President Cilok
130 Wives of Damar Mangkulangit!

“Don't move you guys are already surrounded!” bokir snapped in a stern voice as a warning to a number of young men who were partying with alcohol and ecstasy pills.

Not only youth, some of them also have very scantily dressed comfort women who are specially hired to accompany these futureless youths to party. They were all shocked and suddenly raised their hands above their heads to look at the people holding the gun.

A young man glanced at his other friend; Who are they?’

The other youth shrugged; Don't know!’

Obviously these young men and women did not know if the plotters who came along with Bokir were members of the police, because the clothes worn by his teammate Bokir, wearing casual clothes.

Not only those in the living room, the young man who was committing adultery in the room was shocked by the commotion that sounded in the living room. They immediately put on the clothes they had undone scattered in any direction.

In the living room some of the sexy women looked frightened, but one of the youths who stood deftly threw a ciu bottle towards the pellet-headed man.

Bokir managed to dispel the ciu bottle using his arm thrown by one of the young men in singlet shirts. Prangs! the ciu bottle floated in another direction and hit the wall, as soon as the broken bottle and the contents of the alcohol spilled on the walls and floor.

Dor!.. the sound of warning shots Bokir lay upward instantly as soon as a bullet penetrated the ceiling of luxury white gypsum blending with the sound of DJ music in the middle of the villa room is quite spacious.

The bohai-clothed women shouted hysterically while covering their ears, immediately crouching and looking down in fear.

“You're quiet! if you still want to live!” bokir shouted full of warnings.

“No one moves, or you guys I will shoot one by one!” lutfi's voice rang out among the youths as well as pointed a gun at them.

“Who exactly are you?!” ask one of the young men who looks grown up to the people who are holding a gun.

“We are from the police, we are conducting a search for narcotics distribution!” firmly Lutfi, pointed a gun at all the youths who were ducking.

Hearing the police say no young man dared to raise his face.

“All! Put your hands behind your head!” shouted the member from the police who had just arrived.

Bokir glanced at the arrival of a number of members of the police force who had just arrived; were they not from the police sector in the city of Bantul?’

“Pak Farhana!” lutfi exclaimed to recognize an officer-ranked police officer who had just arrived with a group of police officers.

No one dared to refute, seeing the sudden increase of police personnel, all the young men complied and put their hands behind their heads.

When Farhana was in the hospital garden. Farhana saw Wulan walking in a hurry. This police officer immediately contacted his members to secretly follow where the car that took Wulan went. Farhana immediately gave orders to his men.

“Hold them all!” farhana's word to his subordinates.

One of his men nodded. Instantly the three policemen immediately approached the fifteen-man youth, handcuffing them not to fight.

“Not even the police, geez.” said some of the youths with their hands tied back.

While Wulan and his teammates directly entered the luxury villa area from the right side and the others from the left side, also those who settled at the back began to comb the villa. There were no rooms on the first and second floors.

No one dared to resist, all the young men seemed very astonished and afraid of the sudden police raid.

“You're doing this, are you married?! Put on your clothes!” brigadier Martin shouted at the naked young couple in the room.

“I-iya, pardon Mr. police.” replied a young man who was in the room together with his perverted partner.

“Basic humans no future!” added Brigadier Asnawi who searched another room.

Wulan kept combing the location, not important with all the shithead in the villa, all he was looking for was Opik the bastard. “Where's Opik?!” wulan shouted, pointing a firearm at the young man who was on the second floor.

No young man answered.

There is one room that seems to have not received a search from the Wulan team.

Wulan immediately realized that. He walked with step steps lifting one leg once the snapshot of Wulan kicked the door. Brak!.. door was wide open, a pair of eyeballs immediately caught the figure of the bastard who was looking for Wulan. However, the bastard also pointed a gun towards Wulan who was standing in the doorway.

Wulan turned to look at a comfort woman who was made Opik as a shield; Shit!”

“Shut up there, or this woman I shot!” snapped Opik so that the woman standing in the doorway did not approach, Opik made the comfort woman he hired as a shield in front of him if at any time there was a bullet leading towards him, by holding his arm firmly on the shoulder of the night comfort woman who was only dressed in underwear.

“Opik bastards! Let go of me!” the night comfort woman screamed in fear at the gun of a woman dressed in black standing in the wide open doorway.

“Already Opik! don't risk another person's life again, enough Damar to be your victim! Surrender!” wulan said, firmly. Trying to negotiate fiercely.

“Hahahaha Opik laughed out loud, considering Damar is dying, “You think I care about their lives? nope! they just need my money!”opik said trivial, underestimating the beautiful woman he hired to satisfy his lust, “Moreover Damar's jerk, just let him die, then you become my lady jal*!”

Wulan smiled coldly, not wanting to buy time, Wulan looked at Opik's legs and pulled the trigger. Dor!. a bullet hit the leg right in the calf of the Opik shin bone, which currently only wears color pants and a tee shirt.

“Aaa..” Opik yelled in pain, fresh blood just came out of his calf hit by a bullet; “Fuckin' woman!” Opik still survives, by making comfort women as his shield. He then responded to the woman who had fired a bullet in his leg. Dor's!... Opik pulled the trigger of the gun and threw a bullet towards the door.

Wulan immediately read the movement of bullets fired by Opik, Wulan dodged bullets fired by Opik and turned to the exact back of the bullet that hit the back of a young man who was being interrogated by police. The young man who was hit by a bullet from Opik on the back immediately fell down on the floor.

I felt like I had a chance to escape. He immediately threw down the woman in front of him who was only dressed in deep clothes, until the comfort woman he hired fell to the floor.

Wulan looked back at Opik. However, the man walked towards the window. Wulan widened her eyes; There's no way she'd dare jump out of a second-floor glass window?!”

Prangs! Opik broke the wide window glass of the villa, he dropped himself onto the first floor of the outer terrace right side of the villa right in the garden section.

Wulan widened her eyes, immediately ran towards the broken windowpanes, and saw Opik fall on the terrace on the right side of the villa; is he dead?! Oh shit! Opik is alive? Wulan saw Opik running with his legs limping. Dooor.... Wulan pulled the trigger again, but unfortunately the bullet missed!

Wulan immediately ran down the stairs and jumped up. Hap! he was on the first floor and caught a glimpse of several policemen including Farhana, but he did not care. Right now, the one in his hunt is Opik!

Wuhss! More .... Wulan immediately ran to the side of the terrace of the luxury villa which had a fairly spacious garden. Pain due to cramps in his stomach does not Wulan feel. Wulan saw, Opik running towards the dense dark Pine forest.

Farhana followed where Wulan fled, and Bokir also ran to where Wulan went.

Oh shit! Wulan again released more energy, in order to pursue Opik so that the man did not get into the forest. One more bullet shot Wulan pulled out of the gun, right on target hit the left back calf of Opik.

“Aaarrhhh..” Erang Opik was again hit by a bullet in his left calf. Although already injured Opik tried to stand despite very difficult, because both calves were injured quite badly as well as bullets lodged there. But he did not give up, while adjusting the breath that seemed to be stingy due to falling from the second floor.

Also withstanding pain all over his body, “Anjirt!” Opik continued to run with all his might dragging his two injured legs. He looked back and saw a woman behind him chasing. Almost reached the forest entrance, but suddenly a kick made him fall down on the damp ground.

Bugh! Wulan managed to kick Opik's back, until Opik fell on the ground; “Bags, where else would you go?!”

Not to lose just like that, Opik turned his body, pulled the trigger of the gun in hand. However, the woman dressed all in black like her death angel already knew the movement of her hands. The gun he was holding bounced off somewhere.

Wulan stepped on the injured calf of Opik, until Opik groaned in pain, clearly Opik was not his match even though Opik was a man. Because Wulan's been trained for this for years; “just admit all your crimes, asshole! and die honorably!”

“Arrhhh...” Erang Opik again sounded painful when his calf back stepped very hard by a woman he did not know, faintly. Opik saw the woman who shot her foot in the dimness of the lights from her luxury villa which was about eight meters from her current position. “Basic women jal*ng! Let go of me!” yells Beaver opic.

Opik tried to get up, and swinging his hand was about to pull the leg of an unnamed woman who was stepping on her leg who was shot. But again the woman could read every move she made.

Bugh! Wulan again floated her kick in Opik's face without mercy. Until Opik again lay on his back in the moist soil of the hills.

What a loud scream Opik voice makes Wulan want to immediately finish off the man he was stepping on his calf. However, Wulan wanted to play around less so that Opik felt the suffering that Damar felt.

Opik holds his face, he can feel his face as if he is peeling and also feel the liquid coming out of both nostrils and feel his teeth clashing fiercely! “Aarhh... shit, you devil woman!” maki Opik, spicy!

“Don't call me a devil!” wulan shouted loudly shouting at Opik with all his anger that had been held back, “I am Nawang Wulan, wife of Damar Mangkulangit! The man you hit! Now feel your painful death!!”

Opik widened his eyes, not expecting that Damar had such a great wife. Even now, Opik feels his life is in the hands of Damar's wife.

Wulan again floated her feet, right in the stomach of Opik, treading so hard that Opik again shouted for his forgiveness; “I will make your death a torturous death!”

“Ampun! Forgive me!” opik's moans, pacifying while cupping his hands in front of Wulan.

Wulan smiled grinning, “You said huh?! after what you did? Oh sure I won't spare you, asshole!” Wulan pointed a gun at Opik's head. Crews! not yet perfectly his index finger pulled the trigger, the sound of someone breaking his concentration.

“Wulan! Don't do that?!” shouted Farhana, who was standing three meters away from Wulan who was pointing a gun at Opik who was lying on moist soil.

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