The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Big Bang

Juan Pablo was silent for a while, staring at the lifeless pus of his old body before him. “Lo siento (pardon me), Tio Pedro,” said the thirty-five-year-old man so softly. He took off the leather jacket, and used it to cover the top of the old man's body. After that, Juan Pablo then put one gun on the table after throwing all his bullets.

The man then grabbed the backpack and pulled out a few grenades from it. Before leaving the meeting room, Juan Pablo immediately pulled Don Vargas' head out of the glass vault filled with formalin solution. He took off the long t-shirt he was wearing. The T-shirt Juan Pablo used to carry the head of the man he called uncle. Juan Pablo wrapped it up in such a way, then tied the two long sleeves together. Not to forget, he also had time to tidy up his slightly disheveled hair.

After feeling that his business in the room was done, Juan Pablo re-enforced his body. He only wears a short-sleeved black t-shirt. He held a glance for a moment. Look back at Pedro's lifeless figure. As much as possible the man brushed off all the guilt in his heart. That's what he's been doing all this time, which is hiding in a feeling of indifference.

Juan Pablo's attention then returned to the grenade he had prepared. The Jungle Eagle is now beginning to flap its gallant wings again. Deftly, he pulled the ring of the explosive device lever and threw it. Carrying Don Vargas' well-draped head, Juan Pablo immediately ran out of the room. The grenade exploded and destroyed everything in there. While he was looking for a place to take shelter in order to avoid debris from the ruins of the place. Juan Pablo did not stop until he could find a path to get to another part of the underground base.

The sound of the explosion produced by the grenade was quite deafening. There is one more grenade left. However, he did not want to leave even a single room of the mercenary headquarters intact. Juan Pablo then stepped quietly into another part of the underground cave, until he arrived at a large room where there was a giant monitor screen. The Mexican approached one of the tables, then placed Don Vargas' head next to his feet. He then operated a computer that was still on. His fingers nimbly pressed down on the keyboard and stopped as he found what he was looking for. “It turns out the weapon room is still unchanged,” muttered the Wild Eagle.

The man with the scorpion tattoo immediately straightened up, regaining the preserved Don Vargas head pack. With quite a hasty step, he then headed to the side of the room. The burly hand felt the white wall, then stopped when it touched a small button. Her index finger pressed the button until the wall in front of her was wide open. There is an elevator to go to the room which is a storage area for various weapons.

Juan Pablo gets in there. This time he looked calm. One hand held a grenade, pressing the button to the ground floor. Moments later, the elevator door opened when it arrived at the bottom floor. There, there seemed to be so many thick glass-enclosed rooms containing various kinds of war equipment and other advanced weapons. In that section there is also a room closest to the elevator, and filled with explosives type C4.

With extreme caution, Juan Pablo placed Don Vargas' head beside the door of the room. He then entered the place, and put together his grenade which was still left on top of the pile of explosives coated with plastic. The grenade he clipped between the plastic C4 coating.

Juan Pablo then pulled out something from the backpack that was never left behind from his back. Is a long thin string that one end he wrapped on the lever grenade, while the rest of the strings he stretched to the top of a robot shaped hydraulic board. He tied the end of the string there. The robot can be controlled using a remote remote, and is usually used to transport explosives from one room, to another.

The man with the cold gaze then took the remote robot earlier. He rushed out and headed towards the elevator while pinching the parcel containing Don Vargas' head. Arriving at the top floor, the elevator immediately opened. Juan Pablo get out of there. With a face with no expression at all, he walked towards the tunnel where he had first entered earlier.

This can trigger a reaction in C4 that is very sensitive to high heat and also strong vibrations. Then, what happened next was an explosion with much more powerful force, when compared to that produced by a grenade alone. Its explosive power is able to destroy the walls of titanium-coated concrete and kevlar though. Not only that, the tunnel that Juan Pablo stepped into also vibrated. The rocks on top of his head also started to collapse. He rushed to escape, as a rumble rang out behind him.

Juan Pablo gasping. He was at the mouth of the tunnel. The large stone that had been opened, now shifted slowly again and closed the mouth of the entrance. Not long after, a shock wave that was very strong as an effect of the explosion produced, propagated and stomped so fiercely.

The handsome man then rolled to the side, when the stone was smashed into pieces. The fragments were even thrown in all directions. Juan Pablo then took refuge behind a valley niche that jutted slightly inward while hugging his pack. However, the recesses and walls of the valley where he took shelter also rumbled. In a quick motion, the man ran away from there and headed across.

The movements of the Jungle Eagle were so agile. He tied the long sleeves used to wrap Don Vargas's head, on a backpack strap still on his back. No matter the load carried at that time, Juan Pablo then climbed the cliff so agile that he arrived at the top of the canyon.

From where he stood, he could clearly see the underground headquarters that had now been destroyed. Not only that, the cliff walls in the valley also participated in the landslide. Juan Pablo smiled faintly. It seemed clearly a full hue of satisfaction in the face-to-eye and his cold facial expression. He turned around and walked down the top of the canyon.

Long enough Juan Pablo down the barren valley. Fortunately, because it was early evening, so that the heat of the sun was not too stinging and torturing him. Juan Pablo just stopped when he was in the dusty field. Several types of cactus plants also decorate the barren field. He had swept his gaze, before returning to walk towards the dry bushes that grew in groups a little far from the cactus plant earlier. While the orange sky began to envelop the place.

Behind the bushes was hidden a classic mustang in mystic black. Vehicles that had been enveloped by the dust of the barren desert. The dust had dirty the beloved car that was the legacy of the late father Juan Pablo. Patently, he cleaned the windshield of the car using the palm of his hand, then got into the vehicle. He took off the backpack he had been carrying. Juan Pablo also placed the parcel containing Don Vargas' head carefully on the passenger seat.

The man grabbed the car keys from inside the backpack, then turned on the engine of his vehicle. He was playing with the gas pedal for a long time before Juan Pablo drove down a high-speed inter-city highway. The man's destination was his private residence named Don Vargas in the city of Las Vegas.

About seven hours of travel was the time he had to travel. No look of fatigue at all on his handsome face. As long as it goes on, Juan Pablo's thoughts drift by and imagines Gianna's beautiful face. He will also devise a plan to finish off Lionel immediately.