THE GANGSTAR KING'S
Part 22 WAR!
the Gangstar King - The
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"War"
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A glass of bribed champage on the white table, beside him stood a young man with a disheveled appearance. On his index finger and middle finger was tucked a cigarette that had been left half. He wanted to thank the angina of the night that was fair in calming the frustration that was stirring in the head.
His lips were grieving when the shadow of the girl again filled the contents of the head. It's a waste of her standing in an apartment balcony for hours if the girl keeps haunting. Cursed be Vania, because of you I can't sleep. Weird, right? Though the girl's body was not as sexy as the models who had asked her out, she was also not as dignified or elegant as the women her father had introduced. He even tends to be sloppy, strong-witted, weird, and annoying. But somehow only Vania can make a Rangga Wijaya pratama mess.
The onyx bead is pinching, under its place there is a black hooded figure. Middle sculpting with a wide grin, alarms danger signs in Rangga seemed to roar. Especially in his hands there are firearms, stared at the figure of the goal. As much as possible Rangga should know the characteristics of the figure in detail. Because that's all he can do now. After a few minutes the figure turned around, Rangga reflex took a square object nailed to his pants. Typing a few syllables and then sticking the smartphone to the ear.
“Raihan, looks like we got a problem.”
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“Why are you going so easily, huh?!”
The slanted smile was engraved in that thin lips, the opening of a black hood that hid its dark mane.
“Only meet the baby.” pause for a moment, the hooded man commented on the terrible grin "Oh, but now he's big."
A large tall figure with bright red stripes appears to pull the collar of the black hood with reddened eyes for holding back anger. Meanwhile, another figure with a sniper in his hand seemed to care less—ia was busy aiming at thousands of people in front of them accurately,
One shoot one kill.
“See that! because of you our last mission failed!” yells.
Or the...
Letting their bodies be hollowed out by bullets just for duty? Whafs? The department?
No, it's no longer important. The uniformed man is clearly trying to prevent the sailing of the ship containing thousands of narcotics heading southeast. Meanwhile, the smugglers did not stay silent, even if they would not let their source of money be taken for granted.
DOR'S!
Shots in the air, followed by red smoke sign of increasingly runny conditions. The sound of sirens sounded not far from where the battle was. The port now almost equaled the battlefield.
“Give up!”
The man in uniform was grieving when his call was not responded to by the enemy. Wildly he shot at the opponent before him, approaching 3 hooded human figures with masks wrapped in half their faces.
“That's him! Catch 3 hooded figures there! They are the elite squad of The Gangstar King!”
Meanwhile, the three figures in question only display the flat face of—minus with a large grumpy high figure.
“Polyphemus, go. You're our tank, right."
“Do not call me by that strange name, Gold!” reply si ‘polyphemus’, after which he jumped down from where they stood, attacking straight while shooting at them with M134 Minigun spewing dozens of bullets. The victims fell by him.
"While the name is suitable for you who are big height" he said, sniffing his shoulders.
The figure called Gold was grinning, casually he filled 2 Glock ’20 handguns effortlessly. His beautiful bead clenched and found the space next to it empty. It's been confirmed that Black has gone to find a new position. Given that their stronghold has been urged by the increasing number of enemies. He grinned, preparing to stain his hands with blood.
“Basic dog government.”
His red bead glittered in the dark, with a tremendous speed he approached the enemy like a lion, thousands of plans arranged in his brain like the ingenuity of a goat, say he's as crafty as a snake.
The grim reaper spreading terror again.
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Tbc
