The Power of Cyra

27. Final Mission

Cyra and Celia celebrate their engagement with a unique event. Both girls are ready to be wives to their prince.

Celia who applied on the deck of the ship and Celia applied on the plantation land. The diamond-studded ring was beautifully sewn on the fingers of the fingers of these two girls.

"Cyra!"

"Hm!"

"Are you going back to Greece to follow your parents?"

Cyra is confused to say their last mission is to reveal one crime committed by Mr. Walton to occupy the ministerial post in the white building.

"Ethou Farel. I can't decide yet because I don't know if Celia will stay here or return to Morocco with our parents."

"really? then I can still meet you?"

"God willing!"

"Cyra!"

Marshal Farel grasped the girl's soft hand and then kissed her for a moment.

"Yes Farel!"

"Can I kiss your lips?"

"Deg....!"

"The request is specific to a husband to his wife, Farel and our status is not husband and wife."

Reply Cyra full of meaning very beautiful rejection without offending the lover.

Farel only smiled in amazement and then squeezed Cyra's nose in his wrath.

"I should go straight to KUA to marry you not to tie you up to a fiancee but not to touch you at all. What else is this lip."

Farel rubbed Cyra's lips with his thumb. His eyes both clashed while watching their lips.

The breath was suddenly hunting with a heart that could not be said to be okay.

"Cyras! Just a little, baby. I want to feel it. Please!"

Farel was still hoping for Cyra with a voice that sounded heavy as if holding something back.

"What you feel is no longer Farel's love but your devil-driven orgasm to destroy the purity of your love for me. Do you want to satisfy your na*slave, hmm?"

Cyra said trying to realize Farel who is being controlled by the devil at this time.

"Darling! we don't have sex, but we're just kissing."

"Don't follow the steps of the demon Farel, from a small one can cause a great calamity.

"But we don't have intercourse, baby. Just a kiss."

Farel still wants to quibble.

"If we are patient in obedience, it is much better, Farel. Satan is very weak. If we reject his temptation.

Even though Satan never gives up hope and lifts the suitcase to retire forever for failing to tempt us."

Both chuckle.

Regret always comes too late and I don't want to feel that feeling."

Reject Cyra firmly.

Farel finally relented to understanding this girl's feelings. Although he felt disappointed but his little heart did not deny that this girl was what he needed.

If a woman can take care of herself while she is still not bound by marriage, then loyalty will be a guarantee of the lasting household as long as it is carried out because of worship to God.

Cyra also does not blame the farel who is not able to handle his orgasm because it is familiar with the free lifestyle and raised in the western world.

"Cyras! Are you mad at me?"

"I'll get angry if you force me. And I can throw you on that hilltop."

Cyra said, but Farel did not understand what this girl was saying, he could only smile.

Farel pulled Cyra's wrist to look at his palace.

"I purposely built a house on this hill for my little family later and I will make it happen with you. I want us to raise our children here." Farel.

Both of them entered the European-style house. Cyra looks happy to have earned her dream by living at home on a hill.

Now she is going to marry an air force officer and will spend her time here.

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Cyra and Celia are currently on vacation with their families in Florida before leaving for their respective countries.

This is done to trap Mr. Walton and some of his friends who will be appointed as security defense minister in a few days.

The two were strategizing to attack the headquarters of Mr. Michael first before coming to the white building.

Cyra drives a bulletproof red sports car towards Mr. Michael's base. Within a few hours the car had stopped at the last dumping ground of used car piles.

This is where Mr. Michael's hidden headquarters is next to household industrial waste.

In a gate that looks unkempt from the outside but keeps the rot inside there that is not sniffed by the media and maybe also the legal apparatus.

"Is this their base,

Cyra?"

"It looks so Celia. They're good at choosing this place to be unknown to others."

"Do you want to go inside, Celia?"

"How do we get in if the fence's in the lock?"

"Have you forgotten I could open it so easily?"

Cyra sneered cunningly.

In an instant the fence was no longer shaped aka dent.

Cyra gas-fired the car into the main gate with his car like it wanted to fly.

The guards opened fire on the car, which was covered with bulletproof fire. Cyra broke through the door of the base, until his car entered the base room where some of his members were practicing.

Cyra got out of the car by counter-attacking the opponents with his strength. The faces of the soldiers no longer underestimated the girl they thought was dead on the high seas.

Each bullet that shot towards him, turned instead towards the member of Mr. Michael who ran like a rat as it hit the hot lead piercing through their bodies. The fishy smell of blood splattered everywhere with a collapsed body lying just like that on the white floor.

The weapons of the members were seized by Cyra and joined away from them to form a circle formation ready to chase after the remaining members of Mr. Michael.

Cyra just focused his mind on making the trash of society battered.

With a fiery rage, the base containing various types of weapons and ammunition was ready to be blasted by Cyra.

"You almost made me die back then and no one was sorry for me.

Now feel what it's like to face death with fire that will roast your body like a bolster pig."

His face looks angry to see the members who are begging him to be released.

"Miss...! Please don't do that to us! please don't kill us, miss!"

"What..? I did not hear your words. Didn't you laugh at me when your master tortured me?"

"Miss! We have a family to live with, please don't kill us!"

The howl of a frightened voice rang out to the heart of Celia who was still sitting in the car watching Cyra's retribution.

"Did you help me when I was tortured by your master, huh?

And you're Simon and your friend Hans, for the money you threw me into the high seas even you want to send me to hell, don't you?

Now I'm gonna send you to hell. I'll see the demons who've been waiting for you there."

Cyra re-entered his car and walked backwards to be able to blow up the place with ammunition.In an instant the building was already on fire with the sound of an explosion that was so powerful that fireworks decorated the night sky.

Cyra's car has returned to the streets of the capital to their apartment.

"Goodbye to your glory, Mr. Michael. No more members of yours will be your hunting dog to find the new prey you want."

"Cyras! Aren't we in trouble again after killing them?"

"It is not us who are in Celia's problem, but we who will solve the problem. Prison is too cheap for that gangster scum. One more duty is to expose the evil of Mr. Walton and Mr. Michael."

"Alright Cyra! Hopefully after this, we will no longer deal with the higher-ups of the country who always commit crimes to achieve their ambitions."

Said Celia while sighing in relief.