Jams

the chapter up 56

"Tau gini, I brought a snack on the boat desk," commented Jihan looking at the object. "River reptiles must be nih."

In the posts, then Jihan found herself and two young men, Prita and Bandana had gone to the apartment building escorted by the greeter.

"The smell makes a gini laper." - seagrass Jihan on the snake satay that is stared at.

"Bienvenue au poste du refuge, Mademoiselle."

welcome to the shelter post, Miss

"Ehh."

"Nous sommes des gardes. Bienvenues."

we are postal guards. Welcome

"Yeah. Smells good. So laper saw you burn."

"Bienvenue. Ne t'infecte pas."

- Welcome to. Don't get infected

"D-yes."

Jihan nodded without caring about the meaning of the youth. With his face still nervous, Jihan said goodbye to the two of them, because she saw, Prita was getting further and had entered the apartment building.

"Ka tu sa, le tang tu. It's not like it's a row," said the postman as he looked out with Jihan on the street, his hand pointing to the back of the body, towards the building's gaping lawang.

you go down, through the stone steps. We will continue to stand guard

"Yes." Yeah."

Arriving inside the building, Jihan found many French people wearing blankets and carrying torches. Some people look weird, some are horned, one-eyed, many-fingered, they have nothing to talk about but eating and walking, going up and down stairs.

Jihan finds Bandana coming after her. "Hurry along. What are you waiting for?"

No matter what place, the scenery was still so unfamiliar in Jihan's eyes. So he no longer linger confused there, in the midst of the sad people and the cork.

"They're waiting for us, Jihan."

"Yes," said Jihan, hurrying to step on the stairs, entering the basement area.

In the many file rooms, the wards of mutated people, near the officers, Bandana took the serum through a wormhole to treat McWell's poison that many residents of the underground, the serum photographed by dragonfly Prita for documentation.

Bandana gave a glass tube to the man in white after the bottle was photographed.

The doctor dripped black water, the serum they discussed, tested directly on the person lying in bed.

"Lo namain drug use title that is difficult for me to inget.

Gv675 B64-Mc.

And horrified his comment."

"What's a car plate, ma'am?" ask Jihan, connect the requested dialogue. " I want it anyway, rubbing pulse."

"What is the meaning of a name," restless Bandana, defended himself with the topic neutralizer.

"We call this the Irpon serum. Ir-pon, Water Ponari."

They discussed while waiting for the effects of the medicine whose name was still fussed. The patient is still asleep.

Other mutation sufferers are similarly comatose in their beds. The patients' DNA is like 'hacked', their consciousness temporarily lost. Prita brought Bandana here to investigate the abnormality 'blueprint' that exists, dismantle the DNA of the patient.

The grrrth!! Krtrf..

The scales on the patient's forehead begin to show symptoms. The victim complained quietly, but his hands looked still limp, seemed to want to massage his head, but void. The patient's hand fell off again as numb.

The man who was dripping the serum sighed, he gave the serum to his assistant. "Gardez ceci pour la production de masse. Donnez - le au pharmacien."

- Save this for mass production. Give it to the pharmacy

"Quel nom donnez-vous to medicament?" ask Prita, still do not agree with the name of the drug that resembles the scouring code.

what do you name this medicine?

"Pour apprecier le compounder, cela ne nous derangera pas," said the father of ber-id card spatialiste en gentique, he remained focused on attaching the bergarum tool to the hands of patients.

- To appreciate the maker, we won't bother about it

Jihan stared at the photo printed on the doctor's identity card. There is also the name and work of the person. "Dna Specialists. I'm a medical doctor."

"Ugh.." looked at the patient when he was awake. "Mon fils. mon fils."

"Hello. Welcome back," said Jihan when switching focus.

Prita elbowed Jihan, she looked at the judges, the agent's face was firm and sangar. Jihan just played her lips, giving her a soft expression. "Walong.wu!"

"Nous devons le voir dans ma chambre," said the doctor, leaving the place carrying the utensils in question.

we can see it in my chamber

The three guests followed the father, because there was already a nurse who came and gave the patient a glass, the part that takes care of medical health.

"Calmer," pinta si mbak nurse, help the patient hold the glass.

In the lab room of the expert, many electric generators. The sound and sound of the tank-machine did not interfere with the lab team's activities, Jihan saw that two doctor aides were kept busy peering at blood samples through a microscope, leaving Prita and Bandana busy with genetics seniors.

Tiddit-tiddit!

While observing the room, Jehan's ears caught the sound of an alarm. He looked at the wrist, there smoke-note added his red needle again.

"Hhh. I have a job too."

"My serum keeper. Qina and Qini," tell Bandana.

"For sure your men are still the ultimate. Hadeh, where in the village people, again. Yes already. Dozen work. I'll pull it up."

Without waiting for a response, Jihan walked out of the lab, came to the door, the neon tattoo on her hand detected two new paradoks, and she hurried past the Frenchmen who were joined in front of the lab room. His paradox may be barbaric again for their purposes, soon Jihan accelerated her footwork so up the stairs.

Jihan glimpsed, the mutation sufferers in the entrance hall are still safe, there is no panic. He is intrigued by his paradoxes, wondering if Qina and Qini are afraid of contracting until they choose to wait for him to come, in action outside the apartment.

"Gapain the hell on over here, if I become not calm gini," jihan grumbled. ".. about serum. They're not biting."

Outside the building, it turns out the place is deserted, there are no post guards.

Jihan immediately approached the post bonfire because there was a rifle lying there.

Dzying!

Jeguurh..!!

"Njrit.." startled Jihan, just walk a few sites, the ground was already imprinted crater when he managed to avoid gunfire. "Have they been shot?"

When sweeping the view around, Jihan's face turned serious, the shooter was unaccounted for, and remained focused on watching the direction of the shots.

When Jihan looked up..

Clik! The laser ignited, highlighting the middle of Jihan's eyebrows, aiming at the forehead.

"Gv675 B64-Mc. You didn't bring him Jihan. Then the four heads you really let go, broken," said the girl in white, in contrast to the thing in her hand, for it was not a lab tool, but a booty weapon, he also remained floating in the air.

Jihan raised her two hands, her handler had a red laser wrapped around her head. "Nih land people, if you really need a voucher.."

"Aaaa.. aaa!!"

The sentence stopped, Jihan heard the moaning of the man in pain, and the source of the voice seemed to come from the direction of the shelter building.

"We don't need to hear of a replacement for Sule like you. Bring me the Gv675 B64-McW if you want safety," she aimed at Jihan's ears with an Arc laser, not shifting again as her body was swinging about in the air.

"Hhh, read my back. If you want to shoot, please," handed Jihan, his intention was casually forced to be undone. "Gue's serious too."

"No more hesitation for you, Origins."

Dzying!!

Gcrraat!!

JGUR!! Jihan's head exploded after her ears were pierced by a white light.

Brugh..!! The bodies of the victims also collapsed to hit the ground of the park.

"And that's your reminder, Cheat," the shooter let a timid voice be heard underneath, ignoring the fight.

Dukh! Bukh!

The set! Djigh..!

The wuutts! Dziig-dziig!!

Bugh!!

Sree.. seett!

When the body began to smoke, Jihan's body was then lost with her uniform. Suddenly the former there rubbed the same body, to set a drag mark similar to the tire sign of a vehicle that was brake.

When stopped and lying down, Jihan jolted her two legs, she immediately stood up, stand up imitating Bruce Lee, then there was a shot coming at her, Jihan immediately dodged to the side.

Shuutt..!!

Jeguurh!!

Set..

Again Jihan was attacked, while her body was floating next to the fireworks, the other lab girl was waiting behind, then calmly, Jihan's back was blocked by fingers until penetrating to the bone.

Kraakk..

The opponent immediately pulled out the spine of his victim.

Ssrakh!!

Wwwuutt!! The explosion suddenly shrinks, void occurs.

Gbrugh..! Jihan's body fell motionless, her back split open, revealing fresh flesh and blood.

"No vibration."

The bone that was held was then thrown into Jihan's body.

A pruugh!

"No way. You don't know Origins."

"Qina. Never mind. I'm lazy to face the geeks. Let's just tell Qinetik. Let him take care of the water himself."

"That's a stupid choice. Let Qinetik focus on the homeland for the sake of astraler wahid. Don't make him mad at Qini Today."

"Didn't he want us to report as soon as possible?"

"Don't be stupid, my dear sister. When the fight is interrupted, when it's over, we'll be fucked."

"I want my Chiffon! For my fight with Origins if I meet him later."

"Focus on finding your sister's candidate. Or you fight Qinetik. I'll be loyal to you if he dies."

"You won't win with your moves. Kinetic radius reaches the distance. Forget your Chiffon."

"Your master pisses me off."

The set!!

Qina turned her head as her sister flashed. He found Qini strangling the post guard.

"Pharmacies! About sont-ils?!" yell Qini, to the point.

- Pharmacy! Where are they?!

"good. I like you Brother. Revoke his heart!"

"Je. ne dirai pas.."

- no. I said.."

There is a tool like a mic installed, the voice of the young man becomes louder, but now it is choked.

"Njir, don't mind, the hostages are smothered there. Kiraen screams patient."

"Alright, calm down in your new patriot realm," said Qini close his fingers, ready to use, the man he cheeked still standing with his hands tied behind his back.

The set! Jimb!

Krakh! The victim's ribs are broken. Qini's hand was so easily penetrated into the postman's chest.

"Aackh!!"

Srrat! His chest was scattered by fragments of lungs and red liquid as Qini pulled his hand again, confirming his brother's request.

Brugh!! Qini's body released.

"Give me your hand Qini," pinta Qina, peeking at her sister's fist through the scope bedil.

"Wait!" exciting Qini. "Hhhhhhhh... "

"Hey, why are you Qini?" qina asked, taking aim for the sake of her friend's disobedience. "I need to keep training your speed. Open your palm, Qini Today. What's up?"

"Hhh, hhh, I don't know," restless Qini, his hands seemed to shake holding a heart that was dangling by many vessels.

"Open your hand, I said. Hear you? That's the drop of blood you like the most."

"Hhhhhhhh! Quiet down!"

"...?!"

Qina was more confused with Qini's face, because her best friend suddenly broke out in sweat.

"Hiikkh..!! What happened with my hand.." sadly Qini cried. "Ohuh!! Huhu.."

Krie. ningg!!

"Yeah!!"

Qini was shocked until the thing he was holding fell down and rang.

Pluk!!

Ning! Ning! Ning! Ning!

Dzying! Dzying..!

Getrakkh!!

The alarm clock on the ground instantly broke into pieces.

"What the fuck..this?" the shooter asked, because his eyes found the real thing, not the flesh, the scattering scatter scattered, there was a charred battery left.

The binoculars were then directed at the corpse, the face of which he found was not a man, the corpse greeting through hand signals.

"Hi, Qina." said Jihan lying as she shook her hand, letting out the laser beam. "Lo nyilau-in."

"Hhh, hhh, hhh.. Origins.." said Qina, she suddenly gasped and her hands trembled at Jihan leisurely falling onto the body of her hostage.

Dzying! The craaattt!

Zwaatt..!!

Qina's body limply floated down.

Brugh!!

Qina fell with her head already covered in a helmet.

"Ehh."

Jihan looked next to her, there was another pair of legs, in the same shoes.

"Hhmpp!! Hmhp!"

"Jim, danger, he's asking for help, not a gini. There is no work." said Prita picking up a box of blangkar near the weker pieces.

"God.. Again," Kimpal Jihan with sleepy eyes.

Prita left the place, towards where Qina had fallen, unwilling to speak to her Jimi again.

"You get out of the way, Jihan, I gotta untie them."

"Hhh.." Jihan limp, already know the owner of the voice there. "You guys done it?"

"Hmm!!" the roar of the young man that Jihan overcame.

"Hurry along. They're so scared."

Jihan immediately stood up, ended her leisure activities, grumbled feeling disturbed. "Huh, give me your hand. Hostages are safe, they say critical."

The Casualty patted his war pants, Jihan also then tidied her hair. Unknown where the rubber band came from, he was biting her while busy so.

"Jihan, if you love your jeans, you should care about his natural situation. Because if this stage is destroyed, you'll never see yourself again" Bandana said, unbinding the postman's wrist.

"Hu-umm."

"Merci," said the guard.

- Thank you

While the other three were still massaging their bodies, there remained a confused leader looking for a rifle. Fortunately Prita had finished 'packing' Paradok, she came to defuse Arc to him.

"Merci."

"Nous devons nous diriger vers le sud-est maintenance."

we have to go south-east now

"Marcelina va Mlle?"

how is Marcelina?

"Pendant le traitement."

"Marcelina? Do you mean, does the person you ask wear a vest?" jihan asked, displaying a model of clothes, then his hand mimicked the action of Marcel taking a pill and grasping it.

"Yes, that's her!"

"Oh. Marcel is okay. Is awake."

"Nous voulons apprendre a l'utiliser de lui" said the young man as he lifted the Arc he was holding.

"Ehh, umm.." confused Jihan.

"What did he say to Rin?"

We want to learn to use this from him

"Translate, I'll tell Marcel."

je lui transmettrai

"Je lui transmettrai. I'll pass it on to him."

"Si!!" respectfully the postman, followed by his friends.

Jihan doesn't find Prita and Bandana, they've been far away from the post, walking in the direction of five o'clock.

"Okay. Go i. See all of you. Bye."

"By!" resolute leader post, gulp his body again.

".. I'm not sure my two followers understand. They want a fight."

Jihan who just taught the steps, also listened to the sentence Bandana.

"Gue can top it later. Don't worry. Blangkar box is just a scanner, not a memory tamper. Just increase the duration of fainting your subordinates, Qin," replied Prita.

"I know."

They began to walk through the city. Active lighting carried by dragonflies are still loyal to hover near the owner (Prita).

Jihan looked ignorant as she knew the core of the chatter of her two friends. His eyes would rather watch the place they were going through. Because it was dark, there were also fibrous plants everywhere, cars rusted, asphalt roads were cracked and grass. The sight reminded him of the siscon in his hometown when separated from Qorin, alone in the darkness.

"Paris gini very much. Were all killed, same Jilect?"

"Who do you mean?" ask Qinetik.

"One of you. Maybe boss elo, I could be the one who's laen, the cannibal version."

"There are traces of RPM in DNA. A sign from my Ruler. But the perimeter hasn't been considered, accurately."

"Gue doesn't bring a rapper" said Prita. "The gauge."

"My qorin cake, can't it?"

"It's not safe out here."

"So where do I measure RPM?"

"We're going to my lab, Jihan."

"Mr. gini. What's the place?"

"What's the laper?" serobot Price.

"Ouh. on eating first. Sure can. This is the true adventure dream."

"But the quantum world, again the data emergency, Jim. Seriously little, the driver lo until too busy."

"Yes. I know Ma'am. Just get in at ashar."

"Ntar. Paradok lo again hunted Melar Tail. Rapider in an hour at the earliest, there must be someone guarding the perimeter."

"Yes. Yeah..!"