MISS MAFIA AND DOCTOR CHARMING

RESCUE MIKE

"Quick up ...!!"

Algae's gaze was still straight, yet unmoved even from a messy face full of bruises, with a little blood drying at the corners of the lips.

More precisely Alga was stunned, as if only realized one thing that had escaped his monitor.

'Handsome ...'

Algae was even startled with a gentle whisper in the corner of his heart.

'Si al. .. why in such a precarious state do I still have time to admire the annoying doctor's face ...?'

Bathin Alga upset herself with the confession of her heart that had been so honest in admiring the good looks of doctor Tara, even though the man's face itself was currently in a mess, battered irregularly, and was not very happy, signifies that before this he had received tremendous torture from the loser Alfredo.

"Oh my goodness .. Why are you even looking at me like that? Miss, I know I'm very handsome. But you have to put off your admiration if you don't want to die silly in this place ...!"

Hearing the narcissistic sentence Alga immediately looked up, but he immediately got up, and with a lightning-fast movement Alga jumped into his jeep car, whose door was wide open.

The sound of a pounding M-42 still resounded faithfully, but Alga's body position was completely in the car, right next to Tara who had been behind the wheel.

This time Alga hope again rise, because he knows exactly the body and glass of his car is strong enough to face the attack of bullets.

At least for the next few moments, Algae can ensure that he is in a safe state.

Tara again stepped on the accelerator, trying to find a way to turn toward the exit behind, while trying to outwit the bullets that were blindly.

"The steering wheel is left ...!" alga's word while pointing towards the pile of sacks filled with straw, the place where the last time Algae saw Mike fell sprawled with thighs pierced by bullets.

"The exit is closer to the right side, why slam the steering wheel to the left ...?" concluded Tara who did not understand at all what the real Alga command means. The man's eyes were flowing around, looking for an opportunity to turn around.

"Are you deaf? I told you to take the steering wheel to the left!"

"But ..."

"I said swing the steering wheel to the left! Basic bodoohhh ...!!" sergeant Alga was impatient, when he found Tara who continued to argue against him.

"Wahh .. So this is how you speak and thank, to the person who just saved your life ...?"

The speed of the jeep car driven by Tara suddenly stopped.

Tara desperately stepped on her brake pedal, as if she was showing the Alga who was currently more in control of the precarious situation they were going through.

"Why stop? You want to die, huh?!" sergeant Alga.

"Who cares ...?"

"You ...?!"

"I won't run this car until you speak well and politely ..."

'I rang ajarrr ...!'

Fizz Algae in heart growled.

Algae inhale in a cavity, trying to dampen anger and succumbing.

He also secretly realized that for now he should not argue with Tara.

Well.

Because it is true, that man is in control now ...!

"Well .. please ..."

Algae then with serious mimic.

In the end Alga was willing to give up his own ego for the life of Mike, his men, whose lives they both live today are in the hands of Tara completely.

"Then ...?"

"Doctor Tara .. please .. we have to save Mike first." said Alga in a low tone of voice, trying to suppress emotions, hoping if he softens ... so Tara will voluntarily step back on the gas pedal down there.

"You should have said it from the beginning in a good tone, not rebuking ..."

"You ..."

Float

As much as the energy of the Algae tried to restrain themselves, over the overflow of emotions that were about to burst forth.

"Alright, let's save ..."

"Maike."

"Well, Mike ...!" tara's face returned to her crunch after a moment ago busy remembering the name of the Alga's men, who were currently wanted to be saved by the rude woman.

"Can you run the car now?" ask Alga again politely and carefully.

"Ready, beautiful .." concluded Tara lightly, who was rewarded with a sharp shot of Algae.

Tara did not care about the plot, but immediately slammed the steering wheel to the left, according to Alga's instructions, where Mike who despite being seen drenched in fresh blood is trying to get up and prepare to jump on the open seat that is behind, from the Jeep car belonging to Alga.

"Thank you, Miss." said Mike, grimacing in pain.

"Hold a minute Mike. I'm gonna get a bullet through your thigh, but before that, we need to get out of this mess first."

"You're right, Miss. Don't mind me, because I can still hold on..."

"Good."

Then the gaze of Alga moved towards Tara.

"Run the car ..."

This time Tara looked more obedient. He stepped on the gas pedal deeply and reapplied Alga's black jeep.

"Prepare, because I'll show you a little bit of my driving skills."

"What does ..."

Ciiiiieeeett ...!

Be late.

Algae reflexes grip.

Alga could hardly believe what she was going through at this time, where Tara had drifted on her jeep so perfectly, that it seemed to spin almost one hundred and eighty degrees.

'Crazy ...!'

Bathin Alga hissed in amazement, not expecting that the geeky Tara could do such a cool thing.

A pair of Algae eyes were now fixed straight at the smiling Tara, even daring to blink one of her flirtatious eyes at Alga.

"Don't look at me, you'll fall in love."

Alga wanted to go berserk hearing that nosy sentence, but he snuffed because the next second his jepp voice roared loudly by the game of gas pedals and very agile mask, before finally darting as fast as a bullet ... barging out of the front door, with the speedometer moving to the right, a sign of the speed of the car that is getting longer, the maximum ...

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