President Cilok
89 Enjoying his surprise
Damar retaliates against the thugs blindly, destroying the gang of thugs falling sprawled with blood by his dagger. “No mercy again!!”
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Damar felt that his fight this time, his mood was very calm, like fighting side by side with the person he had loved before! Spilling all the tightness in his heart. His veins continue to drain blood and herd it into the heart pumping a burning sensation.
Bokir stood with a breath of consternation, “Aaa... sshh..” he got a bullet attack on his shoulder,“Basic a jerk!!” Bokir again swung his dagger and tore his pants off the groin of the thug who had once wounded him, in a battle against the narcotics bandits.
“Aaaaa...” Erang thugs endure pain at the base of his hull, instantly bleeding fresh blood from there. “Don't call me Bondan! If I can't get this bullet in your heart, Bald!!” shouted a thug named Bondan, pulling the trigger directing it to the head of the Bokir pelletos.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the spacious warehouse room.
However, this time Bokir can read the movement of the bullet, he dodges the bullet. Bokir rounded his eyes, then looked back at Bondan who would pull the trigger back.
Blesss... Bokir threw the dagger, the tip of the dagger sharp right about Bondan's forehead. Like an arrow that catches its prey. Instantly the dreadlocked man fell sprawled, dying in vain before repenting of his sins.
Bokir glanced at his members, “Erik! Release Didi's friends!!”
Members named Erik nodded his head, then ran to the wounded hostages with hands and feet tied at the barn poles. Erik released four hostages of Didi's comrades.
Each of the four Bokir members also faced more than one thug.
Damar held two dagger blades in his right and left hands. Bless.he again scratched the dagger that had been covered in blood, again injured the thug's calf and swung back the dagger in his opponent's arm.
“Aaaa..” moans thugs got very severe injuries from the dagger incision from Damar. Bloodshed is inevitable. “Droom!!! This time you will die in my hands!!” a grudge-filled shout smouldered at his old enemy.
Damar smiled grinningly, looking at the punk thugs who once stabbed him and almost got him killed, “ Unexpectedly, we meet back Anton! Are you in jail?!”
Damar stared at his old enemy who was 2 meters away from him. He was holding his wrist.
Anton slightly bowed, pressing the blood on his arm. “Bacot!! I'd rather die!!” anton's beaver, he stood up again with his footsteps dragged, lifting a sharp cleaver. “Hiyaahhrr..”
Anton and Damar both walked up and took up arms.
“Alright! Consider me your angel of death!” exclaim Damar. Bless.puncture of dagger in the stomach is inevitable. Damar takes his revenge on the man whose body is filled with tattoos. Damar thrust his dagger deeper into Anton's stomach, his hands covered in blood from his old enemy.
Anton fell to his knees, with red eyes, blood spilling out of his mouth.
In this fight, between Bokir and Damar and the other five members were reunited with old enemies.
Counting from the thugs who managed to lay 20 thugs inmates who grouped in a special organization of crime bandits.
Some loser thugs run off on the ridge looking safe. And some of the thugs who were still conscious had tied their hands behind their backs.
“Who is here chairman?!” damar shouted, with great breath, staring at one by one the thugs who were still conscious.
No response from the thugs
Damar approached one of the faceless thugs filled with tattoos who were looking at him sharply. He crouched down in front of the goons with his hands tied back with a bloody nose bruised face and a wiggle in his clothes.
“They, really the network of convict bandits we once caught Kir!” exclaimed one of the members of Bokir, who had paralyzed the thugs of bandit convicts.
“You're right Jon!” bokir replied, holding his bloody shoulder.
Damar gripped the strong clothes worn by thugs in front of him. “Who of you is the chairman!?” ask Damar again, with a voice pressed.
Because no thug wants to open his voice. With a chaotic feeling Damar immediately dragged the thugs who were still conscious. “Bring them to Kusumo's house!”
“Fa-fatir..” replied the thugs dragged by Damar.
Damar pause, “Fatir?!”
“Fatir is a sadistic begal motor group! Police fugitive!” replied Sodik, one of the Bokir members.
“They can also be big-time hit men!” the word Rinto, chimed in Sodik's speech.
Damar rounded his eyes, surprised to hear the answer from Intel Bokir colleagues, “So they, are actually hunting my life?!”
“Kusumo already know the plan, which you have compiled Mar!” bokir replied, holding his shoulder with a bullet lodged there. “He won't just set you free!”
“So well!!” Damar stared at one by one the thugs who were sprawled. “Take them to Kusumo's house, let the land bandit enjoy his surprise!”
Bokir gestured to his five members, “Bring some of them still awake, others call the police. Tell the police that we have foiled a drug smuggling plan!”
Sodik nodded his head.
“Erik, take Didi's friends to the hospital!” bokir continued, giving instructions to other members.
Jojon dragged the weakly drooping thugs, he glanced at Bokir.
“It seems, the bullet lodged in your shoulder is quite severe!” reply Jojon, seeing his partner holding his shoulder.
Bokir stared at Jojon sharply, “Why your brain is still dodol, why are you even carrying a dagger! Not a gun?!” bokir stared at Jojon.
“There are no other options, other than daggers! The elder did not give permission to carry the weaponry of fire!” jojon answered, shrugging his shoulders.
The APV type car carried by Bokir members also took hostages and other cars brought thugs to Kusumo's house.
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In a magnificent house, with lighting lamps that add to the impression of elegance.
“Haha... I won't let that brat win, and ransack my company!!” the laughter of a middle-aged man in his living room, holding a beer glass in his hand.
The chief of the thugs laughed, with his eyes closed like a pirate's. “Are you satisfied, Kusumo?!”
“Yes, of course I am very satisfied Fatir!! Finally no one will mess up my lands and also my company!” Kusumo upheld his beer glass, then toast with the ex-convicts who became his men.
“Where is your son and wife Kusumo?” exclaim one of the most important people in all the subtlety of Kusumo in falsifying the certificate of land.
Kusumo downed the beer in his glass, “Aahh... This beer is very good!” put the glass on the table, and looked at his partner. “My wife is on vacation in New York, my youngest daughter, she went to my oldest child's house in pekanbaru.” Kusumo replied.
The call of the security guard also disperse the five people who are presenting.
“Master! Sir!!” the guard of Kusumo's house also ran over to the host.
With my eyes dimmed by the influence of alcohol from the beer he drank, Kusumo then stood up and held a glass containing beer to his house security. “Drink this Rasdi! I am very satisfied today! I'm happy!!”
The guard named Rasdi also saw a glass, and looked back at his master, this middle-aged security guard shook his head.
“In-front of the house there is a mo-car that throws people with severe injuries!” said Rasdi stammered.
Kusumo widened his eyes, he slammed the beer glass in his hand. Then walk with step toward the gate.
Followed by the head of a gang of ex-convicts thugs, and the three other men. Run towards the towering iron trellis gate.
Instantly Kusumo, Fatir and three other men widened their eyes, staring at the gang of sprawled thugs covered in blood with their mouths covered in black duct tape.
Fatir saw a piece of paper on the body of one of his men, inscribed with fresh blood ink. [DON'T EVER MESS UP THE FACTS AGAIN!]
The head of the thug bandit squeezed the paper strongly throwing it in any direction.
Kusumo clutching Fatir's collar firmly, “I've paid you dearly for this, and this is the result?!”
Fatir is obviously upset about this, “I will kill him with my own hands!”
Kusumo released the clutches of his hands, with a gloomy feeling.
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In the hospital..
Wulan was anxiously awaiting news from Damar. After Bokir came first in the hospital with Didi friends who were injured quite badly, and now have received medical treatment.
“How is it now?” muttered Wulan, pacing back and forth in front of the hospital.
Just as Wulan was circling his gaze staring at the front street of the hospital, he saw someone he had been waiting for with a feeling of worry about riding a motorcycle. “Home!” he said in a small voice, then saw Damar park his bike.
Damar commented on the smile on his cheek that was filled with sweat, blood and scratches. The look was very messy, the wiggle on his clothes was irregular. Slowly he saw Wulan walking with steps approaching him. By stretching out both hands hoping as in the scenes of the films he was embraced by the adoration of his heart after tired of fighting. However, it was different from his expectations.
Wulan swung her palm and landed smoothly on her unharmed cheek, “Aaaa..” her groan, holding the heat on her cheek.
Wulan clutched firmly the collar of the already torn Damar suit, and cried without a sound, only tears representing that she was very worried about the man she had just slapped, “You know Damar! I'm so worried about you!”
Damar held the two hands of Wulan who hit his chest, and brought the woman who was crying silently into his arms. Damar gently rubbed the tanned black rikma belonging to Wulan. “No one welcomes fighters with a slap!”
Wulan did not comment on Damar's words, her heart was very relieved, she could see Damar in front of her. His crying became more and more so, he returned Damar's warm embrace tightly.
Grayish color with golden strokes investing in the sky, entering the dawn time.
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