TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR

Episode 35: HIS LIFE IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY

“Someone please explain to me what happened?” Jack looked around at the police while the Machina Factory Security Chief was still holding a gun to the helicopter containing Howard and Duncan Tramp.

“Stop this madness, Tim!” reprimand Lieutenant Mills who just arrived at that place with a loud breath.

“Terrorist-******crazy it will kill everyone, Lieutenant! Unless we give up what they want,” the Security Chief replied.

“You think what you're doing makes our business so easy?” Lieutenant Mills again scolded him.

The man looked unconcerned, “You heard what I said, Mr. The president? ******* it will kill its hostages one by one unless you surrender yourself to them.”

Howard and Duncan Tramp certainly heard what the Chief of Security had said clearly, but both of them seemed to be getting out of the helicopter. Therefore, the man again shouted, “Do you really want to sacrifice innocent people to die for you?”

“Consider your actions carefully, Tim!” Jack Higgins warned me. “What's the difference between you and ***** in there that threatens our country?”

“Higgins is right, Tim! Look at what you did..” added Lieutenant Mills.

“Pointing a gun to the President means you want to kill this country..”.

That sentence made the face of the Security Chief who had been tight turn into a little slack. Fidgety glanced around, only to realize the state of himself being surrounded by the apparatus with some of his men as well, where they all pointed a gun at him…ready to shoot if he does anything stupid that threatens President Tramp.

“You're right..why am I being this stupid?” muttered.

His body wafts, the handle on the revolver loosens until he finally no longer points his gun at the helicopter. Two police officers immediately grabbed his gun and rounded up the Chief of Security, put up handcuffs, and took him away. Duncan Tramp took the time to get off the helicopter and yelled at him, “You don't have to go back to Machina Factory, Tim! You're fired!”

“Enough, Mr. Tramp!” Jack warned, patting the young man on the back to ask him to return to the helicopter. “You should leave quickly before the situation becomes even stranger here.”

“Give everything to you, Jack!” said Duncan Tramp.

“Actually Lieutenant Mills is in charge here, Mr. Junior Tramp. But I will help him as much as I can,” Jack Higgins responded.

Lt. Mills, Jack Higgins, and Bill Sandford looked at the helicopter that rose into the air and drifted away. Lieutenant Mills' heart was sliced as the Apache began to disappear in the dark of the night. The person who should be responsible instead fled while across the street his men carried the Security Chief as a sickly.

What Tim was doing had actually crossed his mind. Lieutenant Mills has not been very sympathetic to Howard Tramp since he assumed the position of President in the country because what he did was unnatural as the leader of a great country. Fortunately, such a crazy idea is not. His position here is as a devotee of society. Even in a depressed state, it is impossible for him to do something that deviates even if he has to bear the consequences…

“Lienan Mills..I am really disappointed in you.” a sound from a walkie-talkie that makes Jack Higgins and Bill Sandford spontaneously turn to him.

“He's still observing us?” Bill asked nervously.

“She keeps an eye from the moment you take the President away to the helicopter. The team threatened the President because this man asked us to hand over the President or hostages would be killed one by one.” Lieutenant Tim replied.

“I'm getting curious as to who we're dealing with,” comments Jack.

YOHAAANGGG!!!!

All three jumped to hear the eruption of the walkie-talkie, “I'm glad you kept your promise. Then let me keep my promise.”

“Aa...what is it?” Bill was shocked. “He just shot a hostage?”

“That's because I let the President go,” Lieutenant Mills said raucously, there's a tinge of despair in it.

“Do you still want to stick with your stance, Lieutenant Mills? Wasting time on excuses and words?”

“Which part of my words do you not understand, eh? You failed to kill the President because he's gone from here forever.and he won't come back until you step aside.”.

“You can still call the helicopter to turn around, with President Tramp in it of course, or there will be another victim an hour…I think half an hour would be better to make your brain think faster..yes, yes.the next half an hour I would kill one life.and whoever I choose is your responsibility.”.

“DAMN! DAMN!” Lieutenant Mills scolded me.

At the same time, Carl Trish also cursed in a loud voice on the fifth floor. The man crouched down with a face of pain, clutching his ears that were buzzing violently when the****** just suddenly shot a gun so close to his ear. Carl is in pain because the grin affects not only his hearing, but the entire head as well. He felt something seeping from the ear hole and once he looked at his palm, there was a red liquid, which he feared his left eardrum was broken.

“Backed! Why don't you just shoot me!!!” erang Carl's.

“And let you die instantly with ease?” reply to the leader *******. “No! I let you live because I promised I'd kill you in an hour. Since I broke that promise by not killing you, then I will shoot you dead in half an hour.” After that the leader******* turns to his men, I will shoot you dead in half an hour, “Set him back to hall!”

One of the******* that stands behind grips the collar of Carl Trish's shirt and pulls him to leave the fifth floor immediately, while the other****** follows behind. But arriving at the emergency stairs, Carl put away the grip on his shirt and stood struggling, “Let go! I can walk by myself..”.

The leader******* is still standing in the window sill that was hollow because the glass shards were scattered by the bomb explosion as they tried to open the door of Duncan Tramp's study. He watched the point of light from what was once an Apache helicopter carrying away the target he had to kill. The longer the point of light was getting farther away in the darkness of the sky until it finally became a faint point that could not be distinguished from a cluster of stars.

The Secret Service guys are smarter and faster than the guys, their success protecting the President makes it here with a mission that can almost be said to be a complete failure. Forcing the President to return to this place with the threat of killing hostages one by one is just a ridiculous guarantee because he believes the President of America cannot give himself up again for the sake of ordinary civilians…it is impossible for the police or Secret Service to meet his crazy demands, but he does not want to end his mission empty-handed.

There was still another plan he had thought of. If he does have to fail to kill the President of America with his own hands, then at least he has to do something to kill the character of that person so that this damn country loses the symbol they can be proud of…

The leader******** made sure he was alone before he pulled the phone out of his pants pocket. Actually it is something taboo to carry around in the mission as he is currently living. The military only allows the use of communication tools in the form of walkie-talkies in the implementation of operations in the field, but he is accustomed to do ‘sikit’ cheating by carrying his phone, just as a tool for guard, just in case, and it turned out to be very useful for his new plan…

The attachment of the phone to the ear before the connecting tone was answered by the voice of a man who, although he had not seen for a long time but still recognized, “Halo? Abel Felaini here, who is this?”

“So that's your name now?” the leader********revealed in a scornful tone. “Halo, Abel Felaini..or should I call your name Abel Hisram?”

The voice on the phone paused for a moment, seemingly recalling the voice of the person who called him before answering, “Amir?”