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Dulu

"Senina Sanders" Keyno said casually. Then walked around the woman with an interrupting gaze. While the woman smiled devil while looking at Keyno, Keyno presumption is not a match is the contents of the mind of the woman with a tough body like Selena Gomez.

"You've already found out, haven't you? That the Sanders family isn't as simple as you think. I could have blown up this building in a moment" the woman added.

"Then you will never know the information about victory" said Keyno still relaxed.

"Do you know why you're still alive today?" ask the woman again.

"You mean why haven't you killed me yet?"

"If you don't have any brothers, then why are you so similar?" ask again.

"I don't want to know what you're talking about, I came to make a deal" Keyno said.

The woman laughed and then her face turned flat instantly.His hand pulled the swerving object that she pulled from behind her coat. However, the game seems to be going to draw because Keyno was pointing a gun right when Senina pointed at him.

"I could have called my men to eliminate you, because this tower is my territory" Keyno said, "You know why I'm interested in making an offer rather than killing you?" asked Keyno in his arrogant tone.

"You want to buy time?" guess the woman

"Because I need bait" Keyno repeated the words of Senina as the woman pressed him the other day.

Senina fell silent, then she let out a heavy sigh and displayed a devilish smile behind her maroon red lipstick "So, what do you offer me?" tanyanya while turning the bullet on the revolver.

"Can you put your toys down first?, you seem to be threatening not in business!" pinta Keyno dropped the gun first. The woman reluctantly followed Keyno's words.

"Victory has tricked you by cloning with my DNA, your husband who looks like me must be a living robot programmed to carry out missions" Keyno said, showing several photos supporting his speech.

The woman was silent, like in check a deadly sentence by a man with a stern face before her hearing the reality if all this time it was that looks stupid, even very stupid in the eyes of Keyno, he said, the one he always considered inferior to him.

Hiding her nervousness, Senina tried to compensate, afraid that if Keyno made up "Then why pretend not to know?" he hesitated a little.

"You are crafty" Senina said furiously.

"I've given you some classified information, now you have to come with me somewhere!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Are we not making a deal? Only a loser would deny and run from his words" Keyno said as he glanced at the tall buildings looming around them.

The woman cursed several times, and wanted to bogey Keyno but not what reason he followed the direction of the man's footsteps

Keyno did not respond to the words of Senina who seemed to dislike the reality he heard.

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Elsewhere, Agnes was massaging her temple. Sitting languidly in front of a large glass where she used to berias, a sleeping dress that exposed her shoulders displayed a collarbone that was ideal for lovers of perfection of body shape.

Hands clenched with barbie's fingernails running down her arms and the back of her neck, Agnes repeatedly realized who she was. Rethinking everything that happened. The memory that suddenly appeared and himself that he believed a goddess suddenly appeared made him fall often, even yesterday he had to lift under the shower because it was out of control of the contents of the brain in his head.

Everything was vague, the memories of Agnes living thousands of years seemed vague, all like endless movies. Agnes did not understand any of this illusion, or just her delusion.

But one thing Agnes believed in, there was something big she had to know. If Keyno won't tell him, he'll find out for himself.

Since the events of a few months ago, Agnes changed her life goals. He is no longer obsessed with a child but he wants to know what happened to Keyno, himself and the two of them in the past.

"Argghhh" Agnes grimaced. As he lifted his arm, the chip incision that was released the other day made him have to moan because of the stumbling of the comb he was wearing.

"What's really going on?"

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