Requirements With Demons

Chapter 6

*Jhon pulls the phone inside his suit pocket, and calls Jason to meet him.

after a few minutes his confidant came to face, "What did mister emanuellen call me?"

"You know where Goerge is right now, Jason?" Without the forced morpheme Jhon explicitly asked that directly, leaving Jason a little clueless.

"I know sir. Now Kiniro has a lot of headquarters in America precisely in Los Angeles."

The dark beautiful eyes of a Jonah suddenly seemed to show the impression of difficulty believing what he had heard.

'Shit!' his heart shrieked loudly, as if he was thinking about a way about George's tactics.

He knew very well how this fellow thought. George is a man who seems harmonious, but Jhon upholds the truth in his rational that George is not a partner who needs satisfaction from just friendship.

Someone who is educated in the Japanese Clan has a bad temper, they will take actions that are too bold without thinking hard about the consequences.

For George the matter was a scrumptious meal for the Kiniro Clan. But fear is never in the decrees of John, he must still create vigilance so as not to repeat one fatal mistake.

Jhon looked at Jason's face and thought strongly for his plan.

"Prepare the documents about Jason's old deal, find out who's occupying headquarters in America. And.. "the sound stopped to give a little confidence in his instincts, "I'm going to America."

Jason raised his head still down. 'Why?' big question mark about Jhon's statement.

"Is Mr Emanuelle sure she's going to America? How if..... "

Hearing the doubts implied from Jason's face, Jhon smiled cynically so that Jason undoes the intention to continue his curiosity and convince Jason of every will he has nothing impossible and must be done.

Without a word of rebuttal Jason left reluctantly for the second time to ask a question.

Jhon looked back at the horizon with enthusiasm accompanying his burning will 'Lizzy, ' "I will keep my promise to you. That condition I will destroy and re-clutch your body tightly,."

When too beautiful about all his thoughts, Jhon glanced at another direction that was a little suspicious of his feelings and saw a 'sniper' hiding behind ornamental plants on top of another building.

Sensing the target had realized his whereabouts, Sniper quickly tried to evade Jhon.

Feeling often toyed with by enemies he could not understand, Jhon opened the balcony window panel and ran after the sniper. He jumped at one point on the roof of the lower building and his fierce gaze could not be separated from the figure of the man dressed in a neat suit had escaped.

Now the step is parallel to the sniper who also tried faster with his tracks, although the distance between buildings is too far but the brain of the Fox rotates quickly in order to grasp the sniper's body.

The sound of gunfire directed at his body but it was only in vain and made Jhon even more furious, with a little down dodging the bullets that shot he again jumped on one more building

tall.

Jhon held a water pipe wrapped around the roof of the other building, realizing that his pipe could not last long withstanding the weight, he lifted his body with the strength of his arm muscles to the top.

Feeling the teasing Jhon increased speed and running, now there is only one building that separates the distance with the sniper.

He paused for a moment to look at the distance in the perimeter, giving his right brain an aba to reach the building where the sniper stopped.

Seeing the sniper stop, Jhon stared intently, "You should still be running"

with all his tricks Jhon ran very fast so that his legs could jump a long distance and tread perfectly on the building where the sniper stopped.

Jhon's body is slightly lower when he has landed on the cover of the building, he continues to run after the sniper who he can not know what the motive is

Jhon pushed the man's neck until he fell forward, he grabbed the man's long barrel.

Blood from the bruised wound dripping on his thin, he thrashed to try to be free from the strong hand of Jhon, but again, the grip of the hand of the Fox would be very painful if met with significant resistance.

The man clenched his hand to hit the bottom of the roof of the building trying to endure the pain.

"Who are you? and why dare to point this bullet at me, huh?! Don't you know who I am?" jhon's snare was slightly faded so that the man's throat could produce a sound with a clear frequency.

"I'm just looking for money, let go of me!" the sniper tried to summarize the match.

"Don't make me mad, I'll pay you more if you tell me who told you to." His arms were again blocked creating a feeling of tightness in the man's throat, his eyes widened through the eye fertilizers as well as the distinctive sound of choking created.

Jhon pointed a bullet hole in the man's mouth and at once the owner was horrified.

" O..oh... Ja's...No sir, forgive me!"

Jhon pulled the trigger so that when his ears got tired of hearing the man's whining. Jhon very easily annihilated the wave with an outpouring of heightened emotions. The man repeated the words of his tramp.

"B-well I will tell you the truth." getting satisfaction from the results of this offer Jhon loosened his hand grip on the neck of the man who was almost dead by him.

"Say now! or this bullet will answer me!!"

With a little stammering but trying to clear the man took a breath accompanied by a cough.

"Prepare to welcome the defeat of the Allighiero Company."

The sound of gunshots from Jhon pulled the man's long barrel trigger, fresh blood melted out quickly inundating the base of the roof of the building, the hole wound on the man's temple makes Jhon less satisfied because he did not get more information.

"Don't challenge me! because I'm gonna be so excited about the challenge."

Jhon's knees trying to support his own body to wake up and leave the sniper corpse lying down, he looked down while looking at the cloth of his suit that was hit by splashes of blood. His pace was slow with a hint of wrath at the man's look as if he had been threatened, no! More precisely is giving influence so that he is negligent in the dress of emotions.