The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

The Ruckus in the Middle of the Night

She's a woman, we're men. He's alone, the two of us. Unwilling to mince words, Christ and Bastian threw one kick at a time towards the woman standing in front of him.

Didn't expect the woman to curl even make their kick as if the weapon ate master. Their legs clashed. Makes the balance of both falter.

Bruyghk .... 

The bodies of both also fell inexorably on the sharpness of coral gravel. Don't imagine how painful it is. Moreover, they only wear thin shirts as body coverings. Fortunately not the skin of a model but the skin of a trained soldier. It feels but it doesn't hurt so much.

Physical pain can be withheld, but the embarrassment cannot be covered. Want to put this face on. Against a woman alone, lose.

Fortunately the atmosphere of the night with a very dense dark able to hide the faces languish full of pain because of defeat before the war.

“Christ?”

“I understand.” Christ immediately reached into the small pouch that was at his feet. Fortunately, he still kept the pollen. Now it's time to use it.

Christ squinted a little.  Then throw it at the woman who was preparing to attack him.

The woman was stunned, facing upwards, as suddenly there were grains of snow falling around her. He forgot their existence.

“Bastian.”

Christ pulled Bastian's hand to get away from the place immediately. In order not to get the effect of the pollen she had already thrown before the woman realized it.

They left the woman, headed for the headquarters according to the plan they had laid out.

“Wait for me on that plane! I'll go for a while.”

Moving by yourself is easier for Christ, than it should be for both. Especially in terms of infiltrating, Bastian is not an expert.

“Isn't it better we both go in?”

“Do not! There must be someone on guard here, so that we can quickly escape.”

“Good.”

Not until seconds Christ had disappeared from Bastian's sight.

“Quickly times he disappeared!”

While he still remains hidden behind the thickets, which many grow around the headquarters.

Intentions will tread the foundation according to Christ's command. But there was someone standing behind him.

“You have no kapok-kapoknya.”

Bastian stopped when something cold touched his cheek. Dach Address ...

He looked back too.

“Reacted you.”

A very hard kick he lay right about the woman's hand. Until the gun in his hand was thrown.

Although without a weapon the woman looked calm even able to fend off her attacks later. Even counter-attacking with punches and kicks that are very deadly.

A moment made Bastian look overwhelmed. But before long he could even counterattack. It even seemed that the woman was overwhelmed. Maybe because of gender, it's natural!

If Bastian loses, that's just questioned his manners. Cook lose to girls. Hehe ....

Under these circumstances, Christ came and helped her. It makes the woman weaker. Lha two-on-one ... defeat that a moment ago they experienced, now paid off.

Play koyokan sich, not gentle.

“Why does he know my name,” he murmured softly.

The two immediately ran to the runway of the plane, leaving Jamilah who was still sitting and confused. They got inside one of the fighter planes that were there and tried to fly it.

Hearts can be happy because they managed to steal data and fighter aircraft. But there's another problem. How to fly this plane. They don't have any skills about it.

Pull the top panel, set the position, turn it on, walk. Alhamdulillahot... Finally managed to fly it.

Hearing the roar of the plane, Jamilah also realized. Especially when he found out that the plane to be flown was a plane commonly used for fighting, he was very angry. He immediately got up and ran fast, catching up with the two. When we got there, the plane was really flying. Although it's only two feet off the ground. Do not want to waste time, Jamilah salto so that it can reach the fuselage. He continued to hang while moving to reach the door even though the state of the plane had begun to rise.

The situation below looks very busy. Some soldiers ran out of the tent. Even one of them had headed towards the runway, flying another plane, to chase after the intruder and the thief of their fighter plane.

Meanwhile, Jamilah's movement has reached the door of the plane. Unfortunately, his movement was blocked by Bastian. He was focused on directing his shot at the aircraft behind him. Without knowing if a pair of hands had reached near his heels.

Haven't had time to pull the trigger, his legs like someone was holding him firmly. He turned his rifle spontaneously. And ready to shoot the humans who bother him.

 Make the foot the only handle to go inside. Inevitably have to defeat the owner of the foot first.

One jolt, causing him to slump and eventually being thrown off the plane.

Byyuuurrrs ... Fortunately, it fell in the middle of the sea. There is hope to survive. Jamilah smiled happily to see his enemy is now bathing in sea water below. There is one more ....

Christ, meanwhile, looked serious about controlling the plane. In addition to never controlling the plane, also because there is a plane that follows it.  Makes himself more tense. So it is not realized that Jamilah managed to enter and is now standing behind him.

“Do not mess with my plane.”

Christ raised his head slightly, his gaze remaining focused no matter who was behind him.

“Ah, you Jamilah. When did you come?” He remained calm as if nothing had happened.

Be astonished at his attitude.

“Yes, here I return your plane. I'm not interested.”  He shifted his seat. Let Jamilah sit in his place.

What is really going on with this human? Why do you greet him with friendship. We are not acting as enemies at the moment.

“Already, immediately drive. I'm really confused about the plane. You're the expert.”

Keep silent, do not expect that the man in front of him behaves like that. What enemy is this?

“Hai, why daydream. I will not harm you. I promise.” He pulled Jamilah's hand to the seat he left behind.

“Hi don't daydream, the plane is about to crash!” Seen on the man's face.

Without saying anything, Jamilah immediately sat down and controlled the plane to its original position.

“Who are you?”

“Please send a signal to the plane behind it first, if you have mastered the plane. Let's not shoot. Dizziness me.”

There is no harm in following it. If this plane is shot, a big loss dong.

“Good.”

Not long after the plane taught them to go back.

“Already.”

“Thank you. Jamil." Jasmine."

“You know me?”