My Secret Life's

Chapter 219: BOS

"Leaders are only yours, but not with other enemy members. Do you know who their leader is?" justin asked, looking ahead where the distance to the enemy base was still 3 KM.

Hands are released while stretching his neck muscles. "Well, I know who their leader is. Then?"

"Queen.., uh….,"

"Calm down's. Continue on our journey!" tell Queen to raise her hand to the side so that Justin no longer refutes her.

From another street a white mercedes-benz car entered the border gate. The guards of the thugs uniforms flocked to the field. After hearing the announcement their leader came.

Ciiit!

The car stopped right in front of the spacious courtyard ground. Then, the car door opened as a man in a black coat walked out of the car.

Braak!

A thug with a piercing in his ear ran up to the leader without releasing a long barrel gun perched on his shoulder.

"Sore, Boss." said the leader of the thugs down in front of his boss.

"Have they not come yet?" asked the boss to flick his hands while staring at all his men one by one.

"No, Boss. As scheduled they'll be coming right at sunset." The leader of the thugs glanced at the clock on his left wrist. "Ten minutes to go."

The boss understood. Without wanting to greet the subordinates who were bowed down in fear above his power. The haughty man walked out of the courtyard with the leader of the thugs entering the headquarters in the form of a two-story building with an iron door without a single window.

Four towers are located on all four sides. Always used as a place to lurk, accompanied by one supervisor in each tower. The leader of the thugs opened the door using a heart-shaped key. Then, let her boss in first.

"Boss, what do you want to drink?" ask the leader of the thugs to pull one of the biggest iron chairs among the others.

The boss took off his coat, then sat down on his great chair. A cell phone was issued, "Black coffee only."

"Okay, wait for the boss." replied the thug leader walking towards a door arch leaving his boss.

Waiting for coffee. The man called the boss plays his phone. Some files are opened and checked carefully. Until one email notification comes in, making the focus distractible.

Why is there an email from my enemy? Will there be a meeting soon? What the hell is going on? Is this maybe just their trick? I have to make sure, before everything is done. ~in the man replied to the e-mail.

The beats on the rhythmic table increasingly sounded loud. Marking the man sitting staring at the phone on the table can't wait for an email answer from his enemy.

Ten minutes later.

"Boss, here's your coffee." exclaimed the thug leader with a cup of coffee that was still puffing white smoke over the mini glass tray.

There was no response from the man who was busy staring at the cell phone to the moss, making the thug leader put a tray on the table and then hold his own forehead.

"Not hot, really. Erroneous, it should be my boss's forehead." The leader of the thugs brought his hands closer intending to check. Was his boss a healthy walafiat, but one rough pat was shocking. "Boss, sick."

"What are you doing, HUH?!" exclaimed the boss glared sharply.

The leader of the thugs scratched his head that was not itchy. "I think the possessed boss....,"

Plaaac!