Beautiful Thief And The King
Being a Real Criminal

Norman and Freya ran towards the parked car quite a distance after they managed to land smoothly while jumping over the high fence. The guards inside had already dashed towards the gate, they had not expected any thieves to barge in and they were sure, something had been stolen by the thieves, so they had to chase and get back whatever had been stolen.

Freya wasted no time, the items she brought were carefully placed and after that she got into the car. The engine was turned on, Norman was already sitting by his side. The guards had already come out of the fence, they ran towards the car that Freya had started running.

The collector's housekeeper stood in the middle of the road to rain down Freya's car with hot lead. Freya did not retreat, the car was even carried at high speed. Although the car is not bulletproof but he increasingly drove his vehicle at high speed.

The sound of bullets hitting the body of the car was heard, Freya tried to avoid the bullets by carrying her car carelessly. Norman held on, what a determined woman but he praised the courage and prowess that Freya had. Tonight, he really learned a lot and he gained a thrilling experience.

"Let's die apparently!" Freya.

"What do you want to do?" ask Norman.

"Bashing them, what else?"

"You're crazy, Freya!"

"I don't like being a criminal. If you want to be a criminal, be a real criminal!"

"I like your style!" norman said, women must be like that, tough and not crybaby. Most importantly, not half.

"Hold tight!" Freya. Like a racer, the car was carried at high speed, the guards still rained down on them with hot lead even one of them was already standing in the middle with a bazooka in hand.

Norman held on tight, only this time he was in the car that was carried super fast. It seems like Freya not only has the talent to be a professional thief but she is also talented to be a professional racer.

The bazooka in the guard's hand was shot, the bullet shot straight towards Freya's car which was traveling from the opposite direction. Freya like to complain his car with the bullet but after the distance of the car and the bazooka bullets have stayed a few meters, Freya turned the steering wheel to the right to do a drift. Norman and Freya's unblinking eyes stared at the bazooka bullets that flashed before their eyes and in a single breath, the bullet rushed past their car and hit something on the side of the road. Still in the position of the car running tilted, Freya turned the full steering wheel to the right so that the car spun on the road and swept away the guards who were still standing in the middle of the road. The guards were swept away and bounced from being hit by a car.

"Wow.. Whoa!" Norman shouted, what a crazy action that surprised him.

Freya completely changed like everyone else, the archaeologist who was always in the desert is now turned into a racer because after hitting the guards, Freya took her car away from that place.

"Wow, you're really great!" praise Norman.

"I'm not great, don't praise!" Freya turned away, only to realize that if the clothes worn by Norman were wet there were even blood spots on the car seat.

"Gosh, are you hurt?" ask Freya.

"Just a gunshot wound, no need to worry!"

"Don't underestimate gunshot wounds because you're gonna die of blood loss!" Freya stopped the car after they were far enough away because she felt it was safe enough. The bodyguards were unlikely to catch up after the mess they had done.

Freya jumped out of the car and took the medicine box from the back seat. Although he doesn't like Norman but thanks to the man, his mission tonight can go smoothly and he must thank him.

"Come out, I'll treat your wounds!" Freya.

"I said it's okay."

"Come on, you're hurt because of me. Even though I've killed a lot of people since I changed professions, but I'd feel very guilty if you died."

"Alright, I don't want to die soon either!" Norman took off his clothes without hesitation, Freya turned away involuntarily. Honestly, he was still reminded of the trunk he accidentally saw.

"You gonna treat or not?" asked Norman because Freya was silent even though she had been waiting since.

"Maybe it will hurt a little," Freya cleans the blood first and around the wound with alcohol.

"It looks like you're used to this, Freya?" Norman did not appear to be in pain at all, for such injuries he had often had due to the strenuous training he had to undergo.

"When I became a thief, I've had a lot of shots and I've always pulled out the pulses myself but sometimes Cristin will help."

"Oh, yeah? What about the wound on your arm back then?" Norman turned around, then grabbed Freya's arm to see the wound on her treated arm. It seems that what the woman said was not a figment.

Norman turned back, so that Freya could treat the wound on his shoulder. They were both silent for a moment, Freya was busy preparing some tools that she could use to take out unseen bullets.

"Enough, you better go to the hospital" Freya said.

"No, just do it!" Norman's orders.

"Well," the knife was washed with alcohol because he had to make a wound first if he wanted to take out the bullet in Norman's shoulder.

"Thank you for your help tonight" Norman said.

"No. I need to thank you, Freya," Norman replied while enduring the pain when the knife in Freya's hand had already made a wound. Fresh blood flowed, Freya was really already an expert at doing just that because she did it so quickly.

"You're saying you have power, doesn't that mean you can clear your own name without getting involved like this?" ask Freya again.

"It's true, I can even do anything and I can throw you in jail like I said!"

"If so, why don't you do it?" now he's trying to pin a bullet in sight and pull it out of Norman's shoulder.

"I'm coming for a vacation, Freya. I want my vacation to be fun so I need a challenge and getting involved with you is the best choice I've made because you can provide an experience I've never done before!"

Freya was silent, she was more focused on what she was doing because after the bullet had been obtained, she had to sew a wound on Norman's back to cover the wound. It turned out that it was a reason possessed by Norman so willing to get involved in the problems he was experiencing.

"But you know it's dangerous if you keep getting involved with me, right?" ask Freya.

"Of course, I know and I'm not afraid of danger!"

"All right, hold on a second!" pinta Freya because she's about to start sewing.

Norman tried to endure the pain, lest he look shameful before Freya. Just such a minor wound, the pain was not long.

"After tonight you'll get more involved with me, Norman. But you don't have to worry, I'll clear your name later after everything's done!" Freya.

"Think of yourself, I think we should get out of this place!"

"You're right, a little more is done!" the last stitch was done, Freya used a small scissor to cut the thread, "You should go to the hospital so as not to leave an ugly mark later!" said again.

"No problem, these wounds will become memories."

"It's done!" Freya had already put something on the wound she had finished sewing.

"Thank you," the shirt back on, Freya rushed to save the medicine box and after that she got back in the car and left the place. It was quite a tiring night and certainly a very pleasant and challenging night for Norman despite the injuries he received.