The Ghost Of Death
The Death Trap

A red dress that was over the knee and sleeveless was already worn by Utari, she saw her beauty charm inside the mirror.

"Perfect!" utari said with a sweet smile.

The girl walked slowly from her dresser towards her bed. Because the costan Utari only consists of one room that is wide enough the girl does not need a door to block the room. With one lift Utari lifted her sleeping mattress, she opened the thin board that separated the cot and the mattress.

It turned out that his bed was where Utari kept his weapons. Of course weapons for torture, such as knives of various sizes. Hammer, wooden saw, axe, lingis and so on.

All the tools seemed neatly arranged, the owner of all the objects seemed to consider that the tools were very valuable. From how to organize and store those weapons.

Utari took out a knife that was the size of a small fruit knife, she also took out a hammer.

"Let's have fun!" humming Utari with a very happy voice.

But the happiness was stopped when Utari's phone on her dresser shook. An unknown number appeared on his screen, but Utari's lost smile finally reappeared.

"Are you impatient, baby?" ask Utari.

The demonic woman immediately moved quickly to snare her phone.

"Hallo," said Utari.

"Where are you ready?" asked the gondrong student who was waiting for Utari in his car.

The gondrong man is currently closing his car in front of the boarding gate Utari, he is ready to have fun with Utari tonight.

Her young passionate smile never receded from the gondrong man's face. Maybe in his brain at the moment he is imagining his night with Utari will be very beautiful and impressive.

Utari disguised her curves with a black blezer, but still her beauty could not be covered with anything.

Utari also came out of the room and was greeted with a beautiful smile from the man gondrong.

"It's so pretty!" praise the man.

"really?" Utari looked blushed and her sweet smile immediately hypnotized the gondrong man.

The man who was familiarly called Arjuna immediately opened the door of his car so that Utari could get into it.

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"So what are you asking for!" said Mr. Harsono.

The old man was standing upright facing a lake, he was nearby already standing a man named Hendra. Former member of Tim Alpa, who knows Raga.

"Release the two members of Team Alpa who are currently on a mission to eradicate Rat Country!" said Hendra.

The two men of different ages were looking at each other. Hendra who had a cold and stiff face was trying to look at the expression of Mr. Harsono who looked friendly.

"Thank you sir, I'll make sure the two of them don't make a fuss!" said Hendra.

The man named Hendra is a former Team One member in Team Alpa, a man of Dutch, Japanese, Bugis is one of the mainstays in Team One.

Therefore, the man who was 182 cm tall knew that what Mr. Harsono had just promised was a lie. He also has a plan if Mr. Harsono does not want to release Raga and Utari, the man is the former deputy leader of Team One. The strategy of war, and conflict was easy for the reddish-white man.

After Hendra left the place, as predicted by Hendra. Mr. Harsono ordered his men to pursue the tall man.

Hendra who already knew would be chased immediately into his car when it reached the parking lot of the private place.

The long-barreled weapon commonly used by Shooters to target long-range targets was already in the hands of Hendra's two.

He was sure that he would die in this place, because Hendra knew that Mr. Harsono who had a four-star on his shoulder must have put his full strength into this sudden encounter.

An ambitious man like Mr. Harsono must be very observant in anticipation of this kind of thing, he who gets the post for cheating will always cheat forever.

Sure enough the Snipers deployed by Mr. Harsono had started shooting at Hendra's car. But the former strategist of war and the rank of Major General was not a stupid man.

Quickly and accurately, the bullets in his long barrel gun also immediately he threw towards the Snipers who were shooting at his sedan car. The Shooters of Mr. Harsono's men looked surprised, why Hendra could give a counterattack. The special forces would not know if Hendra was carrying a weapon as well.

One by one the troops in black-and-black uniforms had already started to drift on the ground, but other troops immediately appeared from the direction of the gate.

"Damn!" muttered Hendra who had no way out.

A well-built man in a thin white shirt must think logically at this time. Because the weapons he carries won't last forever.

Hendra also rained fire on the building next to his parked car. He was trying to kill as many people as possible in the area. So he can get out of his car and get to Mr. Harsono's whereabouts.

If he had to die today, he wouldn't mind. But he had to hurt Mr. Harsono too.

The beautiful green and beautiful courtyard of the villa had now turned into a sea of dying humans. Footsteps with shiny black pantofel shoes that immediately moved forward into the building that a few minutes ago he stepped casually.

Hendra draped his long barrel gun to his shoulder, now in his grip was clutched with a caliber pistol in each hand. The man immediately entered the deserted building, as all of Mr. Harsono's bodyguards came out to shoot him earlier.

But unexpectedly by Hendra a girl with a slender stature attacked the man. A kick from the skinny woman managed to make Hendra fall on the floor. Until one of the pistols in his hand slid away from him.

But Hendra quickly woke up and directed a shot of his firearm towards the woman. With agility the woman managed to hide on a large pillar.

Duarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

From the second floor of the classic European-style building, someone shot Hendra blindly.

How agile Hendra would be if he was hit by such a shot, he would have been hit. One bullet is now lodged in Hendra's shoulder. The burly man took refuge on another pillar, blood already pouring from his shoulder.

The white shirt has turned partially red. But Hendra did not feel the slightest pain in his wound. The man forced himself to prepare his long-barreled firearm to aim at the person who had just showered at him with gunfire and managed to injure his shoulder.