Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 6.1: The Battle of Life and Death

Fadil directly rolled his body behind his bed right after hearing the door break. So, when someone carrying a long barrel gun managed to break down the door of his room. He can't see Fadil.

Who her? Inner Fadil. Why did he bring a gun to this room? Fadil was pretty sure it meant bad. At least for him. He might be killed.

At first Fadil felt calm because the person did not know of his whereabouts. Unfortunately, that man is not stupid. He came in and made sure. Even had time to touch the mattress Fadil. Of course he felt the heat of Fadil's body being left behind. Fadil tried to calm down. But Fadil's former roll caused a tangle in the bedsheet and it showed his hiding place.

Slowly the unknown man approached Fadil's hiding place. "Is the occupant of this room armed?" His whisper through a radio tucked between his teeth.

"No. But, he's quite dangerous. Labih well, finish him off. We don't need a lot of sandra." The person hears through the earphon shaped like a hearing aid.

"Well, the order is understandable."

Fadil did not hear the man's words. All he could hear was an indistinct growl accompanied by approaching footsteps. What am I supposed to do? Inner Fadil is anxious. How's Rasya doing? A hero? The damar? No, it's not time to think about them. I have to live first.

"Lift hands!" The man's orders half-jolted.

Bugs!

Fadil butchered the stranger's feet. Make him fall. His gun fell a few feet away from them. Fadil directly overcame him. Now he could see the stranger was a young man. His age may not be too far from him. Her long hair was neatly arranged. He's wearing a black-black suit. Bulletproof tops and pockets full of ammunition. His hands were wrapped in gloves that had holes in each hole of his fingers. His shoes also look very hard. Whoever he is, he's definitely a bad guy. He's not a hotel guy

"Who are you?!" fadil half yelled.

"Acc ..." That guy jerked his body. Fadil's body was thrown into his bed.

Before the man grabbed his rifle, Fadil flicked the gun away. Instead, the man sent Fadil's punch crashing away. Not getting there, the man intended to step on him. Fadil rolled, dodging.

The young man who became his opponent was really tough. Fadil has not yet given an attack. He's not an ordinary man. But Fadil won't die at his hands.

Fadil took a vase of flowers. Throwed it. The young man avoided it easily. The flower vase was smashed into pieces to send the wall. But he really didn't expect the vase to hit his opponent. He only needed a moment's diversion to pick up the saddles that were not far from his place. When the young man realized Fadil's stratagem. He hit Fadil's body. For a moment they wrestled with each other and rolled over each other.

The young man grabbed his rifle. Unfortunately the rifle had a rope, and the rope was still in Fadil's hands. The young man weaved a knot to strangle Fadil's neck.

Fadil thrashed, trying to pull back. Unfortunately, he could not, both his hands were twisted. Tugging heats up. He's not getting air.

Cakes. Cakes. Cakes.

Fadil needs air, his head feels like it's going to explode. With the rest of his strength he pushed the young man backwards.

Bruk!

The young man's hand grip loosened after his body hit the bookshelf. Fadil thrashed harder. Undeterred.

"Generic ... Uhuk ...!" His nose tried to breathe a lot of air.

He still felt a strangulation around his neck. The young man was a real bastard, he thought.

Fadil kicked his opponent's body. Unfortunately, his leg was caught in the air. The young man pulled him. Then hit him with the gun handle hard.

Pulsed Fadil Head. His finger was fingering there. He could feel the warm liquid. Hmh! The young man was not messing with her. He had no intention of finishing her with bullets but with torture.

Fadil got up and hit him immediately until he hit the bookshelf again. Some books have fallen. Fall open on a page at random. The young man screamed. Fadil lifted his body, then slammed the body. Not enough, Fadil beat him unconscious.

Breathing gasps. This time he was fighting between life and death. Eh? Is he dead? Fadil was afraid that the person would actually die.

Fadil searched all the belongings the young man had. He used all the loot from her. Including some candy in one of his pockets. He even sucks one.

For the fainted young man's body, Fadil tied his hands and feet together and put them in the bathtub.

For his injuries, he didn't know what to do. He's gonna let the wound dry up. But, he took painkillers from the drugs given by the doctor yesterday.

Fadil immediately called Rasya, finding out what was going on.

Tut! Tut! Tut!

Rasya did not lift it. Fadil's getting worried. There are many important and powerful people here. Why did a terrorist come in? But, it seems like these terrorists are not ordinary terrorists. Fadil knew a little after the duel with one of them.

Fadil came out of his room. The dark immediately took him away. His eyes adjust. Just a little lighting there, that is, from every rental room. This is also from the moonlight. The entire rental room was open at the time.

"How, Gabriel? You finished him off?" ask someone through an aerphone that Fadil uses.

Fadil. The words of the person there convinced him that he really wanted to be killed. He must be very careful. The enemy's preparations are more mature.

Dor's!

Gunshot. Followed by lengushan paanjang a man. On the other hand, Fadil also heard a shrill cry that ended in a giggle. Fadil no longer asked, what is this? Everything is clear. Hastungkara Hotel was attacked by a large number of people.

The number of groans of pain, sobs, shouts, all mixed into one made Fadil's chest tight. He could not fight them all at once. He's alone at the moment. Oh yes, if he managed to find the group of Wira and Damar, he would be safe. But, for now he had to save the woman who wanted to kill herself first. Yes, if you want to save someone, that woman is what she will do. For some reason, he felt he had to save her.

Fadil walked down the aisle slowly. While his mind was glaring, remembering where the girl's room was.

"Please, No! No!" Fadil could hear Nina's voice loudly behind the door next to her. Fadil kicked the door open.

"Stop!" Fadil stood at the door like a hero.

The one who was going to finish off Nina was a woman. Raut Wajhn turned surprised when Fadil entered the room. His right position gripped Nina's neck found on the wall. Even the woman had raised him quite high. So that Nina's feet did not touch the floor until the distance of half a meter

Nina's face looked in pain. There was a lot of oxygen in his blood. Kakiny kicked into the air trying to hit the person who strangled him. But vain. The kick floated randomly. Even if it was about his opponent, of course his kick was weak.

The foreign woman took off her strangulation. Nina's body just fell down. He immediately coughed. Then, immediately inhale deeply.

How dare she approach Fadil. It was sad, thought the woman. Disparaging.

Fadil's styling his rifle. "Don't come any closer or I won't be afraid to finish you."

The woman who was also wearing the black-black suit stopped in place. Her tight clothes showed her every sexy curves.

Bruk!

The girl's reflex movements made Fadil's body fall. His gun was thrown away. Without waiting for a second, the woman turned her right hand.

"Acc ..." Fadil squealed in pain.

Fadil's back knee was kicked. Fadil fell to his knees. Then, the woman's burly arm pulled her neck back. Choked him. Shit, Inner Fadil. Body locked.

So strong. Can he get off?