Santri Famiglia's

The Blind from a Korean Cage in Action

The wind told him to move to the left. As fast as he could, Abrizar swung his legs. However, the hot lead followed after him.

The blind man pressed a button on his steel stick. Direct Current (DC) or direct current immediately converts the stick into an electromagnet. The black wand of Abrizar is designed with a variety of special features. Certainly according to his request.

The disabled Toya lifted upwards as fast as its eyes blinked, swaying here and there, catching the projectiles it failed to avoid. Missiles that miss the reach of the stick are also attracted to the magnetic force. As expected of BGA equipment. The result never disappoints.

The Japanese are dumbfounded. They wondered how all those bullets could be repelled. Some who stick to the stick also fall out like corn kernels that fall. Even so, they are still trying to shoot until changing the magazine. Result, same.

Jirou ordered them to shoot from both sides. Abrizar bent his hand, forming an arc trajectory. The man in black glasses could even break the path of the straightener while running forward.

Not a single small sound passed through Abrizar's ears. All the vibrations sent the snail house on his cerebrum.

The temporal lobe told him, "Six people."

The parietal lobe tells them their position. "Two ahead, one way two o'clock, and three right."

Abrizar's brain really works really well. The frontal lobe even makes decisions quickly and accurately. The hand is instructed to point the stick forward, moving from bottom to top somewhat slanting. In two strokes, two pistols were thrown at the ceramics.

Two Japanese men screamed. The tip of the Abrizar wand that hit their wrists so hard, it was painful. The palm of the second Japanese hand was shaking painfully, limp as if losing energy.

Abrizar swung his wand in the other direction. The movement was almost about Jiro. The man shifted his body to avoid Abrizar.

"Aumiko!" sumpat Jiro who continues to be pursued by the attack of Abrizar.

Others do not dare to shoot for fear of hitting their own comrades. Their formation became chaotic. Abrizar did not give Jiro the chance to shoot on target. Some of the bullets were even lodged in the ceiling.

"Shou ga nai na." Jiro has no other choice. He kept the gun, then confronted Abrizar with his bare hands. The man caught the stick that led to him with both hands, trying to snatch the only weapon from the owner.

The Empyrean smiled. In the next instant, Jiro let go of his grip with one long shout. He took some distance while shaking his hand. It feels like it just got electrocuted. Suppose Jirou did not wear gloves, maybe his hands would have blistered by now.

Abrizar has just released electricity with a high enough voltage, but still within the limits of human tolerance. "Don't take what isn't yours! This wand only wants to be touched by its owner."

They never expected to be bothered with just one person. Tarou quickly took action. He looked at his members who were still on standby.

"Omaera, kanojo wo oe!" The pursuit order came out of Tarou's mouth.

"Great!" batin Abrizar flabbergasted.

He did not understand Tarou's words. However, he could hear four people running towards Anki leaving earlier. Abrizar wants to follow. Unfortunately, Tarou and Jirou get in the way.

Behind the wall is not far from where Abrizar fought.

Anki leaned against the wall without daring to peek. He was too afraid of being hit by shots that shot out in all directions. At the same time, he was also worried about the besieged Abrizar.

"How's this? What am I supposed to do?" Anki panic.

He hoped that Abrizar would soon follow. Until then, he will wait here. It is time to return to Sanubari and Mitsuki's place to ask for help. But then he remembered they were in trouble.

"Police .. yes, I have to call the police!"

Anki took a cell phone. With a thump, he tried dialing the police emergency number. A few times, the phone remained disconnected.

"Why can't I be contacted?" Anki is panicking. He thought about who he could help.

"Grandfather, brother." The two figures were reflected in Anki's mind. His trembling hands rushed to look for the number of one of them. He preferred the older brother who worked at a location not far from the scene.

"Meet."

"Mitsukea."

The two languages one meaning was spoken at the same time when Anki was just about to press the call button. For a moment his breath was restrained. Some masked men found Anki had stood less than a meter next to him once his head was stiffened.