Mr. Stegen: A Man with a Hidden Identity

Fierce Fight

Ludwig continued to hide behind the pole with a diameter not too wide earlier. He was also prepared with a weapon in hand. Ludwig sharpened his hearing, for every swift step that approached him.

However, the sound of the move suddenly stopped. Ludwig shifted to the other side of the pole. He waited until there was another sound of movement, which came back to him.

From behind the mast, Ludwig saw two men walking to the floor where there was a door to the bunker. One of the men crouched. He held a red-lit device. Ludwig knew very well that it was a tracking device.

“The signal stops here,” said the man who held the tool earlier.

“Could Red Lily be behind this floor?” thought partner.

“Can only.” The man holding the tracking device touched the floor. However, he had not yet raised the door to the bunker, one shot landing right in his ear. Blood flowed instantly, making the man fall down and die right then and there.

Seeing his friend was shot dead, the other man immediately took a standby. He turned his head, then shot towards the post where Ludwig was hiding. What he did, along with the shot also directed by Ludwig.

However, Ludwig benefited more, because he was behind the pole. The opponent is free standing. The hot tin spewed from Ludwig's firearm, pierced his opponent's lower neck. The man fell down instantly, with just one shot.

A moment later, two more people entered the cottage. They shot guns blindly, then focused on the pole. This made Ludwig have to get out of his hiding place. He moved quickly to avoid the pole, with a weapon that was directly aimed at the enemy.

Ludwig dropped himself on the floor in a sideways position. Luckily, his shot this time hit the stomach of one of the two men. Before he got up, Ludwig again spewed two shots at the two men.

One of the two men died. Another was injured in the thigh. Seeing the opportunity, Ludwig hurried to his feet. He walked over to the man who was shot in the thigh. “Say how many came here?” ludwig asked, while continuing to point the muzzle of the firearm he was holding at the man.

The man, sitting on the floor, immediately edged back as Ludwig approached. He could not resist, as Ludwig dragged him away from the open door. Ludwig led to a more hidden interior. He lifted his grip, from the hair of the man he had just dragged.

“There is still one bullet left in this weapon,” Ludwig said again full of emphasis, while stepping on the gunshot wound as tight as possible. The man screamed in pain.

“Speak or I'll keep you quiet forever!” gertak Ludwig again still with the same tone. The man squinted his eyes, as if he was detecting something. Ludwig immediately pulled the wounded man's body, then turned around by making the man a shield. As a result, a barrage of shots directed at him, lodged in the body of the poor man.

“Ludwig Stegen!” There was a voice familiar to Ludwig. “You haven't deterred as well apparently.”

Ludwig threw the lifeless body to the side. This time, he faced the owner of the voice who was none other than Lech Czeslaw. “You still hope?” cibir Ludwig is cynical.

“Restore my Red Lily.” Lech's tone was full of emphasis. “You have dealt with the wrong person. Don't think that I'm going to let go, someone who's been playing around with Lech. You've even finished off Marik. Damn you!”

“Not just Marik. I'll throw you to hell right now!” Ludwig suddenly pointed his gun. He spewed out the rest of the bullets that only one remained. So too with the weapon Lech was holding. It only left one bullet.

The two men aimed at each other, then fired their last bullets. Lech's shot hit Ludwig's upper left arm. Meanwhile, Ludwig managed to scratch Lech's side abdomen. The man dodged first, though he was still hit by Ludwig's bullet.

Feeling that what they were doing was useless, the two men threw empty pistols. Ludwig prepares to take the horses. And so is Lech. He advanced, then attacked with a heavy blow at Ludwig.

Snapping, Ludwig instantly repelled the punch directed at him using an arm. He did the same thing back, so the two handsome men different countries were fighting each other. The fierce fight continues. Ludwig paid no heed to the wound on the arm that kept bleeding. And so is Lech. The two of them continued to attack each other nonstop.

Lech stomped on Ludwig's arm which was hit by the gunfire many times. “Death to you, Goddamn it!” frequently satisfied.

However, Ludwig did not want to give up. At the umpteenth step, he immediately held Lech's feet as tight as possible. Ludwig exerted all his energy and ignored the growing pain. He restrained Lech's side of the leg using his right hand, then slammed the injured left hand. Ludwig's perfect fist was directed directly into the area under Lech's abdomen. It was the only point of attack he could reach.

“Aw!” Lech shouted loudly while moving backwards. He's holding his groin. When the man again prepared to attack, Ludwig first got up. One hard kick aimed right at Lech's face, until the man took a few steps back. Dizziness that Lech felt after receiving the kick earlier, fresh blood flowed from his nose and lips. The handsome man from Poland tried to restore his balance with a moment of silence.

This was a golden opportunity for Ludwig. He didn't give Lech a chance to restore power. Ludwig immediately threw a punch to the face of the man who had dared to touch Lilia, so that the balance of Lech increasingly disturbed. The man staggered, as Ludwig withdrew his hand.

Ludwig tightly gripped Lech's back hair. He pointed the man at one of the support poles, then hit the man's head repeatedly. Louis did it as hard as he could. He seemed to want to finish his complacency, by finishing Lech brutally.

Not only did the action earlier, Ludwig then moved to the back of Lech's body. He attached Lech's chest to the pole, then pulled both of his hands back. Ludwig pressed the man's back so tightly, that Lech gave a loud screech.

It's not Ludwig, if he doesn't make his opponent die horribly. The man dragged Lech's already defenseless body near Dominik's body. Ludwig threw Lech just like that, until he fell resigned. Under such conditions, the handsome German man stomped on Lech's groin mercilessly. He did not care even though his opponent continued to squeal in pain. “That's for my Lilia that you've tainted!” furious after feeling satisfied, when he saw Lech almost unconscious.

A heavy sigh rang out several times sliding from Ludwig's thin mustachioed lips. He stared intently at Lech for a moment, while neutralizing his power drained from the fight earlier. Meanwhile, blood continued to pour from the injuries he had experienced.

After feeling calmer, Ludwig lowered his body right near Lech. He took Dominik's gun. The firearm was lying just like that, next to the man who had become the corpse. Ludwig pointed the muzzle of the gun into Lech's mouth. “Do you want to say something before I send it to hell?” ludwig asked who had the upper hand.

Lech didn't answer immediately. He stared intently at the man who had managed to defeat him. Unexpectedly, Lech smiled cynically full of sneers. “So, you are Oliver Harald's pet?” Lech laughed quite loudly. Laughter that sounds strange to Ludwig.

“I'm no one's pet,” Ludwig denies full emphasis.

“The old man has ruined everything. Schaefer, who I built from scratch since he fell, has now completely eradicated. It's all because of you, Ludwig Stegen!” lech. The eyes of the man looked up at Ludwig.

“What is your relationship with Radko Trava?” ask Ludwig.

Instead of answering, Lech laughed with satisfaction. He shook his head faintly. “Radko Trava,” said weak. “Find him until you die of fatigue,” his lips.

“Fuck you!” Ludwig slapped the handle of the gun against Lech's face, too upset.

Some time Lech was closed, until he opened his eyes again. The man did not want to give up on death. Lech continued to survive, although he suffered more and more severe injuries than Ludwig. “Know one thing, Ludwig,” the man said later. “Until any time, you will never find the figure of Radko Trava. That guy never existed.”

“What do you mean?” ludwig asked not to understand.

Lech laughed again. “You don't need to know something that's none of your business. You better make a calculation with Oliver Harald.”

“For what?” Ludwig Sermon.

“Because it was he who had burned down this farm.”