
The Last Inferno's
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Oh oh oh I was a city boy
(oh oh I used to be a city boy)
Reading to dangers where I'd always run above and it's hurt
(Riding mischievously is my escape)
I wouldn't have done
(I'll never do it again)
And all that thing I've done
(Everything I've done)
Baby now baby ....
Singing loudly and loudly, a young man drove an old car down the middle of town.When several patrolmen followed from behind, signaling that he immediately pulled over and stopped. The man mend*** was irritated, glancing at the spidometer. The fun ended quickly.
"Are they kidding?" his complaint hit the steering wheel. He's in a hurry.
"Sir, your identity!"
Car drivers surly, show identity and then the completeness of driving.
"We received a report this car was stolen."
The man clucked.
"Your information must be mistaken. I've been driving this car for almost two years."
"Please come down, sir!"
The man got out of the car, a little upset. The car door slammed hard.
"What's my fault?"
"You we hold!"
His body was pushed to the side of the car.
"Hey ..., what's my fault?"
Dddzzzrtt...
One of the police officers used a shock electric struman on his body until the man fell down.
"Bring him into the cell!"
The man fainted.
When his consciousness returned, he was in a familiar room.
"This is your next assignment!"
Twelve heads, nicknamed Twelve-Murids were recruited into a black organization of the 916th generation seated around a round table. The room was dark in the back, with a lamp in the middle of the table.
At the head of the table, standing a man was the right hand of the gangster chief who had never shown a face. On the hands slightly exposed to the light rays, some photo sheets are grasped.
On the table lay neat photos. Many photos. Men, women, children, teenagers and even the elderly. Some more photos of young girls pregnant. Marked X, means that will be the target of the operation and V sign that the task has been completed.
Behind the seat of the twelve disciples ..., stand getting ready; one girl, one tray containing one glass of clear liquid. Make no mistake, the drink is a new task.
One of the girls, come to the man when his name is mentioned, serve a glass of water. The man grabbed a glass and prepared to drink.
"If your assignment fails please take your punishment in the locker 316 of the city library locker."
"Punishment?"
"The pulp of death."
The man stared at the glass in his hand without hesitation gulping down the drink to the toilet.
"Watch I've done my job!" the man said without fear and doubt.
"Wake up in twenty minutes and work on it!"
A vague baritone voice containing commands rang out, before the head drooped on the table.
There are many standard rules in 12 Disciples, black organization. This is one of them. To find out what your task is, you should drink a glass of liquid that instantly paralyzes your consciousness.
Twenty minutes later, the man woke up in a room. The fan rotates on the ceiling of the attic and the cell phone alarm constantly rings over the aluminum tray. Noise really damages hearing.
The man held a dizzy head. The mirror in the room reflects the full face of a beard, a long haired.
Ignore, he moved towards the tray, grabbed the glass and drank in one gulp. Once the geleng, dizziness also disappears immediately. He grabbed a cell phone and read messages without a number.
"Target in the hotel room near Kapela. Take the two to the Black Hole (Black Hole) before the wedding takes place."
"Am I going to be okay?" the tan is a little shaky. He has no choice.
Go to the window and scout. Too many guards. How did he get in?
Message comes in again. "You got help."
The man peeked back from behind the curtain. A girl carries a tray of drinks containing many tea glasses and offers to every guard, the security hotel did not escape the tea that she guessed had poisoned sleeping pills.
If anyone refuses tea, his forehead is knocked even the girl arrogantly oppresses the guards. The man didn't recognize the girl, but it seemed like he had seen this girl.
"You got five minutes. BV - 622 - ZI."
The message is then deleted by itself after it is read. This time he peeked and found the guards disappearing one by one.
Move out of the hotel in disguise as a janitor with a white helmet and glass cleaner. Security hotel in exchange for those of the organization.
Smiling faintly, he immediately went to the room where the two girls were. The tea was still warm on the table, but the two girls were fast asleep.
Assisted by two men, they quickly took the two girls out of the hotel. His eagle eye caught the license plate of a car parked in front of the hotel.
BV - 622 - ZI
My name is Archilles Lucca and I never thought that the end of my career in crime was when I kidnapped two girls. Durante's Young Master's Wife, Aruhi Diomanta. And Mr. Lucky Luciano's young lover, Miss Reinha Durante.
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"Archilles Lucca?!"
"Yes, Mrs Salsa."
"Arumi re-entered his old management. He has returned to being an artist, he continues to be busy. Me and Sunny are studying some contract offers for Arumi."
"What do you want, Madam!"
"I just wish Arumi wasn't as happy as I was. Right now, I'm going to follow Arumi. Come back here to equip Arumi with martial arts. My sister was hurt and the horrible life of the past scared me. I want to ask you something else, too."
Madame Salsa was seen clutching the pen she was holding. Although it looks graceful and gentle, Salsa Diomanta is the Mafia Queen. Don't try to deal with the Madam if you want your life to be peaceful and calm, because people like Salsa Diomanta are gleaming but deadly.
"Tell me, Madam!"
The door was knocked before Mrs Salsa could open her mouth. Then open. Miss Arumi is in the doorway.
"I'm ready for school."
"Arumi ...."
"I need to tell Mom about this," said Arumi sharply, misunderstanding. "Archilles and I have a verbal agreement. We-will-would-love each other!"
"Arumi, we're not repeating ...,"
All right, so that you can calm down," Arumi said quickly, "I'll try hard not to touch Archilles again even if I need help. Suppose one time, I get hit by a car, Archilles will call Mom and ask permission to touch me! Hows it? Makes sense, right? While Archilles called Mom, both of my hands were held by the angel of death. Bye bye!"
Archilles clucked in his heart. He's out of words.
"Navy ... "
"Mother continues to fear the Archilles because Mother continues to remember Father Benn. Mom's traumatized, I'm gonna run off with Archilles like I did with Benn's dad. So, do you regret falling in love with Benn's father and getting Aruhi? Are you sorry that Aruhi is by your side, Mother?"
Mrs Salsa sighed uncharacteristically. Miss Arumi approached the stunned Archilles without a word. Suddenly grabbed Archilles' right hand and placed it on the top of his head.
"You promised you'd disappear secretly if you might fall in love with me? Aye?"
Archilles was astonished, staring at her crowed palm the golden tanned hair of Miss Arumi. Archilles parroted, nodding his head in agreement.
"If you're found to like me, you'll probably talk to my brother? Aye?"
Archilles nodded again. Try to guess where Miss Arumi will take her to take part in the oath before sunrise.
"But Archilles Lucca .." said Miss Arumi dramatically. The clear brown eyes of golden yellow and sharp Miss Arumi were stuck right in her eyeballs. The Archilles involuntarily stopped breathing.
"No-na .., you can be late to school." Archilles spoke at a slow tempo almost dumbly. No wonder this girl is an actress.
"Archilles, in front of my mother ...," said Miss Arumi more slowly, cupping Archilles' hand with a small hand. Continue the stopped speech. "I don't think there's any harm in us trying like my mom and Dad Benn did."
The Archilles lips half-opened in astonishment.
"Who knows, I'll have a daughter as smart as my brother. I can repair the offspring," Miss Arumi said faster and in one breath.
"A ... pa?!" Archilles stammered. Where did this girl come up with that crazy idea?
"A ... ru .. mi?"
Madame Salsa's face was pale as a cotton beauty. Before Lady Salsa could vent her frustration, Arumi pulled the Archilles running away. His voice echoed in the house.
"Bye, Mommy. Don't forget to watch Bittersweet Married tonight, yeah!"
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