Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

15. Living a New Life (1)

Dennis couldn't hide his white skin and handsome face even though he tried. With a camera hanging around his neck and a backpack containing shooting equipment, he was only stopped once by security.

"Freedom reporter, sir. Write an article in a wildlife magazine. About the way seagulls coexist with technology. This could be a reference material if there is an environmental conservation agency established around Tanjung Perak."

The security guard stopped listening when Dennis mentioned the wildlife magazine. He wanted to laugh at the sight of a flat face and expression that showed that they did not understand most of what he said. But of course he's holding.

Dennis did not want his mission this time to fail just because he was evicted by the offended security guard.

A few days ago, they got together for a briefing.

A woman with a neat appearance, hair rolled in a pinched spout shirt and skirt, handed out a paper containing details of their work.

"Operation targets this time are two groups, one supplier and one dealer. We don't have to catch everything, just break trust and derail the transaction this time." The woman explained in a firm voice. "A question?"

Dennis observed the contents in the shared sheet. Images and positions are made simply, but can be deadly if caught. Moreover, the woman shared it herself with each person, so she could manage the course of the information.

"The exact time and location, Miss," asked one of their colleagues who coded Bruno's name.

"XYZ Warehouse, Rock pier. During the e-mail," replied Miss CC who asked them to burn the paper after recalling the information.

When surup, is when the sun begins to set. Even so, Dennis had been there since 11 p.m. With the condition of the legs that make it difficult to move quickly, the man looked for a strategic location. The number of containers can make the job easier or vice versa.

Dennis began to dwell and take shelter after finding a location that was close to strategic. While waiting, Dennis prepared a long-range rifle. He'll move when the time comes.

A few hours later, Dennis heard the sound of an approaching vehicle, a boxcar that had stopped near an abandoned warehouse. Two men came down and combed the location, while the other remained seated inside. Dennis tightened up, fused with the shadow of the container when he heard the approaching sound.

Even after the sound of the move drifted away and his position was relatively safe, Dennis still held his position. Only about a quarter of an hour before the information-based time.

It wasn't until five minutes, that two other vehicles came. Some anchovies come down and spread followed by bald men wearing safari shirts and gold necklaces, Dennis is sure the last one down is one of the frontman of the supplier. The tip of the rifle was pointed at one of the man's vital parts.

Only the discipline of running errands forced Dennis to switch targets and wait for signals.

A cat suddenly meowed like he was struggling and ran away.

There's no other sign that's clearer than that. Dennis' long, slender fingers pulled the trigger 0.1 seconds after the sound. The bullet, which exploded, pushed the target to death without any lives, followed by panic and chaos. An indistinct scream from where he was.

Dennis watched from afar as one of the supplier members shot towards the dealer group blindly. It was used by Dennis' team members to eliminate some of the bald accomplices. An enraged baldy, shot his panicked men then rushed to leave the location with his other subordinates.

The limp man quickly shifted from his location. Surely the guards heard the shot released by the bald man. He was sure, not for long and this place would already be filled with police.

"Snipe!" Call a familiar voice Dennis, half yelling.

He looked back and found a motorcycle speeding towards him. The bike turned 180 degrees and slowly reduced the speed until it stopped next to Dennis. Uncommanded, Dennis sat in the back bollard and within minutes, had left the warehousing area.

The vehicle had just stopped in the crowd, hundreds of meters from the port where they were acting.

"Trims, Rab," Dennis said.

Rabid raised his fist while driving away. His figure immediately disappeared among other road users who then passed by the asphalt.

Dennis followed the flow of people and would climb onto one of the city shuttles when there was a hand preventing him. He turned around quickly, the adrenaline was still high making Dennis' senses more sensitive. More aggressive.

"Gudge ...." The person who pulled his shirt from behind raised both hands and smiled widely.

"Consider..what do you want?" dennis asked the man who had met at the market some time ago.

The man gave Dennis a black plastic bag.

"Where's your wand, Young Master?" tanya Antok, her voice was more hoarse than usual.

"It's none of your business" replied Dennis who stuffed the plastic bag into the backpack in annoyance.

"Mas, so up, ndak?" this time the driver asked.

"Sir, Sir. He's the same as me" Antok said ahead of Dennis, making the white man even more upset.

The black cargo drove away from Antok and Dennis. Antok took out a cigarette and lit it, after a few suction, he started talking to the core.

"Someone's looking for you," started Antok in a low tone. Before Dennis gave a response, he continued, "the info about you is leaking."

Asshole! Dennis in my heart. There is nothing scarier for secret agents than data falling into the hands of others and being their target.

"While you're lost first, our mission is to love others."

The order sounded absolute in Dennis' ears.

"How can it leak?! What are the central people doing?!"

"Gee!" Antok cleared his throat as Dennis' screams began to provoke the curiosity of other road users.

"We're investigating, false-feed. But it took me a while to see you. You're patient." Antok walked away, leaving Dennis scrambling his hair in annoyance.

Realizing he could not act recklessly, Denis spun Surabaya for two hours before returning to the small house he shared with Yanti. The man hoped that nothing bad would happen.

.........

Elsewhere, somewhere else,

Mr. David was kneeling and hugging his wife and two children at gunpoint.

"Please, Sir. We're really sorry. I will soon raise money to pay off the debt," the man asked, trying to toughen up despite the fear of dying.

"You said the same thing last week, but it still didn't work. Maybe I should eliminate one of you as an example." threatened the head of the armed man.

"No! Please forgive us! Help me!"

Mr. David and his wife cried pleading, stroking the body of his young son, and a girl who had begun to grow up.

The leader who had been sitting, was now standing and crouching in front of the young girl. As he lifted his head, the lips of the girl trembled on his oriental face. The nose is sharp and the face is smooth, what an unsightly woman. The girl's eyes closed tightly, not daring to look back at her.

"Your son can work for me" the man told Mr. David.

"It's just me, sir! Not my son!" exclaimed Mr. David who was cold blood knowing his daughter was the target of a loan shark.

The girl named Yessy did not dare to make a sound even as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Bring all your money here, or I'll bring him, '" said the chairman.

David looked at his wife and whispered, "Mi, love your jewelry."

"What's? Why jewelry? The debt is Papi!" his wife whispered in annoyance.

"Already! The important thing is to love first, then Papi buy again if it's profitable," persuaded Mr. David.

The woman stared dejectedly at her husband and reluctantly removed the earrings, necklaces and bracelets she was wearing. Mr. David collected the jewels and handed them to the chairman.

"This is it, Boss.. I-I'll pay you the rest soon!"

The Chairman took the jewelry from the trembling hand of Mr. David. His face looks sour. "Be aware that this jewelry is fake. You won't escape just by losing one family member."

"Come, we're going!" The Chief ordered his men to follow.

After the horde left the room, Mr. David's body immediately felt limp. He had not expected getting involved with a leech would be so terrifying. Had he known, he would have borrowed elsewhere. But it's hard to get a loan from a friend, lately.

Yessy sobbed as she ran to the room, leaving behind her parents and sister. She ignored the call of her Mommy and Papi.

He knew that his Papa business was in decline. The girl did not know that they would charge while carrying a weapon after forcing their way in. What the man did, made Yessy disgusted.

Luckily, Mami still has jewelry. But how long will they live in terror like this.

.........

The next afternoon, Lili visited the house of one of her close friends, Iik Hua. They sit on the porch of the house while enjoying the fragrant jasmine tea.

"I can't see Yessy, where is she, Iik?" ask Lili.

"Oh, he... She may be practicing tennis with her friends," Hua replied with a smile that had already disappeared a few seconds later.

Lili felt something was strange about her friend. He looked agitated and tense, as if afraid that someone was watching him from a hidden place. Lili lifted the already warm cup of tea to her lips.

"Dennis also went to the house last week, he's reported to be Yessy," Lili's fishing rod.

"Oh, yeah... Yessy was healthy," Hua replied, again her eyes were glaring and unfocused.

Upset that Iik Hua did not respond to the story and his visit well, Lili decided to go home soon.

"Oiya, Iik, tomorrow there's an event at my house. If Yessy doesn't have an event, tell her to come, Iik."

Iik Hua replied briefly, he did not even realize when his friend said goodbye and remained sitting on the terrace holding a cold cup until nightfall.

.........

At Dennis's house, Yanti is accompanying Waskito who is learning to walk.

The young mother was persuading her son to stand up. Many times he tried to straighten Kito's body, his son even raised both legs together. Even though yesterday Kito could pull the chair he was sitting in.

Dennis who occasionally saw, was amused by the behavior of the mother and child. The book he opened to read, sits sweetly on his lap and hasn't changed pages since the last 30 minutes.

"Come, Son, Kito... Let's go, Le... Kito pinter," Yanti's seduction whom she doesn't ignore her son.

"ee... Nna! Wuuk! Yuk!" exclaimed Kito who finally squirmed after Yanti made him stand up again.

"He doesn't want to, don't be forced" Dennis said.

Yanti clucked, she was lazy to hear Dennis's talk that was getting chatty from day to day.

"Pity, still a child" Dennis continued with a mocking smile.

"Sir Dennis doesn't have to follow" Yanti said, warning.

"Hmmm? I'm here, not to go with anything." Dennis dodged and tried to be funny.

Yanti who was annoyed with Dennis' words, so even more annoyed because she could not reply to the words.

Waskito, who heard Dennis and his mother's voice, interrupted. "Yet! Yak!" both hands raised, briefly up, briefly to the side.

This time, while writhing again, Yanti let go of her grip. The woman was in a fight with Dennis who did not want to budge. Slowly but surely, Waskito crawled closer to Dennis.

His second argument only stopped when our little hand touched Dennis's leg. The surprised Dennis looked down at the little boy who was staring at him with sparkling eyes. The boy smiled and showed off two small teeth.

"Yet! Kayaks!" exclaim Waskito happy.

Denis had no idea what Yanti's son was saying. But from the way the boy looked at him and the other gestures, the man got a bad feeling. Somehow he felt, if Yanti's son was calling him 'Pak'.

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