The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Verse Twelve
The incident on board the ship occurred several years ago, at a time when a Bandi was not yet a figure of the leader of the big thugs in Kalimantan. The meeting with the young Satria Piningit occurred before he became an important confidant of officials there in carrying out all activities of fraud, plunder, threat and even murder.
Destiny works in a way that is like no systematic, but it excels in algorithms. The two characters intersect in the story of Angkara Murka Chronicle without knowing that both are just pieces of fate run by the power of the hands of invisible destiny, to play a game of universal life.
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James stood up with his body covered in mud almost entirely, except for his eyes which were entirely white. This made the seeds of his vision device glow like they were burning in the dark. In fact, the body of James looks like mud itself given life and life by the gods.
Bandi stood pouring rays from his metal long flashlight one hundred percent into James's face. His hand touched a gun. The privilege of his position and power, Bandi does not hold a handgun assembly like some others with him. The gun was a smuggled original pistol, tucked in the back of his waist.
Soon the five men arrived. Their boots and sneakers dabbled on the swampy ground. Two people were already grasping the assembled gun, confidently. It was as if they were proud and excited to use it immediately. The rest carried long machetes that had been used to cut down grasses and branches of trees to find James James.
"It's good that Om can find the bastard," said the young man who was excited and anxious to look like using a poorly assembled pistol.
The mud on James's body flowed down along with the melt of the water. But strangely enough, there are many layers of mud that stick thinly to form certain images and motifs on the body of James.
The figure of James James snorted like a wild forest animal and was in a state of being squeezed by hunters.
The rusty mandau he had held, was now drowning in the swamp. Practically James was standing without any weapons, but a pair of eyes glared wildly, refusing to bow before the flashlight of Bandi, and a pair of hands with clenched fingers.
The young man who was a tile-clad with his raft gun looked so furious. He pointed his gun at James, without heeding the position of Bandi he called 'Om. Bandi is clearly the leader of this begundal group. However, just like a group of criminals, there must be one or two acting.
Bandi herself stopped taking her gun. He glanced at the man with the gun but did nothing.
James had just killed one of their friends, another Bandi. This was done by James with a grudge that barked in his soul like a coyote. This made the attack and the stabbing of the young man so indiscriminate.
Sandy doesn't care what happens between them. He lost one man. This means that he also loses his self-esteem. Where can a young man come to the den of thieves killing his men in the style of criminals. It was he and his people who had the right to do this to others, this young man especially. Because they are the criminals.
Theothers? Equally, they don't care if their comrades are killed horribly. They work professionally, or are more likely to be indifferent. There is no special relationship or brotherly bond between them. Unlike the mob which has the principle of brotherhood or family.
However, like their leader, Bandi, this action cannot be allowed. They felt they had to retaliate, giving lessons to anyone who fought against their criminal group. An attack by a foreign youth really attacked their authority as well.
Every villain in this group seems to race to be violent, fierce and as sadistic as possible.
"You don't want to ask me first why he killed Ferdi?" respond Bandi with cold. This question is actually a form of harsh sarcasm. Originally, it was an order not to presumptuously perform any action without his command.
But unfortunately for Bandi, some new subordinates in his 'work' place are also new too much style and often act alone without orders. Maybe they think this is a form of creativity and an effective way of working rather than having anything to report the boss or why-why wait for the command leader. Though according to Bandi, let alone creative, not stupid is good.
Explosion sounded!
Smoke from the muzzle of a high-rise gun clumps excessively like burnt dry grass garbage.
Bandi even exploded. He pulled out his original gun, grabbed the shooter's orange-leafed shirt collar and put his gun on the fool's head. "You motherfucker! I told you first ask who he is and why, you're shooting! I can shoot you in the head now!" said Bandi with a burst of anger.
"Sori, Om, sori, Om ..” groaned the perpetrator.
“Sori, that tori of your head!” hardik Bandi's.
“I'm worried about killing him, Om. That person is so insolent," said the poor man. He is now shrinking like a dry canoebo. He even almost released his own gun because he felt death was at the end of his head, out of a hole that could have been formed from the original boss' gun. The gun also looks bigger and more intimidating.
Bandi increasingly stick the muzzle of his gun to the head of his brash men.
But suddenly, everyone was glued. Not by the actions of the leader, but by something else. The rest of the four Bandis who were astonished to see their comrades being held by their own bosses, now looked towards James at the same time.
"Cn, ... Om Bandi ...," said one of them restrained.
Bandi looked at them with a face full of annoyance, "What else are you? Want me to chop your head off after I shoot your stupid friend?"
The man did not answer, but pointed to James with his machete.
James was jolted, but only more in surprise.
The hot tin mist that shot towards James only pierced through the thin layer of mud on his body, after which it fell into the swamp and sank. However, his body was not injured at all let alone being pierced by that shot. He still stands perfectly. There was a slight puff of thin smoke in the hot misty spot just now.
James Yakob had a terrible big smile. His eyes and teeth were most clearly visible behind the mud, showing a terrifying killing intent. He looked at the faces of those who were eager to kill him. Maybe everything is reversed now. These wild animals will prey on the hunters.