13 Killer

Murder on the street

The dry season is long, the heat is stinging. As far as the eye can see only the expanse of grass and dry scrub, at this time humans can only complain, the rice field drought crops failed, livestock also died a lot, but what can they do except to patiently pray and hope that this damn drought will soon end.

Today is still the same, even hotter than yesterday, the sun proudly perched on the sky as if to burn everything below it, no matter the suffering of creatures all over the earth.

A horse with its rider was seen walking slowly down a dusty road not far from the edge of the dry teak forest to molt, at the intersection of the road the rider stopped his horse, his eyes sweeping around the place, and the, seeing nothing but dry rocks and shrubs, his mouth grinned strangely, in his heart this person was making up ''A good place to kill.,''

Steady and strong black horse, rider in white and young, although some of his looks covered with bamboo caping but from his stout stature this man looks handsome. in the middle of the hole and quiet like this black and white color is also rather striking as well as spreading a strange death air.

The black horseman glanced at the intersection of the right road, which he waited to see, slowly he adjusted his breath, energy, heart and mind.This had become his habit, he needs to prepare everything before doing the task.

While taking a deep breath and in this man ending his meditation, all the pure air, the inner energy, and the path of blood in his body flowed smoothly, he said, not everyone can do that on the back of a horse but for him it is not difficult.he looked up to the sky when it was past noon, without realizing his mind floated past.

I don't know how many times he's done this crazy job, how many victims he's had, and what he's done this for, for money, for pleasure or for compulsion. he himself does not know or may not want to know, but if he wants to be honest he is actually just reluctant to think about it, afraid of regret and pursued guilt. to him all that had passed by was useless, because he understood for people like him, just once plunging into this black world, there was no way back, no way back, all there is is is killing or getting killed.,

Finally what he was waiting for appeared, although still far away but with his sharp and trained ears he could hear the sound of the clattering of legs dozens of horses speeding towards him. in a short time the riding group also arrived at the crossroads, because the white shirt and his horse seemed to deliberately block in the middle of the road was forced to quickly stop their horse running. sand dust that flew over the streets and dry leaves scattered in the wind while covering the eyes of people.

''Who is the one who dares to head our way, 'Red Garuda goods escort group.?'' someone exclaimed in anger. 'maybe he was tired of living.' said another.

At that time the inhibitor was still sitting on the back of his horse, with his left hand capping his bamboo raised slightly upwards, his eyes staring at the black flag with a red garuda bird on the wings. the flag was set on the roof of a large chariot drawn by two horses, although only for a moment he looked but it was enough for him to know the circumstances of his opponent.

''They were twelve men, eight armed with four machetes with swords, one of them as a chariot coachman, but I did not see the leader, he must have been in the chariot, the control items should also be there, thought the roadblock.although the number of opponents quite a lot of people still looks calm.

''I heard that the Red Garuda group has never failed to escort the goods, but it seems like today your big name will collapse., Haa ha..!''

There was an angry voice from the members of the Red Garuda, before they attacked from inside the train, a growling voice sounded, You ask what the person wants, he said, our time is not much immediately must get to the destination.''

''Who I am is not important, just like the words of your leader in the car, my time is not much, I do not like trite, just leave your control to me, I do not like stale, I'll leave soon and you don't have to die here either.''

The representative of the Red Garuda troupe was a little surprised, he was a man in his 40s who had enough experience, so far not many people dared to block their group, he said, even if there are mostly just attacking secretly, because with the name of the Red Garuda Group alone is enough to make the begal robbed feel horrified and afraid, but the person in front of him not only dared to head him off blatantly even as if he knew who was inside the horse carriage. ''if this man does not have a high stock of silat science, he must be just a crazy person who wants to die..''

''Friend, if you want money, I can give you a road money and a sign of friendship from us, said the representative, throwing a piece of currency at the person in front of him, not an ordinary throw but accompanied by deep energy to test the obstacle, the distance between them was only two three spears away the piece of money was darting fast forward, which was attacked was still silent, and the distance between them was only two and three spears, only when the money was only two fingers left hand fluttering, strangely a piece of money was like moving fast and easily captured.

While holding the money in his hand, the white shirt shook his head as if disappointed and said mocking ''The famous Garuda Merah goods escort service group turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of stingy people, give money a way only with a piece of copper. let alone me, even a poor kingpin will be lazy to accept it..''

The group representative was surprised to see it, the left hand movement reminded him of something, while he still thought unexpectedly some of his friends were impatient, by pulling the machete three members pounded his horse forward, they intended to chop the white shirt in one attack, two machets chopping the stomach one read out the neck, and the, in the shadow of everyone in an instant the white shirt must have been sprawled into a corpse drenched in blood.

Another thought to be different was the fact, when three strikes a machete arrived, the white shirt seemed to disappear from the back of his horse, had not lost the shock of the three attackers suddenly felt a loud wind from above his head, hastily the three ducked while trying to turn the machete up to protect themselves, but the greatness of the wind was not only to make their hands twisted, even their three machets so clashed with each other and then loose, the, next only came the sound of 'kreekk, and the scream was restrained, the three members of the Red Garuda fell to the ground with broken neck bones,! throw everyone.

While the others were angry and nervous, the representative of the group was even more vigilant, despite already knowing the white shirt was quite contained, but he did not think that the intelligence of the opponent was as good as that, even though he knew the white shirt was quite contained, with a dark face ironed in the eyes of the white shirt who had been sitting on the back of his horse ever since when it was told may have felt long, but actually this incident seemed to only last as cruel as the eyes. even so the air of anger and curiosity could no longer be held back, by pulling out his sword he preceded darting forward leading his comrades to storm, ''Strike.!''

If the white shirt was just waiting for an attack, now he no longer stayed silent, his body flashed quickly to meet the opponent, a fight also occurred on the road.

Compared to others, of course, the silat possessed by the representatives of the Red Garuda group is clearly higher, so it is no wonder that his sword attack is fierce and fast as if it turns into five pieces accompanied by a sharp wind shot through the air, in his anger he had brought out one of his greatest swordsmanship moves which was named the 'Five Brushes of Death Lightning.!' style.!' so far very rarely people who can survive this attack, if there is any they must be seriously injured.

Similarly now, his calculations if the white shirt he predicted was young this year escaped from his manager, then the machete and sword of his friends who would sharpen his body.imagine that he laughed savagely .''Haa ha die you motherfucker,!''

At that moment the white shirt sweeps his left hand face, a roll of thick white smoke with a roaring heat hurls back at the opponent's attack, while his right hand that had been moving silently slashing left right, while the right hand was still moving, a layer of black light infiltrated the middle of the sword style of the representative, 'Traang, trang.! one sword broke four mental machetes, while its owner sprawled out with his intestines decomposed, stomach torn blackened.!