Pursued by the Love of MAS INTEL
Still Things Number

The clattering of footsteps is increasingly clear, a group of skull masked people enter the reed garden that arises this twilight. They did not speak to each other but gave the code through eye glances and fingers wrapped in black gloves.

The atmosphere is so quiet, it seems like this field has indeed been used as a place for the execution of the hunters who are currently in the middle by the Black Mamba.

Unbeknownst to the skull masked horde, in every corner of flat land with reeds that they came, it was surrounded. Black Mamba, they hide among the dark thickets of bushes and twilight that slowly darkens. The costumes they use today are so supportive of the atmosphere, dark black as night.

"Target approaching!" the whisper from the ear phone the mission commander was wearing rang.

The man in a black hat and in a matching jacket glanced at his companion who was not far from him. Through the movement of his finger he instructed the press to advance slowly, trying not to make a sound.

The night wind whirred the place even more gripping, the firearm in his hand he held tightly - then slowly moved to follow the steps of the fellow in a creeping way. Imagine how their current state, in the weeds, no light, venomous flat animals could be a major threat than the skull masked hordes of humans in front of them.

But for the sake of the mission, the Black Mamba would be fiercer than a King Cobra. They moved slowly closer towards the small bonfire that had been made by one of the groups that met in this place.

The atmosphere was a little dim, the light released by the bonfire through the gap of the weed stalk to make the Black Mamba slightly stranded. They remained motionless as the Mission Commander held up one finger and gave a whisper code through the ear phone the members were wearing.

Silence noticed, looking for a gap so they could immediately ambush the two criminal groups that had been entered into the black book target record.

"We need the goods, and you'll get the money!"

One of the group's leaders began to negotiate, it seemed like their meeting had yet to reach an agreement.

"As per the agreement, 10 thousand dollars for one item!"

Inside the bush the Black Mamba listened carefully. It was not long before they saw the two leaders shaking hands with each other, meaning that their transaction was completed and would soon leave this place. The Black Mamba commander took a swipe - he moved closer, but before he really got close to one of the members of the skull mask group, a single gun burst was heard.

One of the criminals shot their leader in the chest, causing a commotion. Right near the Commander of the Black Mamba, to make him rise up and immediately deliver a hard blow on the neck of his mistreatment.

"Get out!" her word.

Black Mamba members sprung up, they stormed from all directions leaving the two groups besieged.

DOR'S!

One warning shot was fired to end their fight, but it turned out that one of the group's leaders had a firearm and could provide a counter-warning shot. The skull-masked man tries to escape when his people are busy putting up resistance, he lunges at the sharp weeds - not caring about the darkness of the night and the slithering animals that could have bitten him.

But honey, it seems like the loser action he took didn't go smoothly. One of the Black Mamba was chasing, seemingly not going to let his quarry loose for the umpteenth time.

DOR'S!

DOR'S!

The eruption of firearms echoed in the middle of the field, replying and dodging each other until finally one of them shouted loudly as hot lead shot through his legs.

Not just one, but both of his legs to make him fall on the grass.

"Aaaakkhhhh!" the man in the skull mask shouted back.

He tried to drag his body, still trying to escape when his condition was no longer possible. While the shooter, slowly approached intimidatingly and grabbed one arm of his prey to immediately get up and taken out of the ambush area.

"Black Mamba is back! I've got the head!"

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He tried to ignore it, but the longer it was left the more it made his eardrum hurt.

"Jeez, people really don't know the time. Can't he be different the same day of the night, tulpan phone mulu from earlier!"

The girl continued to grumble, she repeatedly pressed the red button when there was an incoming call from her cousin's sister Shaka. The man called because he joined and was left by his wife shopping, because Shaka was far away in Japan which was different time with him at this time.

Irritatedly Galexia threw the little screwdriver he was holding onto the bed, he got up close to his cell phone which had been ringing ever since. Without wanting to see the name of the contact on the screen, he pressed the green icon and snapped at the caller.

"HELLO! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY CLOCKS, I'M BO-AGAIN,"

"My pants number is 30, clothes size L, boxer is XL, sem*he is also Xl. Sorry just called, I was still busy. You're booby yes, yes it's booby again there. Good night beautiful, beautiful dream."

Galexia was made agape when he heard the voice of the person who called him, not the voice of his cousin brother - this voice was more to a gentle man, meek, kind, not arrogant, diligent saving, diligent saving, and that means he is-

The girl kept the phone away from her ears, her eyes twitching when she saw the name of the contact listed there.

"Anj-a,"

Galexia folded his lips so as not to cuss, he squeezed his phone in a frenzy and let out a rough and long sigh.

"Okay, I'll be with Mami." she replied.

The call was cut off unilaterally, who else if not Galexia decided it first. The girl patted her lips many times, her habit of being upset could not be eliminated - snapping and asking quickly. Though he had promised Crystal Mami would reduce his bad attitude, especially on Pradivta.

What if the man complains to his mother later?

Galexia clucked small, he came back closer to his laptop that had been ransacked. The girl tried her bodo time and refocused on fixing the beloved objects resulting from her own sweat, yes, even though he got the money when he became an impromptu bodyguard for his cousin's sister Ais and a wild race with high school boys some time ago, before he was introduced to the guy with glasses kind but annoying, he said, until finally he was engaged.

Maybe it was because there was no blessing money in it, so it fell down when he put it on the chair.

While Galexia was busy braining his dying unfinished laptop, elsewhere far away a man was interrogating someone he managed to knock off both legs.

The man in the black hat smiled widely while staring at the screen of his phone, especially when he saw the name of the contact listed there.

Wife Candidate 🐻💘

But slowly the smile ebbed away changed with a flat and cold face, both eyes glared sharply at the man who was grimacing withstanding the pain in both legs due to being pierced by hot lead.

The introgan advancing his body, his two eyes again intimidating not sweet as before. This moment instead looks like a crazy psychopath who wants to swallow him alive.

"Oh yeah, where were we?" ask her in a deep tone, full of intimidation.

JAN FIERCE GRUMPY YE MAS🙈🙈🙈