The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 43: THE DAMN TYPHOON
Meanwhile, when he just set foot in the courtyard of the luxury cafe, the eyes of the eagle Jourrel immediately caught the yellow mercedes car his target.
Jourrell rushes to the toilet, as Cheryl begins to enter the cafe. A backpack hung on both of his back.
Out of the toilet, Jourrel left the bag, covering almost his entire body with a black cloth. The mask partially covered his face. Also a black hat, he lowered the tip, so that his face was completely invisible.
His footsteps were so fast, his eagle eyes scanned the surroundings to ensure his safety from the CCTV cauldron. One hand goes into the hoodie pocket. So long his footsteps that maybe people who pass by do not pay too much attention.
Jourrel dropped a match right next to Gevano's car, then in an invisible motion, pulled out a sharp and quite long folding knife. He thrust a knife into the tire of the car with emotion, imagining that he was piercing Gevano's heart.
Jourrel does the same thing on every tire. With different mode. Such as pretending to conclude shoelaces, tripping and other non-suspicious movements.
His lips grinned sharply, stood up and returned to the toilet quickly. He changed all his clothes, as if nothing had happened.
"Jhon! Where the hell is it? Riding from earlier too!" call Cheryl who suddenly appears in front of him.
A little surprised, but Jourrel immediately cleared his throat to disguise his panic. "From toilet. Mules," he said briefly.
"You're diarrhea? Did you take medicine?" ask Cheryl worried.
"No. Shrimp meeting? Where are you going again?" tawar Jourrel is now going hand in hand.
"home. The rest will be taken care of by Rain," Cheryl said, turning to the assistant, "Can you? I stay yes," he said patting Rainer on the shoulder.
The man nodded, "Ready, Boss! Don't forget the bonus!" cetus Rainer laughed.
"Based on the bonus eye!" cheryl's chirps made the three of them laugh.
Behind them, there was someone who was already growling furiously. Emotions that burst made his entire body stiffen. Who else if not Gevano. His eyes stared hard at Cheryl and her assistant. His breath sounded very rough.
"Jhon! It's a real gemoy his helmet. Where's nemu?" exclaimed Cheryl wearing a black helmet, there was a pair of bunny ear-shaped whiskers. So it looks so adorable.
When he left, he was in a hurry. Thus concluding admiration and high curiosity.
"Buy it! Time is on the road! Like?" the man was wearing a motorcycle helmet.
Cheryl nodded quickly with a big smile. "That's great. Thank you, Jhon. I'll bring it!" said the girl was too happy.
"Yes, simple!" sahut Jourrell.
They immediately left the cafe. Gevano who has harbored hatred now connects his phone to his subordinates who standby not far from him. He asks to follow Cheryl's motorbike and finish her off.
Afterwards, Gevano got into his car. He wants to witness for himself the process of the death of the girl who destroyed his company. He did not care about his secretary.
"Death to you fucking girl!" geram Gevano with high self-confidence.
He wanted to drive his car, but it felt so heavy. Very difficult to move. "Why this?" he muttered confusedly, took off the seatbelt and got out of his car.
His pair of eyes widened wide when he saw his car tire deflated. Gevano went around and looked at all sides. It turned out that all four tires of the car were flattened simultaneously.
"Damn it! Who would dare to do it!" gevano yelled at his waist while kicking his car tire.
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