My Secret Life's

Chapter 221: EXECUTION ROOM

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" the driver lowered his head.

A guard with shoulder-length hair pulled the driver's shirt collar while pointing his finger at the driver's face. "Are you BLIND? HUH! Even a blackboard is useless. LOOK!"

The driver followed the direction of the man's finger in front of him pointing towards the pile of tires. For a moment he did not understand until the fading writing began to be strung from the heart.

Execution room. ~ Inner The driver.

"Sorry, Sir. I'll move the truck somewhere else....,"

Duug!

One kick landed perfectly in the driver's stomach. His clenched hands held back the emotions while counting from one to ten in his heart. Just the gaze of the resistance's eyes with lips tightly locked, made the thugs in front of him cluck in annoyance.

"What, look at me? I want to poke a hah!" the thug snapped loudly, but suddenly the siren sound of a warning alarm was on.

Toot!

Toot!

Toot!

Footsteps could be heard running towards the gate with the sound of weapons on standby.

The door!

The door!

The door!

The door!

Four gunshots turned the atmosphere tense. However, the face of the guard thugs in front of the driver was still upset and reluctant to return to his own guard post.

"Sir, everyone is on standby. Then, why are you still looking at me like a hungry chicken?" ask the driver with a plain face.

Intentions wanted to reply to the chauffeur's taunts, but the sound of the alarm siren still sounded.

"B52! Come on!" exclaimed the fellow thug guard by waving his hand.

The driver reached out his hand, allowing the man in front of him to leave. That makes B52 stomp its feet and walk away from the forbidden area.

"STANDBY POSITION!" report the driver covering vigilantly towards the execution room.

Maybe luck is on his side. Actually it's not like that, because everything is planned, and the mastermind of the operation this time is the best leader at the central police station.

The iron door rusted at some point, making the driver carefully observe the entire side. Until the look in his eyes found the lever behind the pile of old tires. Without hesitation the man rushed over to his left side.

Once. Twice. Up to three times the experiment, then the hand of the driver managed to pull the lever down. Without himself knowing. If pulling the lever, instead of just opening the door of the execution room. But it also activates all the automated legal systems connected throughout the headquarters.

Kleeek!

Kleeek!

Kleeek!

The iron door of the execution room that was shaped like a car garage door was slowly rising upwards. A gust of wind began to infiltrate inside, then circled the direction back out carrying a stinging foul scent. The driver flicked his hand in front of his nose.

"It's so stinky." The driver unbuttoned his shirt two times, then picked up a pen wedged in the cuff.

Ctits!

The pen with the top button is pressed once. Then clamped to his collar while stepping foot into the execution room. Not only the stinging smell of rot, but the scent of blood also contaminates the air around it.

"Roger one! Does everything seem clear? Start recording!" The driver grabbed an opaque piece of plastic hanging in front of him.

[Dirga! Out!]~ commandments from across, where a woman begins to panic when looking from inside the laptop on her lap.

From the position of a spectator. The woman saw what her coworkers hadn't noticed. Laser beam ready to shoot. As well as some cutting tools tucked between the walls.

"Vienna, relax! It's just an execution room off. So don't panic! It's gonna be okay....,"

Slii!

Hap!

Wuush!

A shiny sharp blade flew from the right side towards Dirga. Lucky the man was on standby and immediately salto to the back.

"Almost just." Dirga rubbed his chest in gratitude, but from another direction. Another knife flew after him.

The sreet!

"aww. S!al!" umpat Dirga held his scratched left arm and let out a red liquid.

Seeing the situation Dirga was already injured. Vienna closed her laptop, took her gun, and got out of the car with a face of anxiety.

Dirga survive? I'll come to help you.~batin Vienna began to sneak a walk squatting among the trees that are not so shady, but enough to be his disguise at this time.

"That's....,"

One finger lifted up, and instantly silenced the shadow. "Check that car!"