Santri Famiglia's

Duplicators

[Warning! Stop your vandalism efforts! Once again you try to damage the property, automatic execution mode will be activated.]

That synthesis sound echoed in the room ten times ten meters away. The barrel is stuck in one direction. There sat a young man with his laptop.

"Ah, fuck! How could they duplicate my plan in such a short period of time? They also modified it."

The mechatronic master was riled up. He looked wryly at the monitor without being able to do anything. The tool attached to the door has not been revoked.

"Nroughen ...."

That code chain. Although difficult to understand, but he recognized the pattern. The man smiled bitterly. Hackers who had been challenged to help Onyoudan, now with Onyoudan locked him up with his own creation.

"The world is funny."

Again, he laughed at being fooled. How stupid he was, to fall in this game. Tastefully, the master's degree he obtained did not make him intelligent.

The man stood up, looking at the glass of the porch that revealed the night sky. There is no moon, no stars. They seemed reluctant to give light to him.

His gaze glared at the expanse of the night city scenery behind the glass. The transparent glass looks like a potential exit. However, he knew, it was no ordinary glass. He couldn't touch it until the standby time was over.

"I can't be reckless and die here."

Silence does not dwell on the younger brother—that only he can do at this time. The man hissed, feeling a pain in his left arm. His right hand reflexively raised, touching the wound on his left arm.

The wound he had sustained the night before. At that time, he had no other choice. Radio communications in the cockpit continued to be noisy, echoing the same warning.

[Albatros V99 surrender and return the jet!]

Regardless of the ultimatum, he entered the automatic maneuver codes. Giving up is not a good option. His mission of saving the younger brother could fail if he was caught.

The two fighter jets were still accompanying him. He was almost to Osaka. The man hastily finished his coding.

As soon as he finished, he unplugged the wireless transmission from IQ Potz. Without it, he who has no basis in aviation science is impossible to master the functions of parts of the aircraft.

He left the copit, looking around for buoys and parachutes that might have been kept in the cabin. After finding it, he took out an aifka knife wrapped in a suit. The knife he accidentally picked up on the sidelines of time hid when heading towards the hangar.

He tied it to a buoy. Then, open one of the doors and throw it out of the object. The jet continues to fly. At the specified distance, he jumped with his backpack and mobile phone in his hand.

Hard discharge camouflaged by waves. He let his body sink into the cold waters. The jet continued to go unmanned before it finally exploded into the waters.

In the darkness, the man activated his waterproof phone. He pointed the aifka knife into his position. Damn, the explosion of debris fell into place. His upper left arm was scratched quite deeply.

Blood spread around him. Salt water makes a deep enough wound it hurts more. The phone is also out of hand.

The metal is attracted by gravity. He only glanced at it without any effort to grab it. From that, his head was turned on alert, monitoring the goods when there was more debris darting at him.

"I should have dropped it even further," his mind realized the carelessness he was doing.

His left arm is very sharp. He looked up, looking up at the sky from under the water. The two jets that were chasing him were no longer there. The man climbed to the surface, circling his gaze, looking for the orange object he threw.

"There."

He greeted the orange object that was moving towards him. When his hand managed to grab the object, he removed the knife he had used as a mover.

He bit the bag to put on the buoy before returning it to its original position. The land is far from him. Nevertheless, he did not stop swimming towards the edge while enduring the excruciating pain.

The fight is long. A gust of sea wind does not cool the blaze in the chest. Arriving at the beach, he immediately walked without normalizing his breathing.

His blood is still flowing, down the arm. The drops fell into the sand, swept away by the tides that struck the footsteps. The trees only watched the drenched young man in a mute.

The buoy was left on the sand. He did not care about the ban on disposing of the trash he was taught from childhood. What he needed now was a helper. He needs someone to treat his wound.

The man continued to swing his legs, passing through the park, reading the map boards displayed in public places. He took down the bag, took out a pen and a small note. His eyeballs move to the right and left, noticing the branching lines and accompanying symbols.

"Hospital ... Kaizuka City Hospital."

Fifty minutes after continuing, he arrived at the hospital. The receptionist who saw the bloody man immediately directed him to the ER and called the guard doctor.

Ten minutes, the wound is finished sewn. But the doctor did not let her go. Due to the loss of a lot of blood, he had to undergo a transfusion.

The man had lost consciousness. When she woke up, a nurse smiled at her.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, Shiragami Eiji the same!" The nurse said good morning.

The man did not answer. While the nurse was doing her job. Then, it goes back to saying, "Osuwari ni tetsudaimasenka?"

"Yarimasu, jibun de yarimasu." Eiji refused the nurse's offer to help her sit down. He can do it himself.

The nurse also offered to help her eat. However, Eiji refused. The man asked for time.

"See, nanji?"

"Gozen hachi ji go fun desu."

Eight o'clock five in the morning. Eiji. He evicted the nurse who was still trying to offer help.

"God! I can't believe I fainted that long. Anki, what about Anki?"

When the heart bounces at the thought of the younger brother, his stomach rings. A pleasant aroma could be smelled in the room. Looking to the right, a complete package of food has been presented on the nightstand. The quick eating of that food.

He was about to leave his room when he realized the infusion hose was still attached. It's very disturbing his movements. Eiji pressed the nurse call button. He insisted that the unfinished infusion be removed from him.

Next, Eiji changed the patient's shirt with black pants and shirt. He hurried to Abe no Harukas after finishing administration.

Eiji ran, riding the elevator towards the room he had worked on before. Upon arrival in front of the room, Eiji attached a wireless transmission to the scanner. He knew that the door could not be opened in the usual way.

However, just as Eiji was attaching the small object, something unexpected happened. Eiji.

[Bug detected.]

"What's? I didn't add this kind of feature. How come?"

Eiji was confused. Iron bars fell from the ceiling, locking them between the doors. He pulled the little thing back.

He backed away, away from the door. Still, the bars didn't lift. He tried to move it.

"Dam."

Eiji hit the bars, causing a clang. Shortly after, some people came. Eiji looked up at one of them.

"Mr Shima, give me my sister back!"

"Your sister? What are you talking about? Why ask your sister?"

"Not many reasons! You locked him in there, didn't you?" snapped Eiji pointed at the door next to him, "Free him!"

"Oh, so you want to kidnap my girl?" sahut the redhead man.

"Mr Kim, this is just a misunderstanding. Free him! He's our man, "please Shima put herself in charge as a mediator.

"Stop your bullshit!" snatch Eiji again. She's fed up with Shima's pretenses.

"alright. It would be troublesome if he stayed there. Just block the door. I'll open that cage. Move him to another room! I don't want this bully to break the door again."

"Good, Master!" answer in unison the subordinates. Two of them snatched Eiji. The man thrashed, shouting at Jong Hyun who opened the door.

"You, Goddamn man, don't touch my sister! Get Anki out of there!"

However, Jong Hyun ignored the scream. He entered the room, then closed the door.