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One figure who collapsed on the second floor due to Ian's shot, in fact did not make a fuss happen at the nightclub. All the creatures in that place were not disturbed at all, even when two people dragged the corpse of the man who turned out to be not Ian's target.

Ian's problem now is a sexy creature nicknamed the woman of the night who is in front of Ian, who is getting wild to wander the man's body. "Crazy!" Umpat Ian after some time trying to control himself. Especially the one down there. He needs diversion.

As the woman touched him more and more, Ian's eyes scanned her surroundings. And. can, Ian saw a man "wine" in the middle of all humans who have a partner. Ian herded the woman who seemed to have been frozen to the touch. One round and Ian managed to take off the woman's entrapment.

"Rasain lu's. I give you sustenance not to be rejected." Ian said as he blinked towards the man. The man initially gawked but saw a sexy woman, who would refuse. The next second the two gender-different humans were already struggling hotly. Even the two of them instantly pulled over, looking for a gap to reach the world's nirvana.

"The windfall is not that. Stay crushed." Ian's Chuckles.

Ian turned around and split the crowd of human beings who were partying, enjoying the paradise of the world to relieve stress, it is said. The man climbed the stairs, ascending to the second floor. Ian's eagle eye scanned, aided by The Eye, looking for a target that was likely among the hundreds of people in the place.

Until Ian's ears caught up with the conversation that convinced him that the person he was looking for was in there.

"I should have killed him right away. Why is it only made sick and can be cured. Ndak't fuckin' shit."

"We're just doing our job. The reason why he's doing that is none of our business."

Ian stopped his steps. Then approached towards the room which although soundproofed, Ian could hear the conversation of the people inside. The conversation made Ian curious. Plus a scan from The Eye revealed that it was the person he was looking for.

The man looked for a gap to enter, until the opportunity came when a servant wanted to deliver a drink into the room. When Ian entered the room, he saw two men who were talking accompanied by ahem.

The two men chatted in the company of drinks as well as hand touches from the woman they hired. Ian waited for a moment. The two men were half-stapled. Hendrick Pitterson and Rahmat Asram, two names that appear in the search for suspects who infected Abian while in Saudi Arabia.

When the two men were half conscious and the women were working, Ian started the action. The man gave the two women a code to continue doing his job. While Ian, the man sat in a chair, grabbed a small slockey and filled it with Vodka, this time 50% of his alcohol content.

"Have you guys just got a mission?" Ian began to ask. The two men turned their heads towards Ian who was in their view a woman of the night.

"Mission infects the boy. Just be right. I thought we'd be told to finish who. It was just a kid." The man with the accents of the bule looked disdainful.

"Do you know who he is?" Ian tried to hold back his anger. The man before him seemed silent, enjoying the touch of his woman who began to pamper his private area. The man occasionally hisses favors. The man's friend who has an Asian accent is also not much different. The two men were both floating because of the woman's touch.

"I don't know his name. He just said, little kid's good bait."

Ian's breaking the table. Making the two women immediately run away, Ian unhesitatingly pulled out his gun and shot two thighs of the Asian-accented man, Rahmat Asram.

"How dare you call it bait?" furious Ian. Ian's face flushed with restraining emotions. Seeing his friend being shot, Hendrick immediately pressed the emergency button. The button that connects to the security post with the super terrible bodyguard.

Doooorrr, one shot was fired and Grace died with her left chest covered in blood. Hendrick panicked and died. The man started to get scared. Ian grabbed Hendrick by the collar and dragged him out of there.

"Two directions at 3, one way at 12, one way at 9."

Ian held tightly to his beloved black Glock. As soon as the door was closed, one shot of Ian slammed towards 12 o'clock. A large tall man collapsed instantly with a gunshot wound to the head. "Snice shoot!" ian's murmuring was terrible.

Hendrick was terrified to see Ian's shrewdness in the shoot. The gunshots this time also made no sound. The second floor that had been calm suddenly boomed. After the man fell in the middle of the floor with a blood wound.

Ian half-dragged Hendrick's body. The man was so scared. He was a hit man. But seeing Ian firing at people casually and guiltlessly, Hendrick chirped. The man who was holding him was definitely not an ordinary man.

Ian's precision and speed in stalking his prey is impressive. Ian could even casually drag him out of there amid the lunge of bullets from the bodyguards that started chasing him after Grace's corpse was found.

"Prepare the pick-up." Ian's orders.

"Where am I going to take you? I don't want to come!"

One shot Ian tightened and Hendrick immediately kicep could not make a sound. Seeing a dead bodyguard with wounds in his private area. The man was horrified to see the seemingly ordinary Ian after finishing off his enemy in a way he thought was a little cruel.

"If you keep chirping, I'll blow up the source of the sound." Hendrick closed his mouth. Afraid that Ian would actually do it. Shoot mouth.

"120323." The Eye entered the code he had already copied before. Ian drags Hendrick's body out of the place through a secret door The Eye finds. The door opened and Ian immediately threw Hendrick's body at the two people who were waiting for him.

"Go, take him to the usual place." Ian gave the order. The two men obeyed. Pull Hendrick's body and take him away from there. When the car that took Hendrick away. The door opened and dozens of bodyguards were ready to blow Ian's head off with a gun in each hand. Instead of being afraid, Ian smiled happily.

"Show time." Ian pulled one gun from his right boot. And the shootout happened. Ian with the help of The Eye managed to dodge dozens of bullets that lunged towards him. The man occasionally fires hot lead from the muzzle of his bullet. With an accuracy of one hundred percent, every bullet that Ian punched was always right on target.

The man cursed when his arm was again scratched by a bullet. Even the man twice almost became a victim of stray bullets. Shootout that night, it was terrible. Not ten minutes. Some of the bodyguards Ian can handle. One of the two bodyguards that survived chose to flee from there.

"A nice night." Ian started wearing his helmet. The man had just received a call from a number he was not familiar with. Long time silent that call. One message went to Ian's phone. A message that made Ian furious. "Track this number!" The Eye immediately responded. While Ian began to drive his bike away from the place.

Ian clucked in annoyance. Hear information from The Eye. "You want to mess with me apparently. Well, I'll see how far this game goes." Inner Ian.

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