RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 82 BRUTAL ATTACK
EPS 82 BRUTAL ATTACK
Pranaja was still sitting quietly by the window of his open hotel room. His brain was still spinning analyzing who roughly the person who had dared to threaten him. If he hears the tone of his speech, he can catch that the one who threatens him is not just anyone. The sentence is so effective, short but the message is clear. He carries a vengeful hatred and grudge.
“Hm, this must be a group who feel their interests are disturbed by my actions, her inner”. “How can they tap my secret phone number? It shows their class is not street thugs.”
Miracle told me that what Pranaja did had a big influence. Even the British Secret Intelligence Service to make policy changes and make changes to high officials. It is possible that they are involved in an international crime syndicate, after the success of Pranaja dismantling the illegal business of biological weapons and smuggling crystal stones across the world.
“There are many mafia groups and international crime syndicates that are angry with you Cula. That's why you have to be careful, no matter how high you are,” Miracle messages him.
There was clearly anxiety heard from his tone.
“Thanks for your support, Miracle. I’ll be more careful,:” suhut Pranaja.
“Never stop calling me Cula. I’ll come soon to help,” said Miracle.
And the biggest mafia he was dealing with was the large group that currently controlled the world. Organized crime syndicates who practice their business by manipulating the rules of different countries in their favor. With the support of large funds, they put their people to sit in legislative and executive institutions and even judicatives.
Pranaja reopened his memories one by one, analyzing who the syndicate most had a grudge right now. Starting from Mongolia, the Allbush Highlands, the Gobi Desert Death Worm, as well as the largest Crystal stone smuggling in the world. Suddenly one name was clearly involved in the activities at the illegal Biokmia plant: SUBRATA.
“Could Subrata be one of the brains behind all this?” his inner.
Subrata is an Indonesian taipan who currently lives in the United States. Running his business worth thirty billion dollars. His wealth is believed to be worth a hundred billion dollars. Enter ten puzzle figures in the world. And the helicopter that sent the food supply and logistics to the Biochemistry factory illegally reads Subrata’s Holding company.
He called Miracle back.
“Oahm.ada what's Cula? You just interrupt my sleep,” he said.
“Hm, even good sleep. I think you're really worried about me,” said Pranaja.
Oops! Miracle's face flushed in embarrassment.
“Indeed I'm worried about you. I fell asleep earlier,” he said like feeling guilty. “Okay Cula, what do you need now?”
“I need you,” sahut Pranaja fast.
Miracle was immediately stunned to hear the words from Pranaja's cute lips. His face was like disbelief. Ow, how romantic Pranaja is. Shoot me in the middle of the night like this?
“Eh, Bunting! Why even be silent?”
“Ups!” Miracle stammered. “Emh..eh..oh anu Cula, I was just thinking?”
“Thinking what,” asked Pranaja wonder.
“If you want to shoot me, why don't you send me a flower? Accompanied by classical music while eating dinner at a restaurant on the beach,” said Miracle.
Pranaja shook his head. His face became angry.
“Eh wake up Bunting! Dream mulu! Who's gonna shoot you. I just need you to connect me to Q. I need the Shield at this time!”
Again Miracle's face flushed in embarrassment. Oops! Again he was wrong with the intention of the young man who had mastered his heart.
“Owh, you mean you want to talk to Q. Okay Cula, I'll talk to him tomorrow. He asked you yesterday too. A lot of people on M16 miss you Cula,” Miracle said.
Pranaja nodded his head. Actually he also misses the atmosphere and people in M16.
“Thanks yes,” says Pranaja while closing the phone.
Suddenly Pranaja's instinct caught a threat. The strength of his five senses captured the dangerous movement of the direction of the tall building adjacent to his hotel room. A bright enough full moonlight reflected metal objects from the roof of the building. A sniper? Her thought.
‘Dlep!’
The sound of a bullet erupting from a high-muffled weapon caught his hearing. The pranaja jumped straight up.
‘Prang!’
The bullet hit the window and broke it. Once it failed to hit its target, the sniper was seen fleeing. Pranaja immediately jumped to chase after him. Suddenly his movements were stopped by gunshots on the lower floor of his hotel. And also the screams of the people.
“Tatatatata!”
“Adduh!”
Taps! Taps! Taps! Taps! Taps!
There were footsteps of several people running up the stairs to his room on the sixth floor. With the science of lightening a tall body, Pranaja glued himself to the ceiling of the room after turning off all the lights of his room.
“Shelf! Bum!”
The door was forcibly smashed until it fell to the ground!
A tatatatatatatata!
Shot from an AK 47 assault rifle directly rained down on his room.
Prak! Pranks! Boom!
The sound of shattered objects breaking and falling thudded as hundreds of heavy bullets blasted through the entire room. A few moments the barrage of gunfire was heard breaking the atmosphere of the night so silent. Then suddenly stop. Leaving billowing smoke and scattered debris filled the floor of his room.
“Come in and check his room. If his body is still moving, just shoot!”
Some people dressed in black and black Japanese ninja style, enter the room Pranaja. They quickly checked the entire corner. But they did not find Pranaja's body.
“Where did it go?” ask the commander. “Did he jump through the window?”
Pranaja directly descended from the ceiling of the room and stood behind them.
“You're looking for me?” said.
They turned around and immediately fired their weapons.
“Tatatatata!”
Adduh! Auwf!
The victim was killed by a bullet from his own partner.
“I'm here!” shouted Pranaja from a dark corner.
“Do not shoot!” command of the commander. “Use your samurai!”
The srek! The srek! The srek! The srek!
The four surviving assailants took out their samurai. It looks like the real steel metal is able to emit light in the dark so that the atmosphere of the room becomes a little bright. One of them saw Pranaja's body.
“That's him! Attack!”
Heya! Heya! Heya! Heya!
The slap! The slap! The slap! The slap!
Tubs! Buk up! Tubs! Buk up!
Ow hell!
Awh!
Argh!
Hek!
The battle ended quite briefly. The figure of the body of the cungkring is still standing upright in the dark. The fourth one was on the floor. Pranaja walked out of the room to help the people who were victims of the surprise attack. Just as he was leaving the room, suddenly a bomb went into his room.
Boom!
The hotel room he was staying in was instantly destroyed along with the attackers inside. Pranaja's body bounced several meters as it was pushed and hit the wall in front of him.
Adduh! His shouting.
But his body endurance is very good. He immediately stood back up and went downstairs. It appeared that the receptionist and roomboy girl who had set it up this afternoon was already lying on the floor covered in blood. Pranaja checked his pulse and breathing. Then take a deep breath.
“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roji’un.”