Beware Of Mr. Amnesiacs

One : The beginning

Dallas, US

23.00 PM

A white sports car that has been modified in such a way that it drove on the streets of Dallas Peak, right on the side of the mountain peak in the sneffes range.

Behind it there are two sportscars with different colors that chase at no less high speed. The figure who was in the white car showed a faint smile when he saw one of the yellow cars will race his car.

Arshia Clarikson's. The figure in the car immediately slammed the steering wheel to the right, closing the road that will be traversed by the yellow car.

“Shit” umpat Evan, the man stepped on the brake spontaneously

“You're too rash, Evan” Jacob said

“Nice try, lil boy." Shia continued with her small stiffness. The girl looked at the car glass. Glanced at the glance of the yellow car that was now back on the road approaching him.

“Awas only you Shia!” evan was upset.

As soon as it approaches the bend. Shia put the car into gear one. His feet stepped on the clutch fully and tightened the engine. After raising the RPM to 5000, Shia released the brakes on her hands causing the rear wheels of the car to spin very quickly. When Shia released her clutch the white car was immediately filled with smoke before finally stopping to turn.

Shia got out of her car by letting go of hands-free on her ear. He lightly approached Evan, who was upset in front of his car.

“How?” Shia asked with a thin smile and next to the raised eyebrows

“I admit defeat” replied Evan. The big-haired man reopened his car. Take a small suitcase and take it out.

“According to the deal, 1 Million dollar” continued Evan while handing the suitcase to Shia.

“Thank you.”

“I will beat you next time” said Evan determined.

Shia grinned thinly, this has been the 6th time the man always lost if racing with him and has millions of dollars as well as losses experienced by the man because of the bets they made.

“Good. Good luck in our seventh duel.”

“So, is it over as usual?” Jacob asked, leaning his body against the car door. Jacob did not participate in the race, he participated only as a referee so that the race they did proved ‘clean’.

Evan grunts annoyed “This is all your fault, you said he would lose if it was on the new route.”

“I just said he might 'not be used to the new route' doesn't mean he lost” Reply Jacob as he raises his shoulder and sticks towards Shia

“I didn't expect you guys to think that. Maybe I was born to be a winner” Jacob smiled slanted, Evan clucked. Both of them could not deny what Shia said.

“But, only this time I know that in Dallas Peak there is a drift.” track He continued while looking at the trees that filled the side of the sloping mountains.

“Some years ago this place is quite famous. Not as a drift trajectory, but as a path because many tourists who come here, but because of frequent landslides this path is closed” explained Jacob. Shia nodded her head in a sign of what Jacob was saying.

“We call it the Greenhills mountains because this place is full of trees unlike the northern part which is covered with snow" Jacob continued

“Really? Maybe I'll drive around for a while before I get back. It's a pity if I go straight home without exploring new territory" Jacob just laughed amusedly, Shia spoke as he stepped into the car, "See you" Shia opened the windshield and waved briefly after the girl called her car around the route she had just traveled.

On the other hand there appeared a man in a white shirt standing in front of a steep looking ravine. Behind him were seven men in uniform who were chasing him.

“Try to catch me, huh" The man who was the object of the chase stood firmly, ignoring the pain on his body from the impact of the plane crash in the mountains, as if it was a normal thing for him.

His right hand held a Desert Eagle gun pointed forward, ready to aim at his opponent.

“AKHH”

A precise shot hit the heart of one of the brown-haired men followed the ringing in pain until the victim immediately fell lifeless. Not because of the bullets lodged in his heart but because there was poison in the bullets fired that made him immediately die in seconds.

Sneaky look on the handsome face of the shooter. He looked at the group of men who now numbered 6 people in front of him. The boss of the cabal seemed to attract the man's attention.

“I can't believe that Frank led you”The man spoke coldly but there was a small tone tucked in his words

“At first I was suspicious why my private jet could land so smoothly here. Turns out you've made a good scenario for my death.Yes” The man nods his head. The gun in his right hand he played casually.

“While it can be done quickly, but why did you choose such a troublesome plan Frank?" continued

Frank tightens his jaw to hold back the upset over the disparaging remarks thrown by ‘his former master’.

“There are last words, sir?” frank said, his right hand pointing the gun at the man. The man smiled obliquely as he looked at Frank's trembling hand as he brandished a gun at him.

“Now, I wonder if you guys are able to kill me?” asked the man with a small puck. That of course made the six men in front of him inflamed, until they all pointed a gun at the man.

“Wow, You guys are so brutal yaa”

DOR

A bullet went through the man's stomach. The burning sensation of solid lead penetrating his skin made him grimace, his left hand touching the part of his stomach that was shot. His white shirt was now stained with a very noticeable blood red. He looked back and then jumped, letting his body roll in an indeterminate direction. Until the man's consciousness disappeared when his body lost a lot of blood.

“Stupid, why did you shoot him?!" angry Frank at his men who just shot.

With a quick step Frank approached towards the fall of the ‘former tuan’ who is now no longer visible raga.

“Now how do we bring his body alive to the second young master" Frank continued in annoyance.

The man who shot him lowered his head, as he saw the flow of blood from one of his comrades who had been shot dead.

“Boss, what if we use Ed's corpse as evidences” he said.

Frank frowned confusedly, obviously Ed's body with his ‘former master’ is different. How could he trick the second young master with that.

“We can blow it up, let's just say the first young master got stuck in a plane that crashed and exploded” another said

“Good idea” replied frank with his satisfied smile.

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Hello readers so this is my first story. Honestly I really want to up this story but on the one hand I also need a response to the story I made so I hope you can give me input as a reader so that I as a writer, you can grow.

hope you all like this story yaa🥰

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