The Bodyguard's
Bullet Rain

Carlo thought for a moment before returning to the mansion through the ventilation hole. Roderyk must have ordered his men to stand guard in every hole of the airways, so that Carlo would have difficulty passing through the small hallway.

Carlo recalled the helicopter belonging to the de Luca family that was still parked on the runway. Carlo had to rack his brain to get to the pilot from Casa de Luca who remained on the helipad. Because, at that time the roof of the runway and places with other important access must also have been closely guarded by the Roderyk guards.

Carlo was silent for a moment. Luckily, he had removed the attributes of the servant and the mask he was wearing, when the idea of time caught sight of several servants passing by beside him. From the servants' clothes, Carlo made sure that they were not from the same agency he signed up for. The servants seemed to be the permanent workers of the mansion.

Carlo smiled as he found the easiest and quickest way, to get to the roof of the runway. He immediately mingled with the servants earlier. Carlo started following the people. The leader of the Red Wolf Clan, walked as quietly as possible behind them.

With confidence, Carlo thrust into the midst of the younger servants. At first they look astonished by the presence of Miabella's husband. However, Carlo instead greeted them kindly, as if he had known them a long time ago.

“I'm from the agency. My uniform was left on the toilet earlier,” explained Carlo without being asked.

“Which toilet?” ask one of the servants closest to him.

“Toilet second floor,” replied Carlo origin.

“Oh. You must have memorized the path, right?” said another servant chimed in.

“Yes, of course. I have memorized it out of my head,” said Carlo while circulating his gaze around. At that time, he was in the kitchen. There were a lot of people there shouting at each other and looking panicked. “What is this?” tanyanya pretended not to understand.

“There was an intruder into the mansion. Now that Mr. Roderyk's bodyguards are combing every part of this building,” is clearly one of the servants.

“Oh, so.” Carlo muttered, then again circulated his gaze around. “Ya, already. In that case, I'll take my uniform on the toilet,” said.

He waved at the waiter, then disappeared behind the wall between the kitchen and the other room.

While settling down and trying to avoid being caught by surveillance cameras, Carlo steps up the stairs until he arrives at the top floor where the helicopter runway is located. The blue-eyed handsome man was forced to duck and stop many times, when he passed by some of Roderyk's bodyguards. Fortunately, none of them recognized Carlo, because when he acted, Carlo was wearing a mask. The guards were not suspicious at all.

After feeling safe, Carlo immediately ran as fast as possible to approach the helicopter that read de Luca on the tail. While settling down, he headed towards the side door where the pilot was. Incidentally, the door was open. Carlo patted the pilot on the shoulder while reading a book. The pilot also looked. “Master?” how polite.

Carlo immediately placed an index finger on his own lips. “The situation is precarious. Fly to Palermo and tell her that Miss Miabella de Luca is in danger,” she half-whispers.

“Ta-but ... All means of transport are prohibited from leaving the mansion by Mr. Vlad Ignashevich, until the intruder is found, Sir,” the pilot hesitates.

“Originally you know, the intruder is me,” reply Carlo. “Now, do my command. For any other business, let me clear up.”

“Do you carry a complete weapon?” the pilot, who appeared reluctant, followed orders from a man he knew was the husband of his employer.

“Did you bring a stash of weapons?” Carlo asked back.

Without waiting for long, Carlo immediately opened the back door of the helicopter. It is true what the pilot said. Miabella apparently kept many rifles hidden on the cabin floor, and covered by a special pedestal.

Carlo chose one M16 assault rifle and one small semi-automatic pistol. He slipped a small pistol around the waist, then draped the M16 rifle on the shoulder. “Fly. Don't forget to send my message to Mr. Marco de Luca!” carlo closed the helicopter door.

“Then, what about those guards?” The pilot raised his index finger and pointed it to the left side of the helicopter body. There were several people in black suits walking closer.

“As I said earlier. Let me take care of it.” Finished saying so, Carlo circled the helicopter, then fired his weapon at the large high guards who were several meters in front of him.

Just a few shots fired, Roderyk's bodyguard collapsed entirely, along with the helicopter's propeller that began to spin.

Carlo lowered his body so as not to be exposed to the gust of wind from the propeller, while continuing to spew bullets into any figure who tried to stop the Miabella helicopter.

After the helicopter flew high, then Carlo fired his weapon blindly, without fear of hitting the transport equipment owned by Miabella who had flown.

Carlo was overwhelmed as the bodyguards continued to storm, and was like endless. They kept popping up from all sides, until he felt cornered at one corner of the runway. In desperation, Carlo was forced to make a decision in a split second. There was no other way for him, other than to break through the crowd of bodyguards in front who were also both pointing guns. Strangely, none of them attempted to shoot.

That would be an advantage for Carlo. He doesn't care even though many bodies are lost due to being struck by his bullet. He continued to push until he reached the elevator. Carlo's mind was deadlocked, when he saw the number of buttons on the side of the elevator door. I don't know which floor Miabella is currently on.

Carlo fingers finally moved irregularly. He pressed the number button that led to the ground floor. For a person who is hit by overwhelming anxiety, the movement of the elevator feels so slow. He wanted to hole the floor of the elevator and jump down. Fortunately, his common sense was still functioning, so he chose to stay silent until the elevator door was wide open.

There, Carlo was already greeted by many heavily armed men. Again, they just put a gun on him, with no intention of hurting him. “It's not my fault that I have to hurt you,” he said before charging at the men with gunfire, leaving only one person. He looked still very frightened as Carlo walked over. “Where does your employer hold my wife?” growled the handsome man.

“I don't know at all. The great lord only ordered us to escort you towards his private room,” replied the bodyguard in a trembling voice.

“For what he wants to see me!” jolt Carlo. “He should have killed me right from the start! Why doesn't he think about how many of his troops died by me?” his pedicab.

“Mr Roderyk will not hesitate to lose many things, as long as his wishes are fulfilled. That has been the principle since the beginning,” replied the bodyguard who increasingly looked scared earlier. He retreated slowly as Carlo walked closer.

“Then take me to face him,” said Carlo with a grin.

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