The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Thirty Five
"Ingsun amatek ajiku the cow, Rasulku luh, Brahim nginep babahan, Kep-karekep barukut kinemulan wesi yellow, wesi mekangkang, Sacengkang, dsadempu representation, Sakabehing braja tan ana nedasi, Bedil pepet, Saskar, mriyem bunyu, ..."
Soemantri Soekrasana is a small cow study, a science that makes it almost impossible to attack. Any opponent's attack aimed at him can certainly be avoided even if only a little adrift.
Wong Ayu had disappeared somewhere even though both of them understood that there was another danger that also threatened, not only him, but the entire village of Pancasona. The demon queen seemed to have already planted her land in this village, faster than the two of them had expected. So, Wong Ayu just left it. While he knew that some gunmen were already lined up in the hallway of the second-floor inn, a few meters from his room. It turned out that they were waiting for the circumstances to attack him immediately. Incidentally, Kaliabang residents and some Pancasona residents have also decided to leave this village to seek refuge in another village. The right time for the mongundal troupe to complete the action.
Soemantri Soekrasana fingered the upper keris in her sling bag, then looked at the red kuntilanak sitting on top of the wardrobe in her room wagging his legs while giggling.
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Affandi stands behind five subordinates, three of whom are armed with a semi-automatic HS-9 pistol and two others holding a Sub Machine Gun or SMG Sa Vz 61 Skorpion which is often used in close combat missions or Close Quarter Battle.
Although all his men are armed with firearms, Affandi still confidently arms himself with a pair of carambits. It's more comfortable that way. He stood at the very back of the invading army.
Kardiman Setil on the lower floor had already asked the innkeeper to knock on the doors of all guests and ask them to come out, except Soemantri Soekrasana's room. With his dialogue skills and the charisma of the apparatus that he still has, he can convince the owner of the inn that they are thugs who want to arrest a suspect *******. It is not too difficult to convince the owner of the inn, considering that there have been too many terrible things happening today, including the arrival of displaced Kaliabang residents. All of these things are like a mix, so it is better to look for something safe.
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Breaking the door of Soemantri Soekrasana room was met with a loud kick from inside. One attacker was thrown away crashing into the door of the room across. Seeing his partner being thrown in such a way without even having time to fire his gun, all the members of the thugs became furious. They entered simultaneously and shot at the figure of the man standing inside the room.
Logically, the body of Soemantri Soekrasana should be destroyed by the hot lead. But what happens is that Soemantri Soekrasana moves quickly in a room that is not so big with extraordinary sluggishness. It was as if there was a magic rope that moved him so that his body jumped, rolled, rolled and folded in such a way that not a single mime of hot lead managed to nest in his body.
Instead, the attackers became difficult because the room is not so wide and the movement of objects quickly make them difficult to aim and can not lean freely, especially without injuring their own colleagues. As a result, a hot lead drizzle targets beds, cabinets, walls and even lights. Making the room dark and illuminated only by the light outside the room as well as the flames from the muzzle of their weapons.
All the attackers stopped their fire and fell silent, not sure if there was any result from this barrage of hot lead drizzles. "Sat! You've been killed?!" yell at one of the thugs. Of course there's no reply. They started to step inside more slowly. They put up their ears well and sharpen their gaze in this dark room with limited illumination.
Suddenly one figure shocked one of the thugs, right in front of his face. A woman dressed in red, pale face with disheveled hair and a pair of blood flowing eyes appeared out of nowhere. The thug shouted loudly and fired his gun towards the appearance of the figure.
"Sat! Why did you shoot me, you idiot?!" the victim was seen in the dim light kneeling with her bleeding shoulder.
"Yellow ... Kuns ... Kuntis ... Lanak," said the shooter.
Others did not protest when one by one they saw the creature crawling on the wall, disappearing when shot and appearing again right over their heads, walking upside down with her legs stuck to the ceiling and her disheveled hair hanging down.
All shot simultaneously against the ceiling, destroying the ceiling and practically damaging the contents of the room. But all they get is a gripping and prolonged fear. How not, the red kikikanak sound continues to echo in the room.
It was at this time that Soemantri Soekrasana emerged from the darkness, replying to the attack. He disarmed the opponent by hitting the chin, kicking the feathers, twisting the arms of the opponent, even throwing the head of the enemy against the wall. This quick attack was unexpected, even the thugs had forgotten that they had to re-fill the hot lead misty. It's just that it's too late. They were all knocked out and unconscious.
Soemantri Soekrasana came out of the room filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. He found that there was another man standing at the end of the corridor already with a carambit in both hands.
"Cardiman's right. You must have an heirloom under your shirt. If you're just a rotten sneak, there's no way you can fight my five men, even beat them. I'm ready to learn your abilities young man," Affandi said as he prepared his horses.
Soemantri Soekrasana shook her head slightly. "I'm also sure the kind of person you who acts so far away must be rotten. Without even being asked, I'll serve you."
Affandi smiled and rushed towards his target. He swirled his carambit towards Soemantri Soekrasana's legs, thighs, stomach, chest and neck. All his attacks were spared, a short distance away. Every Affandi was convinced that at least one or two of his sabets could scratch the body of his enemy, when he was surprised by the escape of his attacks that only hit empty air.
Soemantri Soekrasana did not want to linger to play this enemy. When Affandi was still determined to attack him, targeting his throat, Soemantri Soekrasana shifted a little with the influence of cow studies, then grabbed Affandi's hand, locked and broke two fingers. Affandi's scream of pain was heard along with the release of one of his carambits.
Not yet fully aware of his condition, Soemantri Soekrasana has advanced and landed his foot into Affandi's kneecap and made him severely cracked. Affandi even this time had not had time to shout when Soemantri Soekrasana hit his face several times, broke his nose and made his vision blurred.
The cheekbones and temples of Affandi are crushed.
Thick blood covered his face and made him almost unconscious. Bad luck for the head of this one thug dealing with the wrong person. Before he was completely unconscious, one of his bloodless eyes still had a chance to see the pale face of the red kuntilanak floating on the floor of the corridor and smiled horribly at him.