Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 45

Inside the walk in closet, Diego took off his suit and shirt, then threw it away. The back of the field looks quite strong and sturdy one of the transverse scars that are stitched origin is very clear because of its length. After removing the shirt, he took the shirt from the closet and put it on.

"You're good at lying now," Diego mocked Ashan who had just answered a phone call from Aishe.

"No, Mister. I've just saved you."

The eyes that were originally focused on looking at the glass, suddenly moved towards looking at Ashan. Like a tiger that just woke up from sleep on purpose.

Just at such a crucial moment, Eraz gave Diego a short-barreled weapon and a bullet. A sneaky smile suddenly flashed clearly on his face. While staring at Ashan, Diego loaded his bullets one by one into the weapon. Makes Ashan swallow his saliva rough.

"Actually you don't have to step in, sir." Eraz tries to convince Diego to change his mind.

"No! Things related to that man, I'll intervene myself." Diego slipped the gun into his pants.

"The limit is two hours, so we have to be quick. If there is a powerful enemy, there is no need to deal with seriously, all we need are those documents!" Diego explained.

"Understand me, Master!" Answer some of his confidants compactly.

Rehan and Ashan pushed the clothes storage rack, which then left the two shelves open. It looks like a storage room full of weapons of various brands such as Colt 1911, Colt Single, Smith & Wesson 44 Magnum, M-16, to M2HB 50-Caliber Machine Gun.

The three men took some weapons, put them in their back pants, and some of them were openly in the tent. Once everything was ready, they switched up the stairs to the top, which turned out to be a garage.

Diego opens the door to one of his flagship cars, the Range Rover Sentinel. A 5000 cc car capable of accelerating 0-100 KM/h in 10.4 seconds. In addition, this car is included in the category of armored cars or armored cars.

Five cars drive out of a garage in Samlar, Turkey. All five drove at full speed, breaking the silence of the streets that were already deserted. An hour's drive, their car reached the town of Arnavutkoy.

Several people were standing guard around, coming to Diego's car to report.

"It's been twenty minutes he's in, sir," said a man speaking to Diego, who was still sitting in the car.

"Good, secure the area!"

All of his men had been prepared to be in their respective positions, including the five men who were walking around snugglingly securing some guards outside. The abilities of the five people were apparently quite agile, in just less than ten minutes since they had descended, the ten people standing guard outside instantly fell flat with slashes on their necks.

The night felt so quiet and gripping. The shining moon seemed to be silenced to see some people sprawled without being able to scream.

Diego's men managed to take over the situation outside. Now, it's time for Diego and the others to go down. Eraz, one of Diego's mainstay right hands in close combat, was ready with his two pistols. He barged in first, and paved the way for the others.

DOR DOR

Diego leisurely walked past the corpses of his enemies. No matter, innocent and confident.

Eraz walks behind protecting Diego, while Ashan walks in front of him paving the way. Getting rid of some people who tried to disturb his master, getting rid of the corpse under his feet so that his master would not stumble.

Diego's gaze was sharp as a sword, although he looked straight ahead, the amber-colored bead was able to see one person who almost pierced him with a dagger. With a quick movement he dodged, then brushed off his enemy's hand until the knife was released. As soon as it was gone, Diego caught it with his left hand, then stuck the sharp dagger in his arm.

Unsatisfied to see his enemy screaming, he pulled the dagger again and stuck it into the chest, pulled it again and stuck it in his neck. Eventually, the man fell helpless.

PROK PROK PROK PROK

The sound of applause echoed between the sound of screams and gunshots. A middle-aged man stood on the second floor, staring at Diego who was standing below.

"You coming, son?"

Diego took off the hat that had been on his head. "It's been a long time, Frans. You're not wearing your second mask and licking my dad's leg again?" said Diego with a look of disdain.

The middle-aged man looked annoyed, he pulled the gun from the man standing next to him and pointed the gun at Diego. But he had not yet pulled the trigger, Diego first shot his arm and made his gun fall on the floor.

"Slow!" Diego's expression turned flat.

After successfully taking down a man named Frans, he walked up to the top to discuss.

"Uncle's men are getting weaker and weaker for a long time. Making a game between us isn't fun, is it, Old Man?" Diego plays the dagger he just took from his thick shoe.

But even though Diego had played the dagger, it did not scare Frans in the least. He laughed out loud as if he was underestimating Diego.

"You're right about one thing, son. But you're wrong about everything else, too. I'm old, but the rest of his men are young."

JLB! ARGH!

Diego with a flat face stuck the dagger in his thigh. "You're noisy!" he said a little upset.

Frans once again laughed, with a shrill and resounding voice. "Do you want to know one thing? The woman's taste was delicious, every inch of her body was tempting. I hear you have another lover? The woman was also very beautiful, it must have felt …."

Diego squeezes Frans' jaw until his mouth is open, then puts the tip of the gun in his mouth and …. 'Dor' his voice echoed and sounded so melodious in Diego's ears.

"If your mouth can't speak well, it's better to keep quiet!"