Let Me Remove Your Wounds, Mr. Mafia.

assault

Chapter 22. Assault

 

“You guys think you can party festively?” some people stormed Dellon's headquarters. While Dellon isn't he's out showing himself. He goes inside immediately. He's already prepared some snipers. And, also flip snipers that are no less riding. They hide behind the guests who come. While the snipers, scattered in every corner of his mansion. While Dion he saw the chaos that lay before his eyes. Instantly her memories begin to emerge about Adella. What if Adella was killed. It hurt her when she saw that reality. Dion closed his eyes. He moved his head slowly. He could not endure his excruciating pain.  Amera looked at Dion's behavior which looked a little strange to her. Amera scrunched her eyes. Observing the look on Dion's face that continues to fight his trauma.

It seems that Dion was very traumatized by the incident, Amera's guilt grew. He can't do anything anymore. The truth has happened. And it was he who killed his lover.

“And, Dion. The son of the mafia chairman who is currently still traumatized by the incident of his lover.” A man with a strong body. He walked while pointing his gun right at Dion's head. Dion closed his eyes. Both hands hold the head. And the body is a little down. Dion Berusha convinced him. He's fighting that trauma. But still can't.

“Do you want to follow your girlfriend?” asked the man with such a horrible smile. He had a murderous aura surrounding the man. He wanted to kill everyone who was there. Because no one carries a gun. Everything was silent, when all the mob forces from the East stormed Dellon's house. By pointing a gun at them all.

“This will be hell for all of you. No one can save you guys,” the man's laughter was very loud. He was so arrogant in saying that. Without knowing who they are dealing with. Everything was arranged by Delmon.

Delmon is notorious for being a very sadistic and terrible mob boss. He even has a clever mind in not attacking. Even he had no problem at all killing anyone who did not agree with his thoughts. Dion did not even dare to oppose it. It's just about Adella, Dion's parents agree. Just because Afella is also the son of the head of the mafia in the West, but she is very quiet and unlike her other brothers. Continuing the trail of his father becoming a member of the mafia.

Amera who had just seen the incident. He also did not want Dion to be killed in front of him. Amera with full of confidence. Without any fear of who is facing him. He stepped closer, pulling the corner of his thin lips.

“Why are you so sombonya? You are not God who determines the life of a person. Do not be too arrogant with a speech that can turn on your own air,” Amera walk closer. The man also pointed a gun at him. He remains undaunted though. The steps are getting more certain. His eyes were also straight forward.

“Don't come any closer, or I'll also kill you here, beautiful woman.” The man, tinkering with his gun. Prepare to shoot. But Amera is not afraid. With the speed of a lightning-fast hand he grabbed the hand of the man in front of him. Twisting his hand, hitting into a man's wrist, twisting his wrist, as if intentionally wanting to break that wrist. Slowly the weapon began to fall from his hands.

Amera is a kungfu. He purposely did it to teach a lesson to someone who tried to annoy him. Amera kicked the belly of the man in front of her. Until it bounced far back. The man's back hit the white wall very hard. He looks like he's whimpering in pain. While holding his stomach. The man stared intently at Amera. He tried to stand up.

“You think you can win without a gun?” ask the man. He didn't even give up at all. Dion who had just regained consciousness from that trauma. He tried to raise his head. Both of his eyes were fixed on Amera. He did not expect Amera. When his mind is fulfilled with Adella. In his little brain. Dion also began to think about who Amera really was? Why is that woman a martial arts pro. And, even he understood the situation around him.

“Download your weapons, you don't know if you're also surrounded here.” Both eyes of Amera go around. He was observing his surroundings. And, sure enough. Slowly the mafia gangs that Delmon had gathered began to walk in and assault some of the people inside using guns.

“You think you've won. You don't know who you're dealing with.” Bella kicks the weapon up, she catches the weapon with her right hand. Rotating the weapon on his index finger while walking closer to the person who challenged Amera earlier. Amera stopped the round of her weapon, with a sharp eye, Amera pointed the weapon right at the forehead of the man in front of her.

“Don't think I'm a weak woman you can kill. I can do whatever I do. I can also kill you.” Amera pulled the corner of her lips cynically. The look on Amera's face turned into a demonic woman who wanted to kill her enemy.

“Who are you really?” the man asked, still holding his stomach. With a little body. The hard kick was still painful in his stomach.

“No need to know who I am, I am not of you. You guys take it easy,” said Amera.

“Now, Pull your troops back. Or, I will use the power of the mob led by Delmon against you. Send you to hell. Like what you said earlier,” Say Amera.

“Alright, I'll pull back everything. Remember, I will not remain silent. I'll come back in a much more cunning way than usual.” The man was still full of confidence and said his arrogant words.

“Alright, then. I'll keep everything. I can't stay here. I'll also make sure you can all die here.”

“Dan, for you. I'm gonna find out who you really are. I'll take your identity off. And, you'll seduce me. Begging me to keep it a secret.” Threaten the man.

“Please, if you can.” Challenge Amera. Pulling the corner of his lips cynically.

Amera was silent for a moment, she stared at the tattoo on the man's hand. She had seen one of her brother's photos with a man who was wearing the exact same tattoo as her. Amera narrowed her eyes. He was eager to walk closer towards the man trying to be sure. But everything is free. He can't do that at Delmon's house. He was afraid that he would be accused of conspiring with him. “But who is that man? What's the connection with my brother? Is he his friend?”