BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
THE EPS 118 RON MULLER
THE EPS 118 RON MULLER
There is no restless heart but an overburdened feeling. Because life is not just about what we should have, without seeing the ability of self. Like the sun who always expects the moon, but they are destined to always live apart. So fight the hearts that have true love.
That night the moon hung dashing in the black sky. With its distance closer to Earth, the moon appears larger than the previous nights. But AKBP Samson is not interested in the moon. He still had a serious conversation with AKP Dandung until late at night.
“How was the result of your investigation about Alex, who is referred to as Serena's boyfriend?”
“Complete name Aleksander Busco, former commander of a Serbian army platoon, one of Interpol's most wanted fugitives for war crimes. He is a very strong human being. Physically trained to master the terrain and a technologist.”
“Who trained him?”
“After escaping from interpol, Alek is recruited by the best officer of his country queen Elisabeth. This is the man who became the real monster.”
Samson looked in amazement.
“And what is the name of the monster Dandung?.”
“Name Blade Muller.”
“Blade Muller? You mean Colonel Blade Muller? Who was killed in Megapolitan by British secret agents?”
Dandung nodded his head.
“Ndan Feather. It was the Indonesians who became British secret agents. It was this young man who had killed Blade Muller”
Samson was silent, a little bit he had read the profile of Blade Muller so he knew the football lunge, especially in the case of drugs Exqua Y-Blu, in addition to the case of abuse of work permit in Indonesia. He was also involved in the premeditated murder of Paul Warner, his own partner.
Blade was the best officer of the British royal army. Former commander and instructor of the British Royal Three Matra Special Forces. A land, sea and air combat strategist. He was also an accomplished strategy designer of city battles. In each of the heroic acts of the British special forces in the war against Iraq, Blade is not only a planner, he is a master of mind, master of plan and master of act as well.
After receiving the highest award from the queen Eliabeth, Blade decided to retire early from the business because he was tempted by the financial benefits of being a mercenary. With his skills, Blade could even build a mercenary business on his own. His students are widely used by almost all countries in the world, especially in conflict countries. Every faction that wins, there's Blade's involvement.
“So you think Alex is Blade Muller's man? Did he come here to avenge his death? Then where did he get his hypnotic abilities?”
“Siap Ndan! I have also long investigated this with my men,” said Dandung. “This is a murder to divert more main thing.”
“Owh, so what's your conclusion in the meantime?”
“There are no conclusions, but analysis based on facts is very strong.”
Samson nodded his head. His face looked serious listening to Dandung's explanation.
“Good. Now I want to listen to your analysis.”
Dandung took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Think for a moment while preparing words that must be clearly heard by his superior.
“The killing pattern with hypnotic mode is just a Ndan diversion, Like a pedal in murky water, they provoke our attention to focus on one thing. They are planning a bigger action. They were water-blocks, and at the same time also spread the bait. People think fish die because of the murky water, even though they die from eating the poisonous feed.”
“Good. So you're saying there's a bigger purpose for this hypnotic syndicate to trick our views?”
Dandung nodded firmly.
“Then what is the big destination?”
“The Alex group is just a small group assigned to clean up the police force that has data on Blade Muller. While the large group has another target that is even bigger.”
“Group is bigger? Who is the kingpin and how is his profile?” samson.
“He's Ron Muller. English tycoon who is a cousin of Blade Mulller.”
***
The night is so cold. Moist air after a drizzling rain all day causes lazy people to move outside the house. They prefer to crouch in the room with their partner, or watch porn while sleeping for single people. For people who are always perverted, **** is a routine that must be lived every time they need.
The loud thump of music frenzied in the forging with the cries of the people was deafening. Then they danced in an irregular motion, making the discotheque atmosphere so rowdy. Cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol make people who are not used to it feel as if their heart is going to explode.
‘Pull Sisss, semongko!!” shouted the sexy dressed beautiful DJ.
Then he started playing the turntable buttons to set the tempo and change the pitch. The other hand was agile concocting some songs with his mixer. Plus the tone setting is so perfect. Creating musical harmony that awakens the young souls of its listeners.
‘Ajeb-aje! Ajayb-ajeb-ajeb!
Ron Muller downed his last drink while clutching the body of a woman. Then he put his face on the woman's stomach. His tongue danced in his navel. The woman gulped, then her hand pressed firmly against the man's face against the skin of his stomach.
“Aakh! …” shouted with a stifled voice,
In the midst of the endless twisting of colorful lights, under the influence of the alcohol of a bottle of Whiskey he just downed, between the anger and vengeance that always haunts his mind, the nightclub world is a hallucinatory paradise capable of making him laugh. Convince his heart that he is a strong man and does not get carried away easily. He was able to play others with the power of his money.
“Aakh! Ssshh!..”
The blonde-haired woman's body continued to lunge at the tip of Ron Muller's tongue. Like the voice of a tortured woman, the cry of her voice was overwritten by the sound of sobs that were heartbreaking. But the sobs did not mean he was suffering, but the sobs because he felt the ease of his body played by Ron. The tongue is more cruel than the sword.
“Huft! It's Ron! Forgive me! …ssshhh! A. I su.. I have not lived,” lamented. “Aaaakhhh!!!”
His wailing sound ended with the explosion of hot lava from the small hill below his stomach.
“Auw!”
The female body of the PSK swerved in all directions, like a tall tree fooled by a strong wind. After that it stiffened for a moment, releasing all the flavor without anyone left behind. And the hot lava that smelled of rancid had hit Ron's face. It formed liquid spots on some corners of his face.
“Hrrgghh.”
At the end of the game, the woman growled with satisfaction. Ron's tongue is like a brushwork dancing on a piece of canvas, forming a beautiful painting. But somehow got the whisper of the devil from where, suddenly Ron Muller pulled out his katana sword. Then he spun around very quickly while slashing his samurai sword towards the woman's still-covered neck.
“Crash! Aaakh..!”.