Don'T Touch Mine Or Die!!!
Chapter: Fun games

"Hahaha..was I in too much of a hurry?" The man chuckled again but when he turned his head to the side he clenched both his hands furiously.

His hand reached into the pocket to pull out the firearm, with a flat gaze towards the men lying beside the tank from the explosion.

Almost every body of the uniformed man was burned with oil, plus the never-ending fire left them all helpless.

Alka had to act quickly, before everything burned down and one thing that mattered most, the woman was still there and could probably get hurt if the fire spread.

He shot all the men who were there, allowing the place to become a sea of fire with a beautiful color.

Red and a little fishy, his senses try to enjoy every fishy blood that has begun to mix with the sea water.

He walked up to the corpse with a face so fierce that he stepped on the arm that once touched his soulmate, who dared to tie the girl under the damn oil tank.

None of the humans he missed almost every man who was there had been separated from their arms because of his actions, while being engrossed in his activities, he said, the Alka's attention leads to an old man playing on the floor with fire.

Alka was just a child discovering an amazing robot toy.

"What's going on?" Said crouching.

"Byada*b!! you'll regret everything you did to me today." Said the old man still trying to crawl away from the flames behind him.

"really? Shouldn't I say that, every pain you give my woman I'll change tenfold." Alka cupped her own cheeks while smiling sweetly picking up a pretty thing in one of her pants pockets.

"Waw see, isn't this Demian's pretty?" The words showed the small and sharp object.

A beloved little knife that he will never leave under any circumstances, not because of its shape but because of its very dangerous role.

If a little in contact with the skin, must have made an engraving that will never disappear in a lifetime.

Alka glanced at the old man's hand carefully and...

"Akhh!!!"

One stab in Demian's palm, the screech that came out like a new album he was listening to. Either because of the effect of his treatment on the wife, made him happy many times.

"You're a bedeb*h daring to touch my wife's white cheek!" His words pulled and back pierced the palm of that hand.

Smile and laugh, the look on his face is now exactly like a boy playing.

Unable to make another sound, Demian fell silent feeling every stab that had separated the fingers.

He even wanted to scream loudly, to die. But what power, everything he planned nothing worked.

Unimaginable if today the things he avoided during his life happened, he always told all his members not to make a fuss or make King interested.

But today, it is he who denies what he says himself. He was now in a dead state but still breathing, stiff body could not be moved, part of his body blistered from burning fire.

It was amazing, but he could not turn on this man named Alka now, because he was the one who started the problem first.

...

"I found her, her GPS in the North Sea an oil tank." Fatian.

But because the man she was with was now so serious as to save someone who might just be her rival.

From the movements of this man, he was not just worried but there was another sense that stood out.

Fatia did not want to take a headache, and refocused, she did not want to think about it now. While the man who was beside her did not care at all for her partner.

"Call Brother Lart and the others." Tell Aident to stay focused on the streets.

"Good." Welcome Fatia to open her iPad.

...

"Hey!" Alka said confusedly as the old man's eyes did not blink.

His hands stretched out to pry Demian's eyes, and he did not feel that he was ruining the scene because of that eye, he stopped and stabbed the old man in the head several times.

But when he saw the knife in his grasp, he was still not satisfied, but the man was dead. His face was annoyed, looking at everyone behind him, ascertaining whether there was still anyone to play with.

But from anywhere, no one survived, he walked slowly but when his attention returned to meet his wife he even became panicked.

with as soon as possible he ran over to Listya, lifting her away from the fire that was a little longer reaching her, Luckily.

He saw the body of the wife filled with sweat, due to heat. Alka riding her Speedboat put the Listya as comfortable as possible, in order to rest.

"Are you okay, Dear?" He chuckled at the face he so longed for.

"Let's go home." Reciprocity.

...

On the other hand Aident and Fatia are already on top of the Speedboat, and almost half the way to the oil tank.

They still continued to run the machine with silence, because both of them were not making a sound.

Fatia refrained from asking her questions, as the man was still very focused. He was afraid to discuss anything at this time it might make Aident uncomfortable and might just hate him.

It was enough to be shunned, he did not want any more distance between the two of them, it would make him tormented.

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Alka, seeing such a beautiful face illuminated by the light of the moon at night, though dark she could still see the face of the wife clearly.

a night so supportive with a bright full moon, reflecting its rays in the ocean. Exactly like a painting, he slightly enjoyed these moments.

Just for a moment, because he could feel the cold touching his body suddenly, of course it was Listya who was starting to get cold.

Alka did not want to take the risk, and went back to continue the journey to the mainland without her realizing there was another Speedboat on the different side towards them.

Alka did not care and did not care, now the main priority is to bring the wife back, and treat every wound.

see you.. my lovely 🌹.