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Mafia Misses Heaven

That night the Black Skull Headquarters was already besieged by the enemy. The mafia's men have fallen. He could only see the inevitable unrest. Standing in her hiding, not because she was a coward but her life was threatened, her enemy was no match for now. Fighting means dying. The notorious and sadistic mobster can now only sit around waiting for his confidant to come to the news.

Inside the secret room he could only remain silent. Before long his confidants came to him.

"The boss of all our men is gone, the situation outside can no longer be controlled, just waiting for them to come in or we run away."

"escaped? You think I'm a coward?" The mafia's emotions rose, as if she doubted her power. He killed many people, never forgave anyone who fought him. Now you have to run away like a loser who's afraid of death.

"No boss, but this is all we can do."

The mafia is silent. He was not a fool, the enemy outside could have killed him easily. He had to maintain his power but not now, he needed strength to fight back.

"There's an underground road that the Boss can go through, connected by an underground channel, the Boss is going outside over the cover of the channel near the highway."

The mafia remained silent. This time he really couldn't do anything.

"Soon Boss! They're close."

The mobster took the gun, put it in his suit. He's out through the underground passage. Following the instructions that his men had been told. Meanwhile, his men confronted the enemies so that the mafia could escape.

After a long journey underground, until also in the channel cover. The mafia shut down the channel. Go outside from the inside, then walk by the side of the road. Suddenly some members of his enemy surrounded him. He has to fight them. There was a fierce fight. The mafia used his gun to fight as well as the enemy, they shot each other until the mafia was hit by a bullet in the arm.

The mobster rushed to find a safe place, he hid behind a tree to defend and fight. The number of enemies was not comparable to him, let alone that he was injured right now.

"I have to run, I have no choice."

The mafia was forced to run, as far as possible to secure themselves from the pursuit of the enemy while shooting inevitable.

On the other hand a hitman is on his mission to kill a man. The assassin was a beautiful woman who was cruel and sadistic. For almost 5 years it has killed dozens of people without compassion. Famous as a cold-blooded killer. The killer was already standing in front of the prey, preparing to kill him. The pointed sword has always been his favorite weapon to end it all. But when the slash was about to be released, the sound of a police car came to the mansion. Concentration's down.

"Cop dick!"

The assassin could not continue his action even though the sword was already in front of the neck of the frightened victim.

The assassin thought of escaping, that was the only way at the moment. He jumped out of the window. Climb onto the fence using special tools. Outside the fence, he was still followed by the police, there was no safe way but to run as hard as he could, the police continued to chase him from behind. The murderer looked back, his breath racing with his swift footsteps. For the time being he was very calm even though this was the first time the police had chased him. Everything was completely outside of his plan.

The killer began to be shot by police. He responded to the police attack with his gun. But over time the bullet ran out. The killer had to run as fast as possible or get shot and caught by the police. He jumped into the barbed barrier, his arm was scratched until it bled. He did not care, running among the tall weeds of his body. The police are losing track. They split up, looking for her whereabouts.

The sound of gasping breaths, feet injured by bullets and scratched arms made him feel pain. His steps began to slow down. He had to sit under the bushes. He held his breath and grabbed his injured leg.

Unexpectedly nearby there was a breath that was also wheezing and the same moaning sound as him. He looked to the side. A man wearing a torn white shirt, with bullet wounds on his arm and several sharp-edged wounds on his chest.

"You!" The killer was surprised. His mind was stifled, the fear of being caught made him think the mafia was a member of the police force.

"You!" The mafia was surprised. He thinks the killer is one of the enemies chasing him.

They took each other's weapons. Stand up, prepare to fight each other. The killer holds out the sword while the mafia brandishes the gun.

The mafia started shooting but the bullet ran out. This situation was used by the killer to fight with his long sword. They're fighting. The mafia still has the remnants of her honor, she exerts her power to fight the killer. At the point of tiredness, they both fell on the ground. Regulating the breath and gathering energy, both of them were equally powerful.

"It looks like it's there." A voice from a distance sounded. They were wary, it might have been the voices of the pursuers. They ran in the same direction.

"Why are you following me?"

"Woman, you're the one following me, you're my enemy?"

"Just kid, are you the cop?"

They ran until they reached a road. Right on the side of the road was a pick up car that stopped. The driver was urinating near a tree. The two got into the car tub covered in tarps. Pick up cars usually carry vegetables from the village to the city. After the vegetables were finished being sent, they prepared to return to the village.

Inside both are quiet. Not arguing, let alone fighting each other. They both have to escape. Though both suspicious of each other. A few minutes later, the pick up car drove. They simply sat down and rested, tying up bullet wounds by tearing the fabric of their clothes to hold the blood flowing. After 6 hours of travel, the car arrived at the village. Soon they get off before the driver finds out where they are.

"You followed me."

"I'm not going to follow you."

They both took different paths. Walk in search of a safe place. But apparently they met again in a vast cassava garden.

"You!"

"You!"

They argue, but not fight like before. Both energy is exhausted. They chose to argue all the way looking for a place to hide. Unwittingly they walked together until they reached a small house that was quite far from the houses around. The house was in the middle of a garden and a rice field. They stood at the door of the house. Don't know what to do.

"Knock the door!" the mafia's orders.

"I'm an anti-smooth killer, finish everything inside" said the killer.

"Cruel! I'd rather torture them to the point of whining to death" the mafia replied.

Both of them smiled cynically. Both cruel and sadistic.

"Knock the door! I cut them!"

The mobster just glanced at the killer and then knocked on the door.

Geck!poke!poke!

The assassin prepared with his sword to slash at the owner of the house that opened the door. Before long the door opened. Just as the assassin was preparing to slash, a small soothing voice sounded in his ear.

"Assalamu'alaikum Abi, Umi," said the little boy.

"Daddy, Umi?" the mafia and the killer.