The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 93: THE MISSION BEGINS

Upon arrival at home, Jourrel did not enter immediately. He paused for a moment, staring at the wooden door that his mother usually had waiting for him to come home. Jourrel lowered his head, adjusting his breathing which began to suffocate.

Cheryl understood, she grabbed Jourrel's arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. Although without a voice, Cheryl wants to convince Jourrel, that she is not alone at the moment.

“Ah, sorry,” says Jourrel when it hits. He immediately opened the door and entered the modest house, followed by Cheryl and Rico.

Jourrel immediately took Cheryl to the room. That of course makes Rico tick, immediately pull Cheryl and hide it behind her back.

Jourrel stopped, looking at Rico who was emitting a sharp flash from the look of his eyes. “Eee, his training room is inside, Uncle,” point Jourrel into his room.

Rico was still staring warily, advancing first to check on the state of the room. His forehead frowned as his gaze circulated to all corners of the room.

“Where is the training ground? You made up huh?” Rico turned around to stand right in front of Jourrel.

Jourrel smiled, he slipped in through Rico's body. Pushing his bed to the wall. Then kneeling lifted a door from the wood he painted to resemble the tiles of his room.

Rico and Cheryl were astonished, they looked at each other and approached out of curiosity. Jourrel went down a flight of stairs to his secret room.

“Come in,” invite Jourrel to look at the two.

Cheryl was certainly very excited, she had never expected it before. Inside the simple house it turns out there is a hidden room that is quite spacious.

“Woah cool,” praise Cheryl when you get to the floor. “Pantes is afraid of hanging. The game is underground!” cetus Cheryl chuckles amusedly.

Jourrel snorting rough. He just rolled his eyeballs lazily because Cheryl kept pushing him.

Various types of firearms, be it a long barrel, revolver, various types of folding knives, a set of computers and a fairly well-maintained training ground now spoil his eyes. Rico nodded, still circulating his gaze.

“You are the first person I brought here. Mom just didn't know that I had this secret place,” said Jourrel took some kind of revolver that would be used by Cheryl training. “Come we start!” get Jourrel to throw a gun that Cheryl immediately catches.

The girl was very excited to welcome him. Jourrel teaches techniques in shooting long distances, be it ways, shots and weak points that directly paralyze the enemy.

Rico sat back and looked at the couple. In the midst of seriousness sometimes tucked away joking Jourrel who likes to tease Cheryl.

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This morning, they were gathered in Cheryl's room, in a five-star hotel. They arrived in Medan last night, ready to carry out the mission. Tiger had already prepared the accommodations for as long as they were there. A luxury hotel in the city of Medan has been booked entirely for Cheryl and some of her subordinates. They'll be on standby when Cheryl needs help.

Cheryl sits on the balcony of her room while studying a file in her hand. Along with Rico, Jourrel joined him.

“Depart what time?” ask Jourrel.

“Now. Uncle already pesen seat that can be monitored Jourrel from the building opposite ‘kan?” timpal Cheryl asked Rico.

“It's all ready, Miss!” sahut Rico nodded.

Cheryl's appearance this time changed drastically. He turned his hair straight and black. The clothes are also worn black shirts, jeans and wrapped in black leather jackets. High boots bandage his toe.

While Jourrel, as usual will wear a mask that covers part of his face. The backpack on his back already contained a lot of equipment for his mission.

“Jou, whatever you see later, whether you know it or not, please hold yourself to the next plan,” messages Cheryl pairing earphones on Jourrel's ear.

They faced each other and stared fixedly. Jourrel nodded while smiling gently at him. “Yes, I'll hold it,” promise Jourrel grabbed Cheryl's hand and kissed her.

“Ehm!”

Deheman's voice blew away the romantic atmosphere. Who else if not Rico. The three immediately sauntered out of Cheryl's room. They split up in the lobby, Jourrel has been provided motor sport by Tiger, also a car for Cheryl to facilitate their movement.

“Jou! Spirit!” cheryl exclaimed open the window as they passed by at the exit.

Jourrel nodded, smiling behind his helmet. Then drive the motor at high speed. Cheryl is walking slowly, because Rico is sitting behind the wheel.

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