Abstractal Nature: Diaries

the chapter up 008

Tetra again peeked at the object he shot, splashing on it he ignored because in this front line there is protection for him. He saw a ninja statue not re-cures or still not moving.

Tetra leaned back observing the 'batre' in her hand. He clenched the flaming thing and immediately attached it to his vest, the rifle he folded and tucked in behind.

Bruach!

The ninja landed where Tetra was hiding but the target was already moving faster. One shot from the other side hit the ninja's head until the assassin froze. Then the ninja scepter neutralizes the 'anxious' until the master can move again.

The set!

Black ninja swinging his weapon. Instantly stuck so hit the target. His wand was stuck in the air circled by a red thread, held by FinalCutter.

"Yes. He is Epsi. That's why we dare to come here."

Zzzz!

Tetra shoots its vest beam at the attacker, the enemy is immediately frozen silent.

"Now is the time for fortune."

Swutthe!

Finished drugging, Tetra immediately darted away across the street to meet his teammates.

Ckiiits!

The squatting tetra is stared at by a boy who is lying on his stomach in the park.

"Update first, Ben. Lightnov."

The friend got up and gave me his rifle. Tetra immediately revoked the 'batre' from his vest and immediately refill the ammunition alias update. While the friend is closing one ear.

"God! To all lucifer bases! Attention! Attention! The front line requests that the sodara-free position be switched on. I reset.. Nyalain. Nyalain position sodara-sodari! Staying defensive! I reset.. Stay defensive until Tetra comes aer! Stay on hit! Stay on hit! Keep shooting and hitting! Nyalain ge-pe-es! Radio out!"

"Thanks, Cap Ben. Nought. Three seconds are used for the apdet," Tetra conch while telling the duration of the recharge.

"fast. Before Luna tells us to go home."

Swutthe!

Without replying, Tetra went off flashing.

Spotlights of binoculars turned to other places where Jired and Jhid were still sneaking around. Highlights found no other objects around the building's fence, a route that Jired had empty from local and assassin levels.

"Straight, the road continues twelve more meters, Han. Perimeter's secure."

Marcel looked up while holding the airdrop in his ear. He was on the side of the roof of the beam building, peering at the battlefield. His stomach is in the ring of a red laser.

On top of this building Marcel noticed an increasingly exciting war down there. This place is in a thin 'fencing' circle that floats at chest level. Marcel was near the side of the fence letting two important figures discuss behind him.

"We're waiting for the elite here. If they have to penetrate the next region, they (defenders) are not ready. Trus I see, the elite next door is still focused on guarding the place," said the woman who leaned this on the pale hooded boy in front of her.

Luna moved her hands, darting her fingers, clenching her head several times. Enik continued to cross hands, listening to the delivery of Luna who always use sign language.

Although Luna does not use the standard Indonesian Signaling System, Enik is quite understanding. And Luna did not repeat the gesture.

"So. This area is quite beautiful. We think it's enough. We already have a recipe and how to make lo maem. Let's not get full fast."

Luna touched her stomach, chopping her hand with the other side.

"Of course I know how many hulls there are. Ntar I print the area next door if there is already Asthma approval."

Luna scratched her finger into her palm, clenching her hand while moving her other hand.

"Cooking recipe?"

Luna nodded.

"Every day we will change and adjust again. I'll hand over the same menu as Ghost."

Luna held her thumb. Coinciding with the end of the topic, Marcel came and stood next to him. Luna slightly opened her two legs and folded her hands behind her, a resting pose.

"Conducive?"

"No problem. Key is on the way back, in the control of Zeta's squad, Ma'am," reported Marcel.

"Valid if that's my talk. So, you see the elite sign?"

"mmm.. No more."

"What do you think, Cell?"

"I think Jisas is still waiting to leave. Or Nisas. Or both are duels first, by one-nan here."

"Where would you go to the elite next door?"

"No data's. If Luna is.."

"He asked for this. No Asthma approval yet, I can do what."

"Yes, without the data we will play gambling, Ma'am. Defenders certainly will be there yanh nanya; what is the problem if we have to second aggression? The other same field kids should be prepared or improved here."

"His simple?"

"Hhh. We're not ready yet.." Marcel looked beside him. ".. Luna."

Luna slightly looked up at Marcel. The pale man looked down at his cold smile. Luna made Marcel's body rather limp.

"Everyone I need him (Jhid), let the plot get me to read the same. God willing, it could be lo ngejinakin blueprint-pure."

"Hhh. Come on, Mommy."

Gliitt's!

A layer of screen appeared in their mid. The appearance is only text, the thickness is similar to the cover or volume of the map, the edges are colorful textured. Read it there; INTERNAL.

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Otherwise? Asthma doesn't want you to misunderstand or anything.."

"mmm.. Amnesia is also a lazy plot. Elsidi in the room was enough in fact, Ma'am. Very thanks. Samein to Mbak Aas."

"We don't want to miss the development. Shouldn't be lusid, should it?"

The one asked was silent, already busy touching the fingertips. Looks like people are calculating multiplication, manuals without calculators with quick tricks.

"Previous password challenge. That's what Asthma is."

"Yup. Valid," said Marcel.

With a rifle on his back, Marcel looks like a mercenary, even enemies who know him call him Mercy rather than admit the hermit's bravery.

Marcel seemed familiar with the screen. Beres typed, he touched the airdrop in the ear with his finger. The thick line on the edge of the screen instantly thinned.

Marcel let the screen shrink. The tool in his ear immediately sucks the file until the layer darted, into the airdrop.

Zweett!

Shortly after entering, the output bubbles came out on Marcel's index finger who was placing his hand. "Plester" was immediately unfurled and finally Marcel was able to access or read the given file.

Zwiiit!

The requested video turns on automatically aka auto play.

"Kraach! Kraach..!" the bow-clad youth chewed on his food without caring that his chin had been soaked by blood, his feet immediately stomping on the head that his eyeballs had already lost.

Krakk!

"Do not care for the twenty, thirty warning.. Fuouh!"

The handsome archer spat in front of him. He still held a foot between the corpse and the 'food' he chose. Location with many parked buses, no other terminal a city.

"Cave of fear. Kalean pade mo datengin cave area? Dateng now! I wait! Not much b*cot lu pade.

The cave in power in the area of Pnin. If you do not come, take nih nomand cave.

Good ade, why the cave must eat in sono (You Forest). Heu..?"

"Lo's lucky Luna didn't come here" said the boy of his age, leaving his temple trampled.

The handsome guy again spoke seriously to take the timeline or food source. Then there was a long cry from the person he was stepping on.

Zwiiit!

Marcel immediately closed the screen.

"Who's the soloter, Ma'am?"

"Last of all, two hundred and thirty-one (X231)."

The city area was quiet and silent. Some buildings were damaged, cracked and covered in rubble. The streets near the shop were also in a mess with fringe tree leaves. Especially the location of the shop, which looked badly on the defenders demo, now mute no more activity.

This night one area on the External was successfully attacked and paralyzed.

At the abandoned station, defenders spread out to relax. It turns out the war is over. They joked with their respective squads while snacking on snacks. Ghost is in their midst and still looking around for the one who hasn't caught up in his innate snack, Ririn helps him find.

Jihan sits on the iron rail with Nina and four friends. They laugh at Nina's chicken who fails to peck at food because Jihan's hands are faster. Jihan screamed in shock as her other hand flapped Wallet's wings and immediately continued laughing.

Marcel and the Alpha team, aka the front lines, were busy chatting about the info the recluse had just received.

"She loves to eat in the terminal."

"Ck! Nih the petite elite of Two Hundred, napa banished gini. Was Durati Pusa (two thirty-one queens) told by her senior, Ma'am?"

"Senior Soloter who slaughtered the race of the Pnin."

Marcel was at a loss to listen to who among his seven interlocutors. He was handsome because there they were still commenting on the video.

Marcel kept listening in the moss that hit. Even though he only asked the name of a lusid, the victim who was persecuted by the handsome, they even fussed over the origin of the perpetrator. Marcel seemed at home made tangled like that, silently keeping his conclusion that they did not recognize the victim.

After all the silence and duration of the video runs out, no other files can be played, Marcel repeated his question.

"So anyone know the name of the victim?"

They shake their heads at the same time.

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