Beautiful Fugitive

Chapter 3# SSA Rescue Operations

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Full moon held by a weapon, swiftly slammed his body to the side and fell on the trash can. Jackets ojol part of the left arm, torn hit by a series of bullets that turned out the weapon the opponent has a silencer so as not to horrendous people around. And the darkness of the Full Moon, directly taken OB to escape.

"Damn...!" erang Purnama wrathful. When he wanted to chase her suddenly his special unit earphone rang. "Ama, hurry and find the bomb! Don't be the ojol!"

"Ck, you think I'm ngojek again? I'm already in place. Not easy to find in a large area and 29-storey building, huu? Give me more accurate info and lower the order to vacate the building, fool!" No matter the high rank of the woman named Simi who was giving instructions from the center, Purnama only said according to his frustration.

"Even the center is uncertain, is there really a bomb there or is it just an empty report? In essence, the center gets a mysterious report and we don't want to rashly empty the building without any certainty of the bomb, it's the same as dropping our pride as SSA if the bomb we predicted exists, zonk. SSA will be eliminated if it makes the hoopla inaccurate. Remember Purnama, we've already got a warning letter."

Ama hissed resentfully about the woman's explanatory sentence from the center. It could be that his boss is still thinking about SSA's self-esteem rather than the lives of people who have no idea how many souls are in this building. If there is really an explosion that was handled late by his team, then SSA must also be blamed by the higher ups.

"Simi and the whole team, listen to me..." Ama changed the call from a private conversation with Simi to a group call, so the team in charge heard her sentence this time. Not to forget, his eyes continued to be observant to pay attention to objects around while walking casually without leaving the suspicion of people he passed on the inner one floor, more precisely in front of the outdoor food court kiosk.

"I was almost shot by a mysterious person disguised as an OB when I called out the word 'bomb'. And isn't that enough of a sign of danger in this building? I wanted to go after him, but he was very quick and I think finding the bomb was more important for the lives of innocent people. Ah, Simi, especially for you, as well as we work, then it is not SSA who gets the credit, but the highest police. We work only shadow cops, remember?"

Simi nodded behind the scenes. He also now sees the front area of Purnama, because the girl already wears glasses that have been specially designed to have a small hidden camera.

" Well, I'll get the police to move to vacate the building. You guys in the field, please keep working together."

"Don't be long!" Purnama smiled faintly hearing Simi's decision.

After that, he looked around again. Because considering that she did not have a mask to cover her face, Ama who saw there was a helmet lying near a large pot in front of a Chinese cooking stall, pulled it and put it on directly. May the owner not see, his mind is aware that he is stealing.

"Are there any important people who live in this apartment, like an office or something?"

Ama heard one of her team moving on the floor of the apartment hallway, asking so.

"I don't know! The SSA stands not to keep people money-only, but to protect everything!" Answer Simi. So Ama remembered Abian, thought the man lived on what floor? Should he help the man if Abian gets caught in the bomb. Ah, just let him die, so that he is free without being threatened again to be a child factory for the man's tadpole.

"Ah, no no. Everything must be helped" tepis Ama will be her inner voice wrestling inside.

"What, Ama? Any issues?" It turned out that Simi and his team heard his dumelan sponge.

"Forget it!" exclaiming Ama while throwing her gaze towards the middle of the food court. There were many children celebrating their birthday party. His feet took the initiative to approach the event.

For a moment Ama thought in between her slow steps and remembered the OB figure in disguise. "Shiiit.The sole of the rowdy OB shoe was, accidentally seen by me taped to a torn decoration crepe paper while running fast. Fixed, the bomb must be in the area of the boy's event in front of me," reported Ama confidently.

Quickly, all the teams on the field, running from their respective places to approach TKP position existence Purnama.

"Simi, where's the police?!" Ama asked annoyedly. His special bomb-tracking device, which he accidentally connected to his phone in his hand at this time, was tracking the bomb signal. But Simi's emissary hasn't come to vacate the building yet.

"I'll try calling again...!"

"Both together!" ketus Ama replied.

Right away, Purnama shouted loudly after the full face helmet he had stolen earlier, mounted neatly covering his entire face which was deliberately SSA team had to hide their identity. "HEAR ALL! QUICKLY GET OUT OF THIS BUILDING BECAUSE THERE IS AN ACTIVE BOOM. YEPAPOO...!"

"What the ****..!" Ama continued to curse roughly. Instead of going to hear his loud warning, everyone instead shook their eyes at him strangely. The little boys, even laughing who thought it was a clown helmeted. To make matters worse, some people even made videos of him.

" grim... You think I'm lying, huh? All right, accompany me here to defuse the bomb. If you're grilled, then feel it for yourself." So arrogant, Ama has time to bodo again to the people around her.

Well, the bomb signal gets stronger when the detection tool is directed to the gift pile. Purnama did not even care about the babble of the two parents of the birthday event owner, when his brash hands randomized the gift.

His team has come one by one. Followed there is a sound instruction from the center sound system information for a loud warning leaving the TKP. Only then people stirred at the footpontang panting out of the building in command of the police who were present helped evacuate the occupants of the building.

When Abian wanted to leave the food court area which happened to be still looking for Purnama, his legs suddenly stopped stepping. He saw a Purnama-like posture in one of the SSA team groups there.

"Is that really Purnama?" his murmuring was less certain as well because the person was covered in his face by a helmet.

"Sir, get out, it's dangerous here." One police officer stops Abian from approaching the SSA team. He had to swallow his curiosity because he was led away by the officer.

The extent of the apartment parking lot, now it is filled with a sea of people. Police lines have been installed here and there as a warning that no one should cross into the building. Fussy and noisy and curious, of course covered by the crowd including Abian who was still thought of by a figure that resembled the posture of Purnama.

Next to Abian, there was a mother who was watching the recording when Purnama warned people to leave.

"I'm sorry, I can have the video, '" Abian said. The woman of narrow descent agreed to Abian's wishes.

Back at Purnama and seven other trained SSAs. They were compact to look at each other when the active bomb five minutes away was clearly visible in plain sight.

"OK, relax. This is my favorite hottest chocolate." Full Moon rubbed her sweaty hands, preparing to work risking her life.