The Love of the Maharani

Desing Bullet

"After you get away from here, you have to let Tasya go, Frans. My men will follow you from a distance. So you won't be able to leave before you let my wife go!" Threaten Daffa.

"Yes. Yep. Yep. It's so noisy you are! When I get to the mainland, I will release Tasya. Just relax!" Frans promise while staring happily at the speedboat that has now descended into the ocean.

Daffa looked at Tasya in silence. That Tasya responded with a telepathic connection.

'Are you sure your plan is safe, honey? I was afraid.' Tasya said by telepathy.

'Relax Tasy. Just follow like my words. Remember, you have to hold your handcuffed position for five seconds when you are about to trace it to the ground deck floor!' Daffa reminded.

'okay..'

"Come, Pretty! Hmm. You better get down first!" Frans gave the order.

Tasya followed a rough push on her shoulder. With her heart beating fast, Tasya went down the stairs in a very slow step. To the point of making Frans almost lose his sense of patience.

"Quick Beautiful! Are you a snail or what?!" Hardik Frans to Tasya.

Daffa clenched his hands tightly as Frans scolded Tasya. He tried to refrain from crashing into Frans right now. 'Fuck you, Frans!' he swore in his heart.

With a step faster than his initial movement, Tasya went down the stairs. Meanwhile Frans followed Tasya not far in the two steps above her. Frans' handcuffed right hand now holds the gun and points it towards Tasya.

Frans was on guard if anyone dared to shoot, then he did not hesitate to pull the trigger towards Tasya. If he dies, then Tasya must die with him. Thought so.

Tasya lowered his head, and saw that there was one more rung before his foot was to walk to the base deck.

With a thumping heart, Tasya slightly raised his handcuffed hand with Frans's hand. Following the direction of the husband. In his heart he prayed, hopefully the husband's shooting team will not miss his hand or even his stomach.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

One sec. Two seconds. Three seconds.

And suddenly Tasya felt something dart between the handcuffs that tied her hands and Frans. As he felt his hands free, Tasya immediately ran into the hallway between the cabins on the ground floor. Regardless of Frans who was still shocked by what had just happened.

Frans begins to notice something is wrong when he sees Tasya running away from him.

"Damn!"

Frans immediately jumped up and fired his gun at the woman's back.

But suddenly a guard appeared behind Tasya. And Frans' shot hit the guard's shoulder. "Suck!"

Frans fired the bullet back at Tasya, who was still running. And Frans then hid behind the dumpster when he realized the sniper had managed to shoot his bullet into the handcuffs in his hands.

No doubt, Frans also did not pursue Tasya because of the shell casings directed to the entrance of the hall where Tasya ran away.

"Eagle motherfucker!" Umpat Frans is back.

The gun in Frans's hand had run out of bullets. With origin, he threw the gun into just about any place. And he took out one more gun that he hid from his pocket.

A bullet shot from above Frans. Almost hit his head. But Frans managed to dodge and run zig zag in order to avoid bullet shots from the top and East side.

Frans returned to cursing. And now he decided to go to the only one who could take him away from this place. Speedboats.

His legs were actually very tired, but adrenaline spurted his pace to keep going.

And Frans immediately fired two shots at the rope that tied the speed boat on this yacht. Only then did he jump onto the speedboat and start the engine.

Desing!

A bullet almost hit him again. Frans hurriedly lowered his head and pulled the accelerator pedal in his hand.

With his heart pounding, Frans was finally able to stay away from the yacht with his booty speedboat.

Occasionally there are still bullet shots that target the body of the speedboat. But Frans who was smart to play the speedboat finally managed to escape.

"Haha! Look at that Eagle! I can get away from you! You and your army won't catch me! Ahahahaha!!" Frans laughed out loud as he drove his speedboat at a speed that was at the threshold.

Meanwhile on board the yacht, Daffa lamented that Frans was able to escape.

Daffa handed over the gun he had used to shoot Frans to his men standing behind him. Only after that he asked the news of the wife through earphones.

"What about Madam?!" Ask Daffa with a tinge to his earphones.

"Madam is safe, sir. Two guards were injured after receiving a bullet in the back as Madam ran away earlier. But because of the bullet vests, their wounds were bruised" Daffa's men reported.

"Thank God! Secure Madam to the planned place and take care of Madam!" Daffa gave an edict.

"Ready, Sir!"

A few seconds later..

"Report Sir! Something happened with the speedboat the target was driving. There was a female figure that appeared in the back seat of the speedboat and did something to the target. The two are seen fighting and the speedboat becomes uncontrollable. The overturned speedboat is dead," reported Daffa's men back.

Daffa frowned. Trying to guess the identity of the woman referred to in his men's report earlier. Then, suddenly he thought of a woman.

"Whoever! Check cabin number 472. Is Miss Karina still in her room or not?! And immediately send the troops to go to the point where the speedboat was turned. Now too!" Tell Daffa with an urgent tone.

"Ready Sir!"

Daffa clenched his hands tightly. He hopes his guess is wrong. He hoped that Karina would not be on the speedboat with Frans. Because if Tasya finds out, his wife will be very sad.

"Report! Miss Karina isn't in her room!" Report Daffa's men through earphones.

"Find Karina back and browse the entire room on board. Report if there are any further developments!"

"Ready, Sir!"

Tak. Tics. Tak. Tics.

Daffa actually wanted to follow directly to where his wife is now. But with this new development, Daffa felt unsure about the fact that Karina was missing her.

Daffa decides to confirm Karina's condition first before he picks up his wife back. "Dear Tasya.wait for me.." murmured Daffa with a troubled heart.

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