Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 144

The Aishe Place.

After traveling for more than two hours, the helicopter they boarded had landed perfectly in a tallest building in Izmir. Just as they arrived in Izmir, Diego's entourage had just arrived at Bursa.

A man in neat clothes was seen standing waiting for the arrival of Mustafa, Deniz, and also Aishe. Then, immediately take them to the airport, because their private plane is ready.

Just halfway through, the man driving it gave the latest information from Diego's group.

"They split it into three teams. Eraz and Rey go to Arnavutkoy. Then, Ashan and Emmil go to Gebze. While Mr. Rehan and Mr. Diego, go to Bursa."

A bursa? "Isn't it closer than Izmir?" sidelines Aishe who was sitting in the back along with Deniz.

"Yes, Miss."

"Then tell the Captain. Change our route!" Mustafa who sat in front immediately gave the order.

"Already, Sir. Captain's asking permission and lanes for the ATC officer."

Goody! This guy is pretty deft.

The latest sedan from the Audi brand is free to pitch in the silence of the night. Penetrating fog that suddenly descended, with speeds above 120 kilometers per hour. Not for an hour. Cars have entered the airport area, even directly to their private plane parking lot.

It was at this time that their authority and wealth were showcased. Who can bring a private car into a special Apron, approaching their private plane, other than the president? In fact, money is just a small thing to make things easier if in a 'hurry' situation'.

Don't want to waste too much time. The three of them, accompanied by the man who had picked them up and escorted them, immediately got out of the car. Aishe carefully held Deniz's hand, and led him into the plane.

"Look your step, son!" deniz said a little worried.

"The roads are so broad, you don't stumble, Dad." Aishe tried to calm Deniz down.

"I'm not worried about myself. I'm just worried about you."

Two corners of Aishe's lips suddenly lifted after a few hours he put on a flat face full of worry. But unfortunately, that smile only lasted quite short on her beautiful face.

The Dassault Falcon 8X, a private aircraft that can travel a total distance of 7,422 nautical miles (13,745 kilometers) at a maximum speed of 600 miles (965 kilometers) per hour. This is what makes it dubbed the ultra long range jet, and the transportation they choose compared to staying in a helicopter, because the speed only reaches 400 kilometers per hour.

The 356-kilometer range is less than an hour, very fast compared to a regular commercial aircraft.

There were two Rubicon cars waiting for their arrival, who immediately picked them up as soon as the plane landed and entered the Apron.

"Sir, they went to Uludag. There was a fierce fight between Mr. Diego and Max –" the man explained, Aishe first cut it.

"Some minor injuries, miss. It's just that Max ran away, and they're after him."

"What are you waiting for then? Let's go!" snapped Aishe who looked impatient.

Feelings of worry re-strewn, filled the crown of his head, and he was eager to get out. However, when his own eyes have not seen the husband, how can his heart be relieved?

The two cars went hand in hand, darting quickly toward where Diego and Max were.

How long time had passed, suddenly the sunlight began to be seen from the east side. The light that grew longer and brighter, as if bringing them out of the darkness of a gripping night.

"There's equipment in the back that you might be able to wear" said the man who was driving.

Aishe who was again sitting at the back, immediately turned to look back that was directly connected to the trunk. He saw a box and took it. There was a weapon, also a vest and a dagger inside there, which Aishe immediately took out.

Aishe gave Mustafa some weapons, and also put a vest on Deniz.

"Stay with Mustafa's father later, he can protect you!" aishe said as she fitted her vest and put the gun behind her suit.

"Who taught you how to hold a gun, son?" asked Deniz suddenly.

"According to Dad, who else?"

On the other side. Diego is fighting one-on-one with Max once again. The shadow of boxing and kicks many times he lay on men who are not young anymore, but believe me, Max's stamina is still quite strong.

With his legs slightly limped by the bullets Max's men hit his thigh, Diego tries to stabilize his horses. Fighting with his adoptive uncle was desperately.

As for Max, he still looked relaxed. His sneaky smile even escaped his flat face several times. However, he had already lost his left Thumb, as well as some puncture wounds on his arm and thigh.

...☆TBC☆...

Do you know why long?

Because there is something that needs to be surveyed by othor. About many things, let's not impress 'forced' that, and the story is like living even though only 🤣 essay

so understand and keep stocking sajen 😌😌

Next chapter tomorrow, may othor tetep sane and dapet many sajen tonight 🤣