Perfect Son-in-law

Rat Road

Laura Jung put her phone on the table. He just called someone and spoke at length.

An evil smile was engraved instantly on his arrogant face.

“You're gonna get, baby!” he said alone, then laughed contentedly. He got up from the bed and walked over to get a bottle of champagne on the table. It was in the sloki, and then it was gulped. His expression had already turned flat and had instead turned grim in the next second.

The glass that had been filled by his drink, he fell in front of the face. “I won't let anyone take my Samudra. He belongs only to me.” Then smile like an insane person. “And you Ocean dear ...” Her face is back to savage, “Don't expect to determine your own fate. I am your driver. Remember that, Son.”

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In the car Glorien was driving, Samudra sat in the seat next to him. The man asked to be escorted to Bogor for an interest.

No one throws words at each other to at least fill in the silence. They both kept quiet, no title.

The distance traveled is quite far, and the traffic jam ahead there already looks elongated like a bunch of ducks being raised.

The ocean grunted while throwing away the face. “We're puters back. Behind there is a rat road.”

Glorien turned his head with his lips raised and eyebrows meeting each other. “Mouse path?” Then look back. “Which one?”

Samudra clucking, “Puters back. Don't be so spry. I'll show you.”

Glorien said as he rolled his eyes. With the language of the ocean.

The car started to turn and then drove back to the back.

Not far from the position, there is an alley with a gate that is almost formless. The branches of the shrub tree dangle its leaves that are slightly down like bangs. Samudra asked Glorien to turn there.

“How to get gini? I never miss anyone.” Glorien was scared, but the steering wheel kept turning left and right. The road that was crushed by the tires of his car was uneven. Many rocks become stumbling blocks until the vehicle moves around.

Beside him, the ocean still seemed calm. Occasionally it sounds clinking chat messages from the phone he is playing on.

“You're afraid of ghosts?” he asked Glorien without looking.

Glorien glanced thinly and then looked back at the dark road ahead. “I'm afraid of ghosts, but you're much scarier, Ocean,” grunts it in the heart. “More fear God,” answers later.

The ocean smiled thinly. “Realistis,” comments short. The rest of them were silent.

Half a kilometer passed. The streets grew darker with the trees standing as if they were shaded like zombies. Glorien shuddered. “Sam .. I'm afraid.” In the end, he couldn't resist saying that.

And it grew even more terrified as the greatness of the figure sprung up from behind the tree. “Samudra!” The brakes were spontaneous and the car stopped.

The ocean was quite surprised by that. “What's up?!”

“You look ahead,” said Glorien tremblingly.

Samudra. Rotating his head to follow the direction of the woman beside him, then surprised.

At least five figures who were all men, stood in their way. Three were lined up in front, the other two filling each left and right near the door.

The ocean observed one by one the faces covered in black cloth surrounding his car. As he looked back, it turned out that three other people were also right there - right on the butt of the car.

“Sial!” objurgation. “Two weeks ago cave passed here same Mada no beginning.” He grumbled, then looked at the frightened Glorien. “We tuker place!”

Glorien turned to him at once understanding and nodding.

But fate, have not had time to move both perfectly moved ....

DOR'S!

Two consecutive shots, the tires of his car were heard letting out the wind. Those people don't say much, they just don't use their brains.

“B4ngsat!” Ocean swearing. Slightly sorry he chose that path and did not listen to Glorien's complaints. What he was facing right now was clearly not worth the price of the bottleneck he had just avoided.

Just tell me he's a little frustrated at the moment.

There is no escape route.

Staying in the car is also not a wise choice. For a long time the people with the face cover must also break the glass and force it to come out.

Glorien's getting raucous. His face turned left right front and back with a panicked face. “How should we be, Sam?!”

The ocean turned her head a little carried away in panic, but managed to calm down a while after.

The breath was drawn a little. It takes a lot of oxygen to deal with the mules to stay alive.

“What do you want?!” Glorien was startled, as he saw the Ocean begin to slowly open the door, then descend after dipping on two of his sleeves.

“You stay there, Glo!” encourage the Ocean while continuing to look ahead. That appeal seems like an empty joke. A man was already preparing to pounce on Glorien outside the door with a blunt weapon.

One glock meyer from the person closest, leads to the Ocean later. Not knowing where they came from, they should have been used by law enforcement in different parts of the world.

Apparently the humans were not simple, Samudra concluded. He immediately raised both hands as high as ears, but his face remained calm. There was no smile, but there was no fear.

Featuring a fearful face will only make you end up like a ban9kai rat who was crushed in the middle of the road, Samudra emphasized that in his mindset.

“What do you want?” asked the handsome man without tone.

“We will negotiate about it," one person who was at the very end replied casually. Buff on the face he lowered to the neck. “You take them to headquarters!” instructions to all colleagues. “Bos who will decide, what is worth taking from them.”

All move according to orders.

Glorien shouted as he was forcefully pulled out, then quiet after having his mouth smothered with his hands. He thrashed about violently, yet was clearly powerless to resist other than crying as usual.

The ocean looked worriedly at the woman, but could not make a revolt when her fate was the same in the check of two people who ambushed her directly.

“Lu take care of the car!” The man was instructing again on two colleagues who were still unemployed. He himself turned around, stepped towards the trees then disappeared behind the dark.

Glorien and Samudra are held like a vessel. Leads to the path of the trees and bushes on the right, following the man who went ahead of them.

It takes at least ten minutes. They flock to arrive in a two-story building, in front of which there are two coyotes from the taxidermy process.

The Ocean and Glorien continued to be pushed to the inside of the building, then ended up in the most spacious room contained in it.

“We bring big game results, Boss!”

Such notifications provoke someone who is relaxed with two women on the sofa, to look up.

“Haha! Good work!” the guy's response.

The ocean that is faced even in check, certainly can see clearly the figure of a sturdy body that acts as the boss.

Instantly it was also .. he recognized.

“Regar!”