Pursued by the Love of MAS INTEL

The Scout

Hoshs... Hoshs... Hoshs...

The roar of a man dressed in ragged camping clothes was not because it was so audible, his two eyes circled wildly looking for his quarry that ran somewhere.

Both hands support the waist area, his chest up and down indicating that his lungs still need oxygen. He rested for a while, until not long two people dressed as parking attendants and madura sataymen ran towards him with gasping breaths.

"He's missing?" ask one of them.

The scavenger-clothed man turned his head, he did not make the slightest sound but coded it through hand gestures.

"And I said, Ndan. Tuh people must have the science of malih raga so from yesterday it was very difficult to catch it."

The man in the typical attire of the field saturator continued to blabber, his chest rising up and down his long mustache moved as the corners of his lips twitched. Both of his eyes circled, he was seen avoiding the gaze of the tall man before him at this moment.

While inside a rundown water barrel, without all three realizing a long-haired man with many tattoos on his hands and feet was seen patting his chest proudly, even the look on his face was so haughty when he felt that the three men he knew were not ordinary citizens were unable to capture and find him at this moment.

"Based on officer oon," he murmured softly.

Mosquito bites that become residents of the water barrel he did not care, the most important thing now is how to get out of this narrow place.

"You guys split up, I'll go there and you two go that way!"

The scavenger-clothed man gave a firm command, one hand looking to reach into something from behind the unworthy-wearing shirt attached to his athletic body.

A pistol

Without refuting the two comrades immediately moved, the two men dashed quickly towards the direction pointed at by the man leading the raid this time around. While the scavenger-looking man slowly stepped out his two legs, he moved away from the place until the sound of his foot clattering was no longer heard.

And it was immediately used by people who were hiding in the water barrel. The man put both his ears well, making sure that there are no three men out there chasing him like international class criminals.

Even though he only sells a few grams of marijuana and meth, not to many kilos. Then why was he hunted like a megalodon-class mafia like this? Just to connect lives, buy pulses, and a palace ish ish ish.

The person clucked, he slowly came out from his hiding place. Starting from the tip of his head that is visible, then both eyes and now half his body is clearly visible.

The person almost vomited when he smelled his current scent, it smelled very unpleasant and smelled like cat feces.

"Damn it, what the hell is this gentong?" frangipani.

Slowly he got out of there, his eyes still circling to make sure that this place was really quiet and safe.

"I think they're gone. Cih, their commander should have sent someone more sinter. Chase one man just can't, you blind baker!" grunt it again.

Cynical smiles and underestimating her came out, she felt even greater than the three people who were chasing her earlier. The man patted his chest and cleaned his clothes of dirt before turning the other way with a triumphant smile that just kept on expanding.

Until finally his smile slowly receded, his body petrified, his jaw up and down, his eyes blinking rapidly when he saw a man leaning on the old wagon while staring intently at him.

"The rat has come out of hiding, prepare everything" said the man who was leaning casually on a worn wagon as he pressed a small device against one of his ears. His one hand pointed a firearm at his quarry, looking cold and deadly.

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A middle-aged woman walked over to the man who was about to enter her room. The man in the black jacket thinned his lips when he saw the old woman who had been taking care of him since childhood so enthusiastically welcomed his return.

"The one who hasn't slept?" he asked, his hand immediately embracing an old body that was not as strong as it used to be.

"Don't make Eyang worry anyway. Mbok yo you call home if there is a task that cannot be left behind. Everyone can't sleep every night because they think of Eyang's grandson."

The man's smile widened, his embrace grew stronger and did not even hesitate to give a kiss on the old woman's cheek.

"Next time I'll be ngabarin Eyang. Yes it's a break, it's already tonight Youang can catch a cold. The doctor said the night wind was not good for the old man" the man chuckled.

He complained when he got a hard pinch on his waist, somehow he really likes to tease the woman who has given birth to his late father. Although from childhood he never met the Father except just his picture.

"You're the one sleeping there! Inget tomorrow morning Eyang want to take you away do not run away. Eyang does not want you to be an old virgin because of busy chasing people but never managed to chase girls so that they can be a granddaughter of Eyang's daughter-in-law."

The woman again pinched her grandson, she was anxious with the grandson because he was 26 years old had not managed to get a single girl. Though the face, body, attitude of the grandson is perfect according to him, has a permanent job even though the salary is not as big as the businessmen.

But as for caring about the family, the old woman did not doubt her granddaughter at all. What else since her husband died, Pradivta was the focus of her life. Since the age of 1 year she and her late husband who took care of Pradivta Agas, especially when the youngest son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident.

She and her late husband were in charge of Pradivta's life, and now Pradivta is in charge of the Eyang, the only person who cares and loves her without buts. Even though he still has his maternal uncle and father, but they never want to interfere - even help buy milk for him never.

Luckily he was able to live from the retired grandfather who had been a member of the police.

"Which other girl wants Eyang to know. From then on, no one wants to be the same Divta. Today is not only the look that Eyang is looking for, but also money. Where they want to live right after us, Divta salary will not be enough to buy their skincare."

Pradivta tried to resist subtly, he did not want to be asked many questions by the girl who would be introduced later, as time had passed.

Many want it, but not with his current job.

"That's why they're different again. Eyang guarantee without skincare that the price can get 4 bags of super rice that she is already beautiful. Just stay you take care, pay attention, love is equally affectionate, he washed his face using rice water already glowing. Yowes sleep there, in the morning wake up don't run away! Watch out for escaping your circumcision!"

The old woman turned around after giving the threat, her two eyes peeking sharply at the granddaughter. Giving a strong warning so that his grandson did not run away like that time.

"Whose threat is making pain," he murmured softly.

He resigned and could not argue, okelah this time had to obey - he was also curious as to what kind of girl he would know later.

"Hopefully it is not the palace princess, if until the palace princess can be ambyar." he cetus again.

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