Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 24-2] Don't Blame Me Anyway!

It all happened so quickly, and it was so complicated to tell in detail, especially if only from my point of view. But, that's how it is. How else would you like?

Like it, I'll start.

Started when I was still worried, and tried hard to hold back Margo congor, so as not to say the last number, as a sign of the start of the shootout.

However, it was useless as well, right, to continue being detained. Surely a blast of gunpowder bullets will occur, if Juan has exhausted his patience. Also, Margo's hand has almost reached the limit of endurance.

With a dry esophagus and quivering lips, I began to pronounce the fateful number. "Ti ...."

By then, Juan had made a choice, pointing his target at my forehead. And, in that instant, a thunderous explosion sounded.

It wasn't my revolver, or Juan's rifle - which I couldn't name a brand, for fear of Copyright - but it came from the sea across from us. Throwing hard objects that hit the wooden barrel, and scattering millions of tiny grains of objects in it - coarse salt flakes.

Therefore, we-I and Juan-pental were hit hard by the impact wave. A lump in the air, until it finally fell thumping, in a helpless lying position.

Indeed I survived, from being a victim of Juan's lead gun. But, with the whole body screaming in pain. My eyes twitched, and without needing to be explained again, blood gushed profusely flowing from the wounds on the body.

Don't know what's going on. My head is twisting and nausea. The result of the combination of a loud bang - who knew what it was - followed the pungent smell of carnation. The smell of blood coming out of both nostrils.

With only half of my consciousness left, I heard another loud bang, followed by another thunder that shook the ground. This time plus the sound of a loud rapids. Like there are millions of liters of water, crashing with the waves.

I finally realized and knew that it was an abnormally large wave of sea water. Watering me like rain, here inundates the floor on which I lie. It was truly a pain and misfortune piled up.

I obviously said it like that. Under normal circumstances, it may not be a problem. But, with this many wounds on the body, yes obviously it all caused an ultimate pain!

Try it yourself, how it feels to have a new wide wound, then watered using salt water. Ugh. .. guaranteed you'll scream. It could even be to the point of crying, and peeing in pants.

So why am I still relaxing?

It's not that I'm strong, or I don't feel that excruciating pain. Honestly, if only I could, I'd been floundering, then running to find a safe place. The thing is, my body is already powerless and powerful again. It was as if the angel of death was taking half the life in my dying body.

This is how I am now. Crashed like a corpse, desperately enduring pain, without being able to do anything about it. Even just to scream.

Third bang, not long back barking. With the sound of sirens interrupting. The solid ground of the harbor, for the umpteenth time wobbling - not rocking up and down or dribbling yes - and I'm sure it will soon be even more boisterous and chaotic. There will be many officers who come, called a loud roar, a siren funnel a sign of danger.

"Damn it!" maki's someone, who I'm sure is Juan.

There was a sound of something slamming. It could be his rifle, which had been damaged, as a result of the first mysterious attack.

He stepped irregularly, giving rise to a chaotic gushing sound. Approaching while breathing with gasps.

"You ... You must have intentionally, right .. was buying time, so that the pirates of your friend had time to come .... help you!" Juan's words stammered, because his breathing was still irregular.

Waitaminute! What does he mean he says pirate as my friend? Pirate knitted hat, huh? That's a different story, Bambang!

Ah .. If there really is a pirate who came, it is clear where the explosion came from. Definitely a cannon attack, with an iron ball as the bullet.

"No ... no! I won't give you a chance, and forgiveness again. This time ... die you."

Not knowing where he picked it up, but there was clearly the sound of a pull from the gun-beating lever. The revolver sign is being cocked.

"Do you remember this gun? Yes, your dear father's revolver, left by the river, after I shot you down from the horse." His voice sounded full of satisfaction. "Hey, wake! Don't tell me you're dead!"

As if he had no morals, the Less-Ajar trampled on my head! Meanwhile, I can only accept it.

Oi! Do you think I'm a doormat, because I have a lot of hair on my body!?

Not content to just make me a footwear cleaner, Juan then took this tangled curl hair, so that my head could be jerked up.

Even with the vision still shaded, and twisting dizzily, I could still see a metal pipe approaching. It felt really cold piercing, when the tip of the object was stuck on the forehead.

Oh my God, my life is now just a matter of jolting Juan's index finger to the trigger. Please do not let this happen, O Lord of Destiny.

Juan, is that you? Aren't we old friends? You and this Margo. Are you tired of the good times when we were kids, chasing an ice cream truck together, but you didn't have the money to buy it?

Uh ... no. That was my childhood with Wanara. But, right, surely you guys have good memories too. Try to remember!

May my voice over be heard by him. Like in sinetron.

Bullet casings erupted. Juan-who did not hear my inner voice-followed screaming in pain.

Without any clarity, which I really enjoyed, Juan's execution was void.

It feels good, but it hurts too. Because, that bastard took off his hand, which caused my face to slam hard, hitting the harbor floor.

The clattering of feet came hard, like an avalanche of rock soil. From two different directions, and then changed into a spate of gun blasts. Mutual. No one wants to give up on each other.

The vow! I'm getting less and less thought out. How is it possible at a time like this, it appears that pirates are not clear where. After all, if you want to rob, right, you usually do it in the middle of the sea. Not here, and it makes me even more tormented, by the terrible conditions, and the lives that are on the edge.

In the middle of the shootout, there was the sound of a loud explosion. It turns mercilessly.

What kind of madman does that jerky thing? It could destroy the port because of it. Here's my buzzing eardrum.

While I was still cursing the crazy attack, I suddenly landed a sizzling seal. Just a short distance ahead.

For the sake of being able to see it, I forced my eyes to return to normal work, by moving quickly many times. Immediate efforts that turned out to be fruitful.

I know what it is! Basic baji*ngan insolent! Which idiot threw a ball-shaped bomb so it landed near my face?

With my body sick, and my vision still in shadow, I aimed at the sparks of the rope eater. I turned my lips hard, then took as much air as I could, which also sucked up the puddles of sea water on the harbor floor.

Nothing though salty. I really need it anyway.

"Ffuuh .. ahfuh .. fuh ffuuhh!" The air comes out with a shower of water through these sexy lips. A combination of ajib, which unfortunately does not reach the target.

It's free to blow the flame out, because it makes it burn faster.

Die me! Remaining a few inches of the axis, to get to the base.

Never mind. Maybe his destiny should end this way. I close my eyes tightly. Waiting for the last minute, before the bomb goes off. My head was split apart.

And finally ....

Uh ... Why does it sound sizzling, not "outside" like that, huh?

I coughed. It was hard to breathe, because of the smoke from the paper ball. The eyes also watery made.

Cursed is the man who is the mastermind!

"You okay, Marg?"

Ah ... that voice. I should have realized from the beginning, who was the one who liked the explosion, who had thrown a bomb like being in solidarity.

Obviously so, the figure of the maker and perpetrator of the smoke bomb earlier. Who else if not Yenz!

"You should diet! You're so heavy!" Yenz groaned as he tried to carry me.

He blames me for this muscular body? You should be the one who raised your thin, dry body! I want to say that, if only I could.

"Let me help. Captain Sando told us to come back soon, because a vest of security forces, will be coming soon. We're outnumbered."

The owner of that slightly shrill voice I'm sure is Leo. Ah ... two skinny people what ....

Huwos! How come!? My body was pulled up.

With my eyes that were about to lose consciousness, I saw the young man wearing a cloth, covering half of his face, without any difficulty carrying me. Penetrate the smokescreen with quick swinging short steps.

"You, great, Mr. Marg! They can fight them alone. I admire you!"

The words full of praise to the young man, like a beautiful fairy tale my bedtime.

I hope it's not the last sleep.

Just as much as I can tell, with the limitations of PoV one. If you want to be angry because it is not clear, blame the author, why not use PoV three only.

*Pov: Point of View/point of view.