Jams

the chapter up 52

"Gue. wanted. i. Ta. pi, Han," said Marcel after being laid down, letting Ririn busy shining down on the neck with a Snail-tool. "Gue. ma is angry. Bi. kin. konsen. pa. rah.."

"Elo over time left the body, Cell. And enter warning.. Let us continue your work now."

"Hhh.. Yes. ka. yak. war. ba. tin. I'm be. lum strong. nahan di. ri, Han. Elo. keliat.. lightly dim.. emo. si.."

"Time your heal.. We're just people trying to do khan again? God is still the same elo, same with us."

"A. min's.. I'm. to the orphanage. du. lu."

"Ready, Ndan. Let us stay here."

"Ma. en. lah ntar to. parlors.."

"I-iya." replied Jihan, still holding the hand of Girl World War 5. "More Sunday, yes, Cell.."

Marcel took a breath.

Jihan found her friend's eyes closed. Ririn held a blanket with a hermit logo onto the body of her people while telling Jihan about AP (astral projection).

The Pyjama girl looked at the Brother with concentration, because it turned out that astralers were familiar with matter X, ascetics and dreamers both inhabited xmatter, their raw materials. Their spirit does not reside in the body of the atom.

"You don't have to worry, he's fine. Let Brother take care of it."

"Qorin also said, the stock cannot be added or transferred here. Don't know napa, he's not clear other than.."

"Outside this base time you should also be careful, dear. Brother doesn't quite understand your body construction. Lusid took more xmatter."

"Yes Brother. Jihan wants to fuck around now."

The blanket in front of Jihan casts a mirage. Ririn peeked at the air with a luv, innate in her waist bag.

Jihan hung her palm near the surface of the 'corpse' covering cloth, previously wrinkled forehead felt strange over the aura of the fabric, Jihan make sure the temperature is with her hands only.

"Kok anget gini huh Brother?"

"There's been a cell update. Interaction," Ririn replied with a smile. "By the way. You're exactly Zihan, Giz. Careful eyes."

Jihan smiled back. "The heir to DNA is our mistress Ling Ling.. His face is Mama."

"Mama what is our friend?" ririn asked leaving Jihan and the patient, into the barracks. "You're a little fierce, you said make people ngakak."

Jihan followed Ririn in the back. Inside the tent, he found Diandra was cleaning bottles and medicine from the package box to the closet.

"Umm. He said, Brother."

"No, I don't want to continue reading. Let you guys brief here. You may not feel at home if someone is talking around you. So just stay outside, take care of the patient."

Jihan shrugged two shoulders, assented but confused, only to be able to get over when Ririn came out carrying a book and a folding chair. "Hu-um. no comment."

"Are you ready khan?" ask Diandra.

"Hhh, yes. Ready. Blood nukahin, hinga. I think it's ready to be shunned by Nay."

"He loves you more than I do. The focus is on Riko doang."

"Darling." hang Jihan, be quiet for a moment. "He's in sono. Continues to.. Welcome me already I'm like a machete. He is not clearly angry. Closed myself to me like that."

"Please, trust me. Nay did not want to show it other than through Nutrition. Hey Han.. by the way, whose archives are you trying?" diandra asked, her finger tapped onto the cloth, turning the topic to the plastic window on the barracks wall. "Nay often nanyain tidings lo to mbak Gizi. Here's proof, the communication of our jins."

Jihan turned to find the window of the tent, the archive there showing Dian's paradox in front of Nay.

"Why is the face different from Elo?"

"Lo thinks, only our spirits can stay xmatter? The body is just a mask, it's just a doll in the hall of the Pregister, Han. He's taking his killer again, it's natural Nay ati-ati."

Girl Pajamas silent no comment. He observed the Diandra Berkening Bracelet carrying a screen photographing Jihan, Deti, and Prita. Paradok Dian showed Nay something.

"Gue just knew the finger of the cinema projector," commented Jihan on her hand that still shone on the plastic barracks.

"Gue told Nay, it was just my dream, not the time. The information he saw was still wallahualam. Nay insisted he didn't know what dreams were. Make her my dream real."

"Zoom in Saturn's Dian, Rin. Where do I get data from? Screaming recklessly."

Gwii.itt!

The object that Paradok held was raised in appearance, the image was blurry. After being covered with rainbow color spots, the photo looks to update its pixels. The three faces there are indeed near C3, aka on chatting to the hangar.

"Nay abisin paradoxically. Infonya to me, here's a portrait of Deti's jeans. Abis that Nay gelud the same paradox elo, angry because late ngamanin, the screen was destroyed. Battle Nay's history is erased. But the important thing is that Nay survived. Strange khan, war paradox due to side problems. Lo again chasing my paradox, only the first Nay. What is there to try? It must be very important for the paradox lo, Han.." said Diandra with an anxious face, two hands folded in the chest.

"Jins si Deti maen sharing. Deti still have his ori tapes?" ask Jihan after commenting. "So he's got, automatic soulator I've got too. But it's been stored on the server fitting Qorin to Hisend."

"Tetep mbak Nizi is still wanted. Paradok you already know, he failed to track his release. He's turning his wrath on the mother."

"Where are you from?"

"Paradok does not want to appear, but elo has come. And. also Paradok lo nih, tau-tau has led another next-time paradox. He did not use bratle anymore, plus you have the talent of intel and provocative like until Paradok lo nih diem, but gold, developed spontaneously. He brought his men first who maen."

Diandra touched the fingertips, Jihan did not speak, waiting for the report, because it seems Dian has not finished delivering all.

Kwii.coe..! The screen changed into a portrait that showed Jehan Berdahi Bracelet carrying a Dragon Ball in the armpit.

"Oh..?" confused Jihan while looking at the hand, felt something of her ring finger. "Lo hacked my ring Yan?"

"The leader paradox. Release, mutusin themselves bring Riko's soulator which contains a history of Lectrin," explained Diandra no matter the confusion of his friend.

Jihan looked at the window of the tent. He was in there looking at Prita and Deti. Not seen carrying a 'helm', but rather being handsome waist next door.

The helmet-sized clear ball is actually under the armpits of Paradok. The girl in a parachute jacket was drifting away from Jihan, her head was wrapped in a red thread. While Jihan who was dumb still circled Epsi in the abdomen.

"Gue klepto as well huh, Yan. Release is given orders."

"Gue also did not know, what was in the mind of the other Diandra. Nay said to be pitied, so the Dian gave important info; your photo is on C3. This one is not my archive, but the results of the camera. Paradok you don't realize if he's recorded again mbak Nizi."

"He carries a lot of Lectrin's history, containing all the events in this wild time-line. I call this chick the Jilect."

"Lo's not so ugly, Han. Tiger to me, sweet and beautiful."

"Jii. lect," repeated Jihan, spelling the word by pulling the lips to adjust the speech. "Oh. budeg also lo."

Jihan scratching.

"Bolot continues his briefing. Elo nerusin the throne of Lectrin in this century. I'm from the courthouse. Why is the trial so bad? Yes, because Hanpar (Jihan Paradok) came to recruit Lectrin. Marcel was confused when he wanted to stop because he thought he was elo. Luna who knew better, immediately intervened to secure the space and its contents. Lectrin committed suicide.."

Taph! Taph..! Touch Diandra, his thumb twitching the other two fingers, he turned the incident in the courtroom.

"Inter-matt's radiation, the internet's of the century."

The bule people, the trial audience, the judge team, the UNO soldiers, the confusion. The situation is tense discussing Indonesia, because the status of the accused is WNI, Paraji appears to be a new terror.

Paradok took off Lectrin's handcuffs and gave Marcel's rifle to the defendant.

"A mela wa mi FinCut. Ga rah it rer sing perti ga ni!" lectrin said while blocking Marcel's neck with cubit, the other hand pointed Arc to Marcel's temple.

I did it all for FinalCutter. The girl was just a foreign explorer like this girl

"Dissolve!" yelled Paradok, the dust on the ceiling of the building fell, the glass broke including the camera lens, they simultaneously ducked, hiding to hear the angry Goddess Khayangan.

Dzying! Dzying..! The secret agent shoots Paradok, he ignores with a gesture Luna gives next to him.

YO!! The laser bounces off the roof once.

Jeguurh!!

The ruins of the building hit the chairs of the room occupied by many representatives of countries in the world. For the sake of their lives, Luna moved quickly ahead of gravity.

Paradok distracts and finds Al Hood. The two immediately fought fiercely in the courtroom. Luna first fell to the floor, before long the opponent was avenged. Paradok fell to the judge's table, in front of Lectrin.

Jdass! Krraatths!

Marcel suddenly closed his eyes. Blood was splashed near his head. The hostage ended his life, Lectrin's body instantly collapsing to the side.

Seeing Lectrin die, because Paradok was confused about the action. He rose blood like shame. Marcel was the main target, telekinetic until the victim directly hit the pillar.

Shuut!! Brugh!!

Krakh!! Cracked ceiling, one brace uprooted.

Soon Paradok moved his hand again where the other pillars that were still intact cracked simultaneously.

Krrkh!!

Krrkh..!!

Grrtakhs! Kraa. aakh!

Video footage swayed, the cameraman brought his work tool to safety, so the ongoing show suddenly went out.

"Yes Allah.. What the hell am I?" seagrass Jihan, letting the impressions miss the signal, leans limply to the tent blanch.

"The Creation of God, Han. God's creatures aren't just rainbows? It's beautiful too."

"Gue's late yet huh, so rainbow?"

"OK spirit. Hanpar keeps running away at TKP via the portal while Al Hood is busy. Marcel's weekly tracks him down, but doesn't see him. He insisted on traveling to Jateng sono, a month stray in the wilderness. Luckily, Elo came from base time, before Marcel strayed further. It could be that Paradok is still overseas.

Since Hanpar's attack on MI, World War 6 issues have been broadcast on many television stations here and there. The world's focus is on ticking red NKRI."

Diandra touched his finger again.

While Jihan massages the eel. "A century here equals seven days in base time. I felt like three hours. In this century, Indonesia has been cursed by the world."

Gwii.coiit! The screen changed to a top-secret image again, a photo of a cave.

"MccWells. The nest I talked about. Trus is also the location of mutants and zombies. This young woman is their queen."

Taph! Taph!

The image was enlarged, focusing on the face of the girl who was talking to Paradok. Filmed near the mouth of the cave are Marcel and Jihan. The two shook hands, exchanging troops and guards.

"Whose documentation is it? Do you have elo?" jihan asked, dizzy in his head slightly lightened.

"Not Han. Marcel dapet from a stranger. They met together in pursuit of mutant. Marcel was entrusted with this archive as well as the mysterious boy.

Marcel again guerrilla nyari people who are still safe, because the square has been slaughtered and.."

Taps! Taps!

From the cave image, so portrait of a place with a high fence that has collapsed, barracks burned, front posts inhabited many body pieces.

"Inalillahi.." said Jihan staring at an impromptu screen aka window tent.

"Liat the corpse on the pole, he's one of the victims telkin (telekinetic), the perpetrator can be attacked from a distance. Some mutants have magic. But as far as it's only dapet mengeleparin his victims using tail twists. It's the Next-time Paradok that McWell brought."

Taps! Taps!

This time the picture shown Diandra was of the Mutant Queen strangling soldiers near the post. While some Jipar shoot, kick the tent, float in the air while putting their hands towards the fence, the telkin wears a headband.

The incident in the Square is immortalized when there is an explosion, a sign of an attack or action that is ongoing.

"perfect illustration. I think experts have taken photos in hiding places," said Jihan, immediately understand the discussion or theme of the briefing. "Who is he? Hobby of the motto of war."

"Marcel believes him, because this guy knows Snail. He chased paradok. That's focus. It could be that the photographer is now ngintel elo Han."

"Umm, I can."

"I was cheated on by Marcel. The mysterious skill resembled a librarian. But I'm ricek, there's no longer a lusid here. He asked me to come down, asked to dissect the pendidisk."

"Agent is a stealth."

"Yes Han. If the agent is caught by the enemy, his life is lost.."

"What is my job to find him, to follow the Agent's mission?"

"No. It was taken by Prita like that. He hasn't told you about the search."

"okay.. I'm ready to sit on the bench."

"The mutant cave has been captured. Nina again at sono guard the location. Are you ready for example. ngng.."

"Protocols?"

"not yet. While waiting for Al Hood, this initiative is bait, let there be protocol."

"It's so rough."

"Hhhh!"

"Paradok is here at MI. If he's serious, he'll be here."

"OKAY. Where am I supposed to go now? Let him come."

Taps! Taps! Diandra showed the document again through the typing of his finger.

Twiits!!

Jihan looked at the screen. The picture there caught his attention because there was a message under the object. The girl who stood in the style of Batman is Paradok aka Hanpar. The text he was waiting for was Where Marcelina? it was quite large on the face of the building.

"Hour release him same clock leader. It could be waiting for Elo Han. Not a flash."

"Where is it? Anterin I went there. He's got an alesan what ruined the Square."

"Send that sentence to him. On our side, ask for protocol. On the enemy's side, ask him who told him Han."

"He's bales my revenge I think Yan."

"Means on the enemy's side.."

"Why choose Citymall? Isn't it my farm?"

"Our Citymall. I thought this place was reserved for guests. Ati-ati's.."

Diandra gave a glass the size of a business card. Jihan's confused.

"Deathflats? The lab khan has been destroyed just as I asked quickly," Jihan looked at the object in her hand, already seen the needle there.

"Mistake taro."

Taph! Jihan puts her Smoke Note on her left wrist.

Call the light coming.

The road. Love cool words to the enemy

Keep my friend from his vacum

The speck twinkled colourfully, the frequency at which it spoke.

"Ehh, there's Nay," said Jihan. "I'm looking for a machete."

The wuutts!! Jihan darted away leaving the barracks finished saying.

On the way, it was very dark. Jihan pierced through the trees without hesitation, the compass on her wrist indicating the direction to the scene, only that "light" was there.

Unfortunately, Jihan does not want to be called a demon.

As said, the virgin with the bandana in her head, still stands on top of Gotham's superhero building. Some halogen lamps are enough to illuminate the building.

Ckii. iit!! Jihan stopped near the crate-package-size generator of the port.

"Huh. Still.." look at Jihan to Paradok. ".. cool."

The person being commented back looked at Jihan with a slight surprise. The tip of the bandana that tied his head fluttered, while the fan beside him was ignored. "Hhh! Really come."

Jihan was tying her long hair with rubber while continuing to watch Paradok. "Where's the fan from? The wind passes by."

"What's he doing..? Relax right," muttered Paradok at the object he was looking at.

The set! Paradok jumped out of the electric fan.

Brugh..!!

Paradok squatted when landing in front of his guests who were still busy cleaning their hair. Slowly he stood with a serious look.

"Give me your hand" asked Paradok coldly.

"Nthar. I'm still dancing, let the eyes not disturb fitting by one."

"My master said about you. It turns out you really did visit" Bandana said. "Show your hand, Jihan."

Jihan stopped her activities, silently not answering.

"We want your driver. You can join with us," continued Bandana, invites Jihan to join his group.

The set!

Gliitt!!

Paradok nudged his hands to his face, protecting his two eyes from the impromptu glare that emanated from the front. He peeked out from behind his arm, finding the guest shone a layer of transparent screen.

"Same tube killer group?" tanya Jihan showed me a photo of the Square being flattened and blown up. "What do you say, Batgirl? I'm afraid of gini relapse."

Gliitt's..! Batgirl blinked two eyes until a translucent flat monitor appeared, not to be outdone for documentation.

Jihan sees Minion 41 being attacked by the hooded girl; Luna. The screen then shifted, imbued Paradok.

The glit! Jihan turn off her archive screen. "Heh, what do you mean? He's a natural slaughter. They're meddling in his business!"

"Anything?"

"Lectrin group nyemarin good name country. Your own leaders are hot on the demands of the world to NKRI read at length.

The Fucking Lectrin must be a match. Do you think Luna maen judges herself?"

Gliitt's..! The screen changed another photo, one blink Bandana, the archive showed a photo of Marcel in the McWell cave.

On the screen, Marcel appears busy fighting with his DNA-mutants. There are nine different types of mutations (tails) that are all Marcel-faced in the archive.

Gliitt's! The photo is flickered again, showing a samurai girl who was sticking a sword in the head of her victim.

Gliitt's!

The next frame, a photo of Marcel piercing the chest of DNA as the victim swung the claw in the back.

Gliitt's!

Marcel was in the middle of the sword upper cut until the victim's body appeared to be imprinted in a vertical incision.

Gliitt's! Gliitt's..! The screen changed again and approached Jihan.

"Now what the hell, he meant to come for a hostage release from the Minions.. Mmpp!!"

In the archives listened to, Jihan had seen people being locked in a room on the cave wall, but so solemn, suddenly the screen became plastic and wrapped the head.

Jihan was a bit backwards pushed due to the shock of her suddenly blocked breath. "Yhhhh!! Hhmm!!"

Brugh! Jihan's back hit the ground.

So bad, Jihan fell down.

Bandana cheered a cold smile to see his victims busy clawing their faces. The sight was common for him because the discussion was part of the trick.

In the face of threats, Bandana seemed to no longer hesitate. Let him Jihan flounder exactly the claustrophobic fish on land.

Set..

Bandana's eyes widened somewhat realizing the movement coming from behind. Sure enough, an arm wrapped in pajamas was speeding next to the ear when he managed to dodge by tilting his head.

Bugh..

It turned out that there was still an invisible follow-up attack, until the sound was heard, hitting Bandana's back. Liur floated slowly as a spark in the slow motion that took place.

"Akk.."

Alebrugh!! Bandana who was smiling, suddenly collapsed forward.

Jihan let Bandana fall on her shadow. "Yellow.."

"What the f*ck..!!" as for Bandana, realizing that the object he overcame was only a hologram, the illusion had now evaporated into thin smoke when he broke.

"Next, don't worry. Target lo Qorin, destination ba-den (revenge) because Marcel killed temen lo. The third one, take me to work with you. Slow. Talk first.."

"Shut up!"

"Well.. It's even khan pas elo so late?"

"Armgh!"

The set! Bandana's feet drifted towards Jihan's cheeks.

Takhs! The target parried with his hand, making Bandana fall again.

A gebrugh!

It turned out that Bandana failed to stand when she was together with the attack, Jihan was faster than him, not as half as expected.

"Be careful," said Jihan showing her five fingers, raising her right hand near the ear. "Hi, Pretty!"

"Ergh!! Quiet down!"

Guu. lii.. Appearing unique tools in the palm of Bandana began from a circle that orbits the existence of the object.

Jihan frowned seeing the beginning of the vactube directly, a ghost-protocol aka magic in the middle of nowhere. There was a circle that had been found in his eyes, a flash immediately lost changing strange stationery.

Whshh!!

Bandana shook her hand as soon as Jihan approved her request, immediately throwing the object at the target.

Yet..

The set! Taph! Jihan caught the vactube that Bandana threw.

"Magic.." looked at Jihan to the two-lamp pointed stem she quickly caught. "..lo samantha. It's a vacum similar to the one I'm imagining, njir."

Gliit!

'The alien 'Pulpen' suddenly appeared on Jihan's right palm, in the middle of the bar was a pimple-sized mini-lamp, while the vacum on her left hand was two grains.

"Hhhhhhh.. Nutritional! Leave your accompaniment. Most of them are making it up. Hhh.. Delete that driver!"

"Aarrgh!" erang Jihan, no attack, no wind, Bandana confused him. "Don't imitate my nutrition! Puebi him, Bekeul! By the way, take me-elo..! Erg!!"

Krakk! Drakh..!!

Jihan squeezed the vacum in her hand simultaneously. Bandana was wide-eyed to see it, the face changed, carried away in anger.

The two Jehan became fierce, knocking their jaws together, tightening the veins.

Shuut!! Bandana jumps into Jihan's body.

Gubragh!!

Bukh!! Bukh..! Bandana immediately hit Jihan's eyes repeatedly while folding two knees near the victim's chest.

Bukh!

Bukh!!

Bukh!!!

In the darkness of a building not far from the scene.

"Two Guan Xiao Tong started bleeding," said spectator A, peering through the Arc Electric scope. "Funny to meet funny."

"The girl is easily familiar with the enemy as well, like his queen," commented audience B who still stared at the Citymall field.

"Which is better?"

"He aja. In whois?nya already kecatet status hard-element ever maximal he steering," replied audience B about soulator-rough.

"Why do you call him Jimi?"

"Minion Rihanna. He spewed me into a passatin."

Because it was dark, they only had a small part of their face. But the rifle the other man held was exactly Marcel's weapon.