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46 . WORRIES

The sound of rough buzzing accompanied by the spread of items on the table made Erick surprised. Just a few minutes ago he was asked to face the commander, now the room was like a warehouse. Messy.

Erick's brown eyes stared at Hubert who was walking over. The two eyebrows of the man were fused very sharply.

“Why did you turn off the communication channel?” ask the man who fought the rogue.

Of course Erick remembered that it was Adnan who turned him off when he approached the young man and saw Adara

and a man there. Behind the snow mountains. However, he preferred to be quiet. Erick wouldn't tell Hubert this even if he was his father.

“Father's Answer, Erick,” hiss Hubert emphasized his sentence.

The net they met each other, does not show at all that they are tied to the relationship of father and father

anak anak. Anyone knows how they are related. There is no closeness at all.

“Erick!” jolt Hubert.

Erick took a breath. “I'm sorry,” he said.

“You know, right, what are you doing?” reply Hubert. “You broke the rules!”

Saliva Erick gulped perfectly. He knew that no matter how evasive he was, his father would not believe his words.

“What is that trash that turns it off?” Hubert started talking again. “You escaped from the terrain for what? There's something you keep secret from me, ‘kan?”

The brunette man stiffened his body. Forms an invisible boundary that can be felt

by the man in front of him. “I know this is wrong, but this has nothing to do with the trash I mean,”. He's right mafhum who's the trash the father meant.

Who else if not Adnan?

“Is Dad still not satisfied sending him to Cosmo?” ask Erick. “Daddy still wants to torture him again? Why

Father did not contact Cosmo party just to ask about self—”

“Enough, Erick!” hubert intersects with baritone tones.

“I'm right, ‘kan?” reply Erick. “If Dad is curious, why don't you ask Cosmo?”

Hubert's eyes squinted sharply. He paused for a moment, trying to browse through the contents of his son's mind. However, a moment later he swallowed his saliva and turned towards his desk.

“Come out now!” her door.

Erick jerking. It was not usual for the father to not scold him. There is something strange about this man.

“Come, Erick!”

Shortly after his son left the room, Hubert screeched. He shut up for a moment, then looked back at the door of the room that had been closed.

“Your task is done, son,” hiss.

***

The brunette walked down the corridor, heading to Alan's room. There's something he has to

talk about it other than to ask for pain medication. Being mandated as captain does not mean he is in good health. Erick even felt his body was getting decrepit since Adnan left him.

“I'm going to your room now,” he told Alan through earphones.

“I'm already in the room, Erick,” reply Alan.

Erick continued down the corridor and turned left at the intersection. Some people followed him, for what reason. The young man's steps stopped. He was about to open the door of the room in front of him, but was shut down. His breath just blew. He continued his journey down the corridor. To the point where his position was correct, the young man again stopped. The chocolate bead glanced.

“Why are you guys hiding?” mumbled wailing.

For a few seconds of waiting, no one nodded. Erick continued on his way. However, a fraction of a minute

next, he swiftly turned around, one hand pulling the revolver tucked in the waist, then shooting towards the people who followed him.

One shot injured the shoulder of one of the men. Erick rushed to leave them. However, his hopes of being free were dashed just like that. Some people were chasing him and quickly followed.

also hunted, just like Professor Harris' son. And he certainly knows who is behind all these conflicts.

Yep. Own father.

The shot went hard and almost hit Erick. The young man turned around for a moment and released his bullet, still running. Nahas, there's nothing about them.

Erick activates his communication channel with Alan back. A loud noise sounded for a moment.

“Alan!” he whispered half so that the people behind him would not listen.

“E-Ericks? Where are you? Why not arrive?” ask Alan from across the line. The gunfire returned

whizzing, made Alan glare. “Erick! Answer me!”

The brunette boy was grieving. “I'm chased!” the answer. “I don't have much time now.”

Alan who had been sitting in his work chair immediately got up. His heartbeat hunted as if he felt the same as the young Frederick.

“Erick, tell me your location now!” her word.

“I can't!”

“Erick!”

In the next few seconds, the communication channel was cut off. Or rather cut off by Erick.

Right now, he stopped and faced off against a few people, while behind him 3 people were also blocking. Erick grinned between his wry smile.

“Did my father tell trash like you guys to arrest me?” the scales.

Those guys don't chim. They began to float a raw bogem towards the young man. No fight

inevitable. Erick swung his fists, fended off, and repelled the attacks from them.

BUKK!

Damnit. Actually, even though Adnan had taught him many times martial techniques, but still Erick could not match his level. The death kick struck his stomach, gradually a hard kick that landed on his back. Erick.

A blow aimed at him. He dodged quickly and made the punch hit the floor surface. The young man got up and tried to fight back. Nahas, punch after punch was obtained by him. He fell back.

A hint of red liquid flowed from several wounds on the face, including the corners of her broken lips. Erick looked up, though,

saw some netra staring at him. However, something hit his nape in the blink of an eye.

The young man fell completely unconscious.

***

Alan was in a hurry to get outside the room. However, his steps came to a halt when a girl entered

her room. He's a little snapped.

“What's up?” ask the girl.

“Megan ...” Alan breathed a moment. “Ericks. He's in danger!”

The girl's bead is cross-cutting. He turned around and ran outside the room. Alan followed him in one direction. However, all they got was an empty corridor directed towards the storage warehouse.

Megan ducked, finding blood spots all around. “There was a fight here a while ago,” he said.

Alan regulated his breathing rhythm. As a doctor, he's not as good at running as other members of the military. His forehead wrinkled.

“Someone must have caught the boy now,” hiss growled. Both of his hands clenched tightly.

The other with Megan. He stood up while thinking. “Doctor, we'd better get to the room now,” the door.

They were meeting each other. As if knowing what he meant, the two nodded.

***