Find Me in 1000 Years

Rescuer

"I? I'm staying near your circus, Ken's sister" Mira said from behind.

"What's? Oh, where is it? Why didn't you say?"

"This I said."

"It's not so .. ah! Yesterday 'I can play to your place, if near, '" the man regretted.

"Yes already. Tomorrow you can also play at my inn."

"OKs. Or you'll go to my circus, if there's no work. I'm morning rehearsal, night of attraction."

"Yes already."

The motor then stopped at a simple inn as per the girl's instructions.

"Oh, over here."

"Close to Ken's sister." Mira got off the bike.

"Tomorrow." The man sighed softly. "I'm getting used to the circus atmosphere. Am I just a circus boy?" He laughed.

"Either tomorrow. Which other world are you going to?" Mira hands over her helmet.

The man took it. "He, yeah. Yes already. I'll go home first." Ken turned on the motor and left the place. "Bye!"

"Bye!"

Only a few moments when the motor drove, he heard the sound of gunfire several times in a row. Although it was not loud, Ken was sure it was the sound of gunfire. He then turned off the engine and tried to pull over. The place is back. He tried to ascertain what he heard by looking for the direction of the source of the sound.

Not far away was a car parked on the side of the road. Slowly he crept while pushing his motorbike closer to the car. There was the sound of someone intimidating others in a mocking voice.

"Finally, your life just got here!"

"Who are you? Why do you want me dead." Screaming groans.

Ken approached and peeked. A man with a face mask was pointing his gun at a middle-aged man lying on the asphalt road of an alley.

"Mmh, do you remember the people you've punished?"

The Japanese man also saw everyone in the car dead. There were holes in the gunfire that penetrated the car in some places.

Do I help this guy?

"Actually who are you, say. So that I don't die in vain" the middle-aged man asked the masked gunman.

"I am ...."

There was a motorbike engine sound and when the shooting turned his head he was hit by the motorbike until it fell. "Aah!"

Ken with his motorbike approached the middle-aged man sitting on the street, and reached out. "Come on, get on, sir!"

The man pulled Ken's hand to quickly go up and piggyback on the Japanese man's back. When the motor rotates, the gunman stands up and is ready to shoot them both. "Leave him or you'll die too!"

"I don't know what happened but this old man is already injured, do you still want to kill him?" Ken had seen, the middle-aged man was injured in the thigh while riding his motorcycle.

"You don't know who he is, SO DON'T JUDGE ME!" sniffed the masked man. "Down him!"

Ken's speechless. He plays his motor grip.

"Leave him or I'll shoot you! Hear that! I don't hesitate to do it if you don't listen to my words. Don't regret it, I warned you!" yelled the masked man. He now pointed the muzzle of his gun at Ken's chest.

The middle-aged man glanced at the man in front of him with his bead of eyes. He was amazed because of the Japanese man's great guts.

Ken squinted his eyes. He concentrates. Bullets, please don't hit us. Immediately he ran his motorbike at high speed and hit the man then immediately fled the place.

The masked man was so shocked by the sudden attack that he fell down. He did not think the motorized man dared to attack with a motorbike after he bullied him. The man immediately stood up and chased while firing a bullet at the motor several times, but in vain because the motorized man managed to take his prey away. "Damn!" He threw his hand down.

The motor travels at high speed into the circus area. That's where Ken parked his bike and took the man to the dining table. Trudgingly, the middle-aged man walked with Ken's help and was seated in a chair.

The middle-aged man looked around. "You work in a circus?"

"Mmd? Oh yeah." oh yeah." Ken crouched down and looked at the wound on the man's thigh. "It should be treated immediately. How about going to the hospital?" He saw that the man was quite rich because he was wearing a full suit that looked expensive. "I can take you on a bike there."

"Oh, no need. I'm gonna have my men pick me up now. Thank you." Thank you." The bule man took out his HP. He called someone.

"But at least bandaged so that not much blood is wasted." Ken then took his clothes that were on the clothesline and tore them apart. He tied up while covering the scar on the man's leg.

"Ah, slow down, sick!" the bule man protest. Thankfully, he finished calling.

"Eh, sorry, sir."

"Yes, hurry up."

Ken tried to do it quickly. At that circus, there was no one because it was late at night. Everyone was in dreamland. Suddenly Bill's caravan door opened. The man came out because he heard the sound of people outside. He was waiting for Ken who had not yet returned. "Ken, are you home?"

The man saw Ken kneeling to a middle-aged man. "You have a guest?"

"Oh, he's just a minute" said the Japanese man standing up.

But how shocked Bill was when he saw who the man was. "Oh, you?"

"Sir know?" asked Ken who was surprised to see it.

"You know me?" The middle-aged man asked Bill.

Bill smiled mockingly. "You forgot about me? What kind of old man are you?"

Ken gawking. What's the matter?

"Oh yeah, you're getting old, and you don't remember your mistakes. Hmm! Not remembering doesn't mean your sins can just be blotted out!" ledek the coach.

What's this really about? Why are so many people hating him, the inner Japanese man.

The middle-aged man tried to pay close attention to Bill. Their facial scars are similar and equally bule. He tried to turn the clock around a few decades ago and then the circus. Her memory goes back to the figure of a beautiful woman who works in a circus. He doesn't remember the name of the circus but ....

"Are you Magdalene's son who tried to break into my house?"

"Curtain!" But the coach's eyeballs were immediately wet because they were glazed. "Why did you come here, mmh? Requesting protection?!" his taunts at the middle-aged man. "HONORABLE DON MILANO!"

There was the sound of the footsteps of some people who came to the place entering without permission. Men dressed in black suits.

At that very instant, the commotion at the dining table had awakened everyone. The caravan residents came out. They saw a crowd at the dining table.

"There's no need because right now I'm going to leave" the middle-aged man stood up leisurely. He looked at his subordinates. "Come, let's go. Oya, don't forget to take her!" He pointed towards Ken.

"What?" The Japanese man was surprised.