System: Personal Assistant
Chapter 65: The original inhabitants of the black market

The situation in the Pekan family residence and the Heaven Mafia headquarters were in chaos. The assassinated designs and the bombing of the headquarters. Everything is focused on one person, Erick.

After escaping from the Pekan family residence, he immediately took care of Ariel's family and tried to bring her to safety.

Injuries throughout the body make mobility decreased, difficult to move quickly. Erick is not too far away from there, he needs to leave immediately if he does not want to be caught.

"Really sucks! That mind controller .. everything's fucked up!" inner Erick took out a bag containing his own equipment from the System storage. He took the black jacket and continued to wear his hood.

Erick went straight to where Ariel's family was. They also have to find a hiding place.

"You ... what's hurt?" his mother Ariel was worried. Seeing Erick whose face was enduring pain made them feel guilty.

"T-relax it. Just a bullet, it can be treated later. We have to go to a safe place." Erick refused subtly, treating the wound for now will actually hinder.

Erick whose footsteps are shaken hard to walk, father and mother Ariel could not bear. So, they got Erick on the left and right respectively.

"We'll get caught if you walk that slow!" ledek's father Ariel, smiling kindly. Erick gave up trying to look strong in front of his girlfriend's family.

"S-excite, brother." Ariel's younger brother did not escape to encourage.

"Hmm .. well, thank you." replied Erick feeling moved.

Their appearance was too eye-catching, so Erick suggested putting back a cloak that could be camouflaged. Made the four of them disappear from everyone's eyes. Thank goodness the robe still fit when Erick joined.

Erick directs to go to an underground station. Not to take the train, but go back to the black market. There Erick might get a little help.

"Where are we going?" asked Ariel's father in a whisper.

"We walk to the train tracks, walk about 100 meters. There will be a tunnel. We can hide in there!"

"What's going on there?"

"Black markets."

His father Ariel was startled at first and a myriad of questions popped up in his head. But can't ask much, even hinder.

They then headed to the tunnel, walking slowly and cautiously. It's very dark in there, so Erick provides lighting with an HP screen.

"If you may know, what is your name? You know Ariel, right?" asked Ariel's mother to break the silence. The sound inside the tunnel echoed.

"My name is Erick. Well, I'm his girlfriend!"

Unexpected, but predictable declaration. Ariel's family wasn't too surprised.

"Ariel seems very lucky, huh?" ariel's father chuckled small.

Half an hour passed as they walked down that pitch-black passageway. Armed with a flashlight from a mobile phone screen light, they continue to walk. Silence and strange sounds. Well, maybe a rat, makes his sister Ariel uncomfortable. He was whining at his mother.

An hour later, Erick and his family Ariel never found the end of the hall. Walk until you feel your feet begin to tingle. Ariel's sister is asleep in her father's arms.

Indeed the distance from the station they passed to the abandoned station was far. They had to walk for miles. Moreover, Erick, he was tormented withstanding pain all over the body.

Half an hour later .. walked two hours nonstop. They finally found a safe-looking door. Ariel's father turned the lever.

The view of buying and selling as in conventional markets appears. They immediately became the center of attention, but immediately marginalized. If you don't have money, don't expect special treatment. The principle down there.

"Yes." Yeah." Erick nodded.

"Well, you're back this fast, young man? Hoh, bring some people. Those are the people you saved?" the mysterious grandfather came from nowhere, suddenly approached Erick.

"Who are you?" his father Ariel was alert. The right attitude, don't trust people on the black market.

"It's just an old geezer living down here. Come here, I'll take care of the young man's wounds!" the grandfather walked in one direction.

Erick and his family Ariel did not immediately follow him.

"He's a good man!" erick. Inevitably, others must also believe.

They also began to follow the grandfather who walked to a deserted area. Arrive in a simple house made of used plywood on the wall. The house could collapse with a slight lunge in the wind, lucky to stand where the wind rarely blows.

"Take it like your own palace" said the old man stepping into his house.

"P-excuse me."

"You can put the young man in the long chair!" tell the grandfather.

Erick was then laid on a rickety wooden chair that had been eaten by termites. The legs of the chair can be broken if raised by excess weight.

Grandpa sounded busy behind preparing something. When Ariel's father and mother were about to worship, the grandfather suddenly came with a teapot and a zinc cup.

"Sorry, it's just a drink."

"It's okay. That's more than enough."

Grandpa focused on Erick. "Well, let's heal that wound!"

Erick scrunched his forehead. "Cure with what? Grandpa brought nothing. Mau simsalabim .. tara, wounds healed. Where it might be." Erick's inner.

"Which part of it is hurt?" ask the grandfather.

Erick showed me all the parts of the body that were hit by bullets. Actually there was also a landing, but he just did not realize.

The gramps with picing eyes next to it started pressing on the injured parts. Erick groaned in pain, because his wound was pressed so strongly.

"Akh .. pain. Which he said treat. Should have brought bandages, betadin or something." Erick protested with a smile.

"I don't need any of that. Less efficient old-fashioned thing."

"Huh?"

"Let's see your wounds?!"

Erick carried out his direction, he started taking off his clothes. And how surprised he was ...

"S-cured? B-even not in stock? Who the hell are you?"

"May see .. an old grandfather. Just waiting for its end. Oh, young man .. need help? I suggest all these black market natives. They also have a little bit of privilege!"