RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
THE EPS 85 BLOODHOUND
THE EPS 85 BLOODHOUND
“Heh, your face pantesan fast old. Now laugh, let your face look young.”
Ryong Bae shook his head.
“No.”
Pranaja scrunched his forehead.
“Why? Right I said earlier, laughter is also prohibited in North Korea?”
“Not that I mean.”
“Then?”
“If you want to see me laugh, you have to be my best friend first,” Ryong Bae said. “That's the rule.”
Pranaja breathed back.
“Heh. Yes, now we are in office.”
“Appointment?”
“Iya.”
“That means you won't haunt me and my family?”
“Iya yes, want to laugh very complicated,” Pranaja to be upset.
Ryong Bae smiled at her.
“Good, now tell me all about you and everything you know about me,” said Pranaja.
Ryong Bae nodded his head. Then the Apache pilot told me everything. His name is Ryong Bae, a pilot of the North Korean air force. Ryong Bae is the best pilot in his class. He was contacted by his colleague a pilot from China with the rank of colonel to run a mission to Kazakhstan. He was escorted by his own commander to the Chinese border.
“Your job is to kill Rich Pranaja, a British SIS agent or M16,” he said while showing a photo of Pranaja. “He is a threat to the Eternal Principal of North Korea and the country of the People's Democratic Republic of Korea.”
Ryong Bae's face instantly hardened. The look on his face showed hatred towards Pranaja. Apparently all members of the North Korean military have been doctored to hate anyone who threatens the sovereignty of the country and their Eternal Leader, Kim Jong Un. And the punishment for them is death.
“Ready!” he said with a perfect attitude.
At the border, he was picked up by a heavily escorted military vehicle to a small airport near the border. Later that night he was reunited with Colonel Ming Yo at a heavily guarded place at the airport. At that place he was briefed on the plans and strategies to finish off Rich Pranaja, their version of colonialism minions.
Pranaja scrunched his forehead.
“If you are from North Korea and the one who recruited you is a Chinese Army Colonel, why did you use an American-made Apache helicopter? Aren't you two ideologically different and competing with each other?”
Ryong Bae smiled.
“This helicopter was loaned by French tycoon Bartreuz Antolind. He bought it from the black market, which was stolen from his maker's company.”
“Then what does the French taipan have to do with the Chinese and North Korean mliter hunting Ryong?” ask Pranaja.
“You have ruined their grand plan. Some individuals in the military are used by owners of capital to secure their business dredging natural wealth under the desert Gobi.”
Pranaja nodded his head, now that he understood why he had become a target for murder.
“What are their illegal businesses?”
“Many. There are crystal stones, petroleum and gold. During this time the Gobi Desert seemed to be an ATM that made a lot of money for them. Now, it's all forced to close because of you.”
“So you mean, they took revenge on me?”
“Of course.”
“Ryong, why are you smiling when I say ideological fight between nations?”
Ryong smiled faintly.
“Because I don't trust him.”
“Then what do you believe?”
“I'm more confident this is a business game for world-class capital owners. Ideology is used to unite the minds of a group of people, then stir their feelings and emotions with the soul of pseudo-patriotism. After that inter-ideologies were collided, so that there was peperagan between mankind.”
Pranaja looked at his new best friend's face deeply. Not expecting, a military member of a tyrannical country could have thoughts se’liar’ it.
“You know who the winner is Pranaja?”
Pranaja nodded his head.
“Those financiers right?”
Ryong nodded his head.
“Yes. Through the arms sales business they have produced with billions of dollars of investment. And the market, which they created themselves, is already available to sell their products.”
Pranaja clenched his hand. There was anger implied from his facial line. We live in a world full of hypocrisy. Fiery world leaders call for peace, and they continue to ignite the flames of war. Because the people know nothing.
Like Ryong, who was forced to kill because of the pressure of the tyrant's power behind the dogma of the nonsense ideology they always echoed.
***
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
The sound of hundreds of sniffer dogs running fast hunting for the whereabouts of Pranaja and Ryong in the forest. With a sharp kiss they can see the places they live and the footprints of Pranaja and Riyong. The extremely strong and trained Bloodhound dogs continued to hunt with their sharp, slimy claws and teeth.
Bloodhound sniffer dogs are believed to have originated in Belgium, France or Great Britain. With a body weight of up to 72 kg, the 69 cm height of this giant dog has an amazing cruising range. A very large skeletal structure with most of its weight concentrated in its bones, making this dog agile to move and have high stamina. They can also distinguish human body odor from a distance of 2 kilometers.
“Continue running Ryong. The dogs are getting closer to us!” shouting Pranaja.
As a soldier, Ryong's physique was extremely strong. They had been running continuously for ten kilometers, but there was no look of fatigue on his face. But the dogs were too strong and fast. Pranaja must implement the right strategy to deal with them.
At the edge of a lake their steps came to a halt.
“Have you buried in Ryong Lake. Use the bushes to hide. Use this bamboo to breathe,” said Pranaja while handing over an elongated bamboo twig.
Ryong nodded his head and obeyed Pranaja's words. He walked to the middle of the lake and hid behind bushes and growing lotus trees floating on the surface of the water. Then Ryong drowned his entire body into the water, a bamboo stick he slipped between his lips as an airway so he could breathe.
While Pranaja turned around, running to meet the arrival of the tracking dogs. After a considerable distance from the lake, he jumped on top of a dry tree and stood gallantly on a dead branch. The existence of his tall body towered above the tree, immediately smelled the dogs.
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
In an instant, they immediately surrounded the tree where Pranaja was standing. The young man closed his eyes, then jumped down while raising his right hand. As soon as his feet touched the earth, his hands were swung to the ground surface.
“Tirtanala Power!” his yell.
The hundreds of Bloodhound bloodhounds hunting him, some leaping ready to tear his body apart, instantly freezing in the air. A few moments later the young man was silent. And when he raised his hand, the bodies of the living creatures were crushed into pieces. Like a glass statue smashed with a hammer.
Prangs! Pyars!
The fragments fell on the ground, then lost swept by the Bayu Seta wind, the science of Roro Lawe heritage that is very rarely used by Pranaja.
The mercenaries who had just come after became confused and shuddered at the sight of their dogs already disappearing without a trace. All the trees and other living things disappeared from view.
The forest in front of them was gone and changed the field within a hundred square meters!