The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 25: DIFFERENT EXECUTION
"Jourley! What do you want? What's up?" tristan shouted not at all digubris.
Tristan stared at him from the end of the track while shaking his waist. Seeing such a panicked Jourrel, gave off an unpleasant premonition in his mind.
The concentration of the Jourrel split, he noticed the movement of Cheryl cars as well as the speed of the motor that must exceed Cheryl's current speed.
He thought, Cheryl still drove at a speed of 100 km/h. And the longer, of course the girl will increase speed.
Jourrel does not want to lose, on the side of the track continues to pull the gas lever to reach 180 km/h. A few minutes later, Jourrel managed to match Cheryl's car.
The roar of Cheryl's car engine is clearly heard more and more speed. Jourrel panicked a little, but he was still concentrating on not losing.
Jourrel managed to precede, he lowered his speed when he saw a gap entering the race track. Jourrel held his motorbike in the middle of the road that Cheryl will pass at a distance of approximately 20 km.
Jourrel quickly got down and ran to the edge to pull out the embedded banner flag. "Damn! So hard!" the grunts then broke the bamboo for a meter.
The man stood back up near his motorbike, his chest creaking was already until it was painful. His breath was wheezing with a pale face. He was really scared.
"Replace, Cheryl. Just stop! Do not let the speed of your car above 300 km/h," please Jourrel in heart while waving the flag that flutters in his hand.
From a distance, Cheryl sharpened her gaze. "What the hell is that guy? You wanna die, huh?" cheryl's grumbling is still traveling at high speed.
Getting closer, Jourrel still didn't step aside. He moved the flag on his arm. "There's no other way! Sorry," he said slowly grabbing a gun in his jacket pocket and aiming at one of the wheels.
"DOR!"
"Aarrayghh!" shouts Cheryl who lost control of her car.
"Joe! What are you doing?" Tristan is not thinking. His brain suddenly crashed. His body trembled at Cheryl's current condition.
The car became unguided, Cheryl's hands clutching her steering wheel. High speed and as if it was stopped by force makes the car difficult to control.
"Oh my God, am I going to die today. Ma, I hope you're sorry Cheryl. Pa, sorry!" he said resigned despite all his energy trying to master the speed of his car with difficulty. Her pair of beautiful neutrals started to water.
Just a few hours ago he scolded his papa for still sending a shadow bodyguard and asked to pull him over. He felt uncomfortable being spied on like that. If it's like this, he feels guilty to the father.
"Shelf!"
Lacing on the track wall, making the car go round and round. Cheryl closed her eyes, she really didn't know what to do now.
"Shelf! A sreeekkkk!"
After circling, it now hit the wall again and dragged several meters. The brakes don't work as they should. So Cheryl slammed the body of the car into anything, so that the speed could stop.
Jourrel got out of the way when they were a few meters away. He pushed his bike straight on Cheryl's car. So that the car can stop. Then take a few steps back with a worried look.
During the execution, only this time he felt an overwhelming fear. Even sacrificing his own safety. Especially blatantly removing bullets to be able to thwart the action.
"Cheryl," he muttered with trembling lips.
His face was pale. A loud bang was heard when Cheryl's car hit the Jourrel motorbike which ran a few meters. Eventually the car stopped. Jourrel immediately ran as hard as he could to get to Cheryl.
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