The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 57: CONSEQUENCES

Jourrel who had been alert since earlier shot backwards, swinging his legs right on the two weapons that lead to him to fall scattered.

After the enemy lost a weapon, Jourrel immediately attacked the two of them. Giving kicks and punches to the men.

"Bad!" exclaiming Reno growled to see Jourrel put up a fight.

Reno grabbed the drink glass in front of her, gripped firmly and threw very hard. The glass cup hit right on Jourrel's back head. The flakes fell everywhere.

"Aarrgh!" erang Jourrel felt his head ache as well as pain. Slightly off guard, making him unable to dodge the kick in the stomach by Reno's two subordinate legs.

And then his body collapsed. Followed by another kick on his arms, stomach and legs. Jourrel tried to withdraw his consciousness, but already had a continuous attack, plus blood that began to flow in the head, making his gaze blurry.

Jourrel's hand grabbed the leg of one of his enemies, with the rest of his energy, Jourrel threw the body to the floor. Also kicking the other enemy. But he managed to dodge and almost stepped on Jourrel's chest if only he hadn't toppled his body. He tried to get up, supported on the edge of the sofa.

"Lock the body!" cry Reno with a heavy voice.

His two subordinates immediately pulled Jourrel in both arms. Despite trying to rebel, his body began to weaken. His vision began to darken, but Jourrel kept moving his head to stay in his consciousness.

'I have to go home. I have to go back, ' murmured Jourrel in his heart.

Both of his hands clenched tightly. Even though his movements are locked. When his head looked up, his face faced Reno who was now pointing a weapon at him.

Reno seemed to laugh with satisfaction. "Just kill you! You are useless!" his screeches.

Jourrel looked at him full of cold grin. Trying to rebel in the remnants of his power. His breath was wheezing, his eagle eyes were so sharp. Tigers ready to pounce.

"Dor!"

The bullet lodged in the back of one of Reno's subordinates. Jourrel managed to pull one of the enemies, to become a shield on his body. So that the bullet that Reno missed could not hurt him and penetrate the backs of his own men.

"Suck!" reno pulled the trigger back. The bullet made it through Jourrel's stomach. The side of his body that was not covered by the enemy.

"Haha!" Reno's laughter boomed. Almost shooting back, his attention was caught on the sound of the door being broken. Reno turned her head, her forehead frowning. "What the fuck? How dare you enter the room disrespectfully!" peekkik Reno's.

Instead of being afraid, the man in the security guard uniform approached Reno, raising his legs high until the weapon in Reno's hand crashed. Then switch to attacking Reno, kicking both shins until kneeling on the floor.

Poltak turned to the man who was still locking the movements of Jourrel, squinting his eyes sharply. "Take him off or I'll shoot you in the head!" yelled Poltak in a cold voice.

"Aaa .. jeez. Off! Release!" exclaims Reno terrified. His body was trembling and his face was deathly pale.

"God! Hearno? Release her!" poltak yelled at the man who was clutching Jourrel's arm.

Shortly after, some of Poltak's colleagues got off the helicopter. During his walk upstairs, Poltak kept in touch with all the other Sebastian Group security members.

After hearing their talk, Poltak asked the other team to come immediately. So that they can brainwash the murder planning on their lady.

The man gripping Jourrel immediately raised both of his arms, and was immediately ambushed by the men in neat suits. Jourrell's body collapsed with a gunshot wound to his stomach. His eyes closed slowly. Flashes of past events began to scatter from his memory.

Starting from robbery at home, loss of the father, difficulty living life after him, his work that has killed many lives, the first meeting with Cheryl, then the struggle to help Cheryl to her mother who returned to the drop.

"Mother, Cheryl!" he murmured very slowly, his eyes tightly closed with tears coming out from both corners of his eyes.

"Earth! Get the target to the hospital immediately! And hand the perpetrator over to Lord Tiger! He's already planning a murder on young Miss!" yelled Poltak on the communication device in his ear. Let the helicopter pilot get ready.

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"Jourreeeeel!!" cheryl cried hysterically. By listening to the repeated debumans he believes Jourrel fights, the sound of gunfire, leaving Cheryl's heart packed in an invisible hand. "Poltak, how's it going? Jourrel's fine, isn't he? I want to talk to him," Cheryl panicked.

Some teams have already caught Reno and his flock. Immediately handed to Tiger, the mafia leader who was so cruel without knowing the word mercy. Father of Cheryl Anastasia.

"Miss, she's unconscious. There's a bullet wound in his stomach!" poltak reported while running carrying the body of Jourrel with several teams.

"What?! Take it to Amarta's hospital, right now!" Cheryl screamed and ran out of the room.

Arriving at the doorway, Cheryl remembers Dina's mother. He ran back, Tristan approached him, looking at him fixedly.

"Go, let me be here" Tristan said with a bitter smile.

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