Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
18: The Hard Truth

Jimmi no longer runs, other than he who also no longer releases his bullet. Full of caution, the man looked back. But his decision immediately made him shocked. Because behind him, down there is such a steep slope. It could die immediately or at least cac4t anyone who was thrown there, without exception him.

Slowly but surely, Jimmi advanced while again holding firmly pist0lnya. He noticed the movements of the figure of a strong man at once high in front of him. From the appearance even though the man continued to look down and to cover part of the face using a mask, he felt familiar. As if he knew. More than the way he dressed, the man was so similar to his appearance, and it was part of the maf1a uniform. Though there should be no other maf1a there especially if the maf1a to protect Azzura which should be consumed1.

“His eggs must have been exhausted because from earlier, he continued to penetrate4k,” sure Excel in his heart while continuing to advance. Both hands he had protected using gloves and he realized, Jimmi had just been watching.

Jemmi is clearly seen watching the state of Excel including that of Excel which has deliberately protected both hands so that if the two hands act, not to leave a trace.

“He's not a random person. He understands the preparation to be in the present state!” Jimmi, who is still talking in his heart, is also still watching Excel. The figure that until not wearing a special fragrance seems to deliberately not want to be recognized. “Excel?!” It's just that the figure is also for Jemmi very similar to Excel. Yes, Excel. Her best friend since a frustrated Junior High begged for job help, then she pulled it to be part of her job and it was a cruel maf1a. The figure who is also immediately deft, versatile, and predicted will be their mafi4 leader in the future.

Excel reflexes go slower while watching around. The reflex response he deliberately did so that Jimmi thought, as if he did not recognize the figure in question.

“Look, how do you repay my kindness? Don't forget, even if you finish me off1, the way you do it will still be instantly recognizable. And you also have to remember, since we became part of our maf14, we are always followed by CCTV monitoring!”

“Simply signal your phone I saw was around Cilacap too. Apparently, you just got from there. So, why are you protecting Azzura? You want to donate the lives of your mom and your two sisters in exchange?”

Facing Jimmi is a tough challenge. Moreover, however, Junior High friends who have also become his best friends are like his helper gods.

“Tega you finished me off1, in my house .. my wife who has been waiting for my return and is now in a big pregnancy, will immediately .. overtake me!” This time, Jimmi went to tears.

Heavy, there was really nothing else they felt besides that. 3rang or even spend 1 each other just to survive and defend loved ones. The fantastic1s pay they receive from their work is absolutely worth it.

Excel has a dilemma. Because if he did not finish 1 Jimmi, of course the man would have done it to Azzura. But if Jimmi is not spent1, not only Azzura's life will be lost, but also Excel family.

The sound of the pist0l trigger being pulled from before him and it was Jimmi who directed at him, teasing the silence there. Excel heart is getting faster. He stared straight at the pist0l muzzle that had been pointed at him.

Excel knows that neither he nor Jimmi are selfish. But if he let Azzura hurt, at home there Arum's mother who was so good to him would roar. Arum's mother will cry blood if Azzura to why-why especially if it stretched lifew4.

“Let's just end it and I'll make sure, I'll finish 1 you! My wife is waiting for my return. We will be happy with our first baby!” sure it was Jimmi who slowly let go of the trigger.

Jimmi rushed to Excel. Excel is ready to reply if the man is close. However, before actually facing each other, Jimmi had already thrown his celurrit first, but it was just a fake throw because the one Jimmi threw was a dagger and immediately stuck near the right neck of Excel. Fresh blood had already flowed straight from there. Excel grimaced with pain, but Jimmi smiled with satisfaction.

“Every of our senjat4 is always accompanied by poison. You can be sure, your time is only a short time away, Xel!” said Jimmi who then said, “You deliberately did not bring a weapon to eliminate traces, right? You intend to finish my1 using my weapon? The problem is if you pull the dagger, you will lose a lot of blood!” He ended his speech with a smile of victory.

Excel had no choice but to pull the dagger near his neck. No matter how much blood will come out of it, it depends on him getting rid of Jimmi.

If Excel doesn't use the heart in his life, love how Jimmi and his wife who are pregnant are entitled to live happily. Including care and affection Excel to the Azzura family. If Excel lives in selfishness without thinking about others and only focus on his life, of course, tough times like now he will never feel. To kill a good friend whose wife is pregnant, certainly never in the dictionary of his life is destined to be a loyal devotee.

Not to be removed, Jimmi approached, took a swing and kicked Excel's stomach as hard as he could. Excel's body has been directly banned in a lying state. Plus Jimmi believes, the effects of the poison has begun to work to weaken the body of Excel, in addition to he who is also convinced, Excel who still does everything with the heart can not really bear him.

Immediately, Jimmi stepped on Excel's right hand that was already holding the dagger. He continued to press his incision more strongly until slowly Excel's right hand trembled in pain.

“This is the last warning, ... leave right now, save yourself and let me kill Azzura!” Jimmi. Underneath that, Excel shook his head.

“I would never do it!” assertive Excel.

“Change your decision before this celurrit deliver your death!” sure Jimmi. Slowly but surely, his left hand holding the celurrit made the sharp object rise higher.

Jimmi shakes in the middle of waiting for Excel decision. His heart was pounding very fast because from the look of Excel who continued to look at him sharply while shaking his head, it was certain he would be the angel of death for his own best friend.

By force, Jimmi slams his celurrit into Excel's neck. At the very least, that neck would instantly break off then he could instantly finish off Azzura's 1si like his mission. However, ....

Dooooooor ...!

Someone slid the bullet right over Jimmi's head. The silence that had been snatched by the shot bullet, was immediately replaced with shock. Not only because of the interview just now, but the culprit is none other than a veiled woman.