MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 11'S
While the conversation was going on, Zalfa had felt his head dizzy from hitting the dashboard. The sky was circling. He tried to balance the body so as not to collapse. He could not even help solving the problem as it was trying to control the situation.
Arkhan reached into the cell phone from his pants pocket. Then ask, “What is your account number?”
It is not difficult for bank hackers like Arkhan to spend large amounts of money. Arkhan's actions, which have repeatedly broken into banks around the world through the SWIFT platform, hijacking bank customer emails and other scandals, make it difficult to sow money wherever he wants. In fact, he had already withdrawn funds up to 2.7 trillion rupiah currency in the action. No wonder if the value of the currency is not difficult for him, because he got it in a way that is not difficult. His cooperation is not only with Indonesian citizens, but with foreign citizens who each have extraordinary abilities in terms of bank break-ins.
The old man smiled as he mentioned his account number. Shortly thereafter, a notification came into the old father's phone. Sms banking tells him that some money has already entered his account.
“Just this way?” tanyanya was a bit disappointed while observing the contents of sms on her phone.
“Show I send tomorrow.”
“How do I believe that you will send it?”
“You can meet me at this address if you want.” Arkhan gave me his card.
The man looked at the address listed then nodded his head like a clockwork.
“What do you hurt?” Arkhan questioned while observing the old man's body.
“No. I'm it's okay. Only my car was damaged. Thank you,” replied the old man with a bright face then entered the car. BMW went away.
“Mm... I also need money for my sore waist,” said Grandpa who has since watched, hoping to get a lot of money like the old man got. In his wild eyes was hope for money.
“Good. How many accounts?”
“I... I have no account. Cash only,” replied the Grandpa.
Arkhan pulled out his wallet. “I don't have a lot of cash. Only this..”.
“It's okay. It's enough,” cut the Grandpa while robbing money from the hands of the Arkhan man before the young man could hand over the money. With a happy face the Grandfather passed away while counting the money in his hands.
Arkhan turned his head when he felt his right shoulder being hit by something. A single smile on his lips saw Zalfa's body stagger and collapse towards him, immediately his two burly arms holding the girl's body.
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