to ten floors. It feels like de javu or like being stuck in the passage of time, doing the exact same thing over and over again like no end. Inevitably we have to be like that, because if using the elevator will be very dangerous.

Step by step we entered the room. Sleeking through the work tables. Keep watching in all directions. The room was bright, but silent not playing. M16 in Jan's hands, and Benelli M4 in my hands are fiercely poached ready to prey on anyone who threatens. We passed through the room, like soldiers raiding an opponent's hideout. To the other side of the room, go up the stairs. Ride one floor, arriving in another identical workspace. Passed again in the same style. Arriving at the stairs again, ascending and arriving at a corridor.

We walked down that corridor. If we get to the end, we will arrive at the stairs that take us down to the workroom earlier. We stopped in the middle of the corridor, in front of an unlocked door.

"It's headed for Junior's office!" said Jan. "Be prepared!"

I'm nodding. Cock my gun. Jan opened the door. Seen the stairs are arranged up and at the end closed again by the door. Jan signals to go up. I started taking steps. Careful. Stare sharply. Stand by. Jan by my side, step faster. He had arrived before the door.

Jan looked at me for a moment. Then open the door forcibly. I broke through quickly. Enter into a large room. I pointed a rifle, aiming right at the head of someone sitting behind the desk, in the middle of the room. Jan followed and pulled his gun. The man looked no surprise at our arrival.

The person who was sitting was standing. Smiling and clapping.

"First of all I give standing applause to you, Jantoro!" said it. "After the romp we thought had grilled you alive, you suddenly appeared defiant before my eyes tonight. That's great!"

Jan responded with a grin.

"Second, welcome, Renato! I am so honored to meet you. Even I had to deal with you at once with Jan, the two most dangerous young men of the decade, I see, right?"

I grunt. I don't know this guy, I've never met him before. According to Jan's explanation earlier, this person must be Junior Fadz-Riel, the leader of this building and business. When I was dealing with the Green Floor Building, their leader was not this Junior. It's changed, and I really just met him tonight. At first I thought he was the same age as us, but when I finally saw his face and appearance, it turned out that he was a man who was quite old. I think he's a decade older than me and Jan. I admit, he's a very relaxed person. Almost all of his army had been wiped out, Jan and I pointed guns at his head, he was alone in this room, but he was still smiling and there was a lot of noise.

"Now, I want to ask you nicely," said Junior as he sat back down. "There is no wind, no rain, but you came here looking for things. What's up?"

Red was on my face hearing that. I took a few steps straight forward. Attached the end of the gun barrel to his forehead. Ready to make his brain burst out whenever I want.

"Where is Prof. Ram?"