IMPOTENT HUSBAND
He has to pay!
The chaos that had befell Marco's headquarters could be brought under control within hours. Huge losses befall them even distribution in a number of areas in a standstill because the supply is no longer there.
Well, Moa is indeed to blame in this. Marco had to meet his clients who protested against the failure of distribution and inadequate distribution materials.
"Why is this so? Aren't you usually supplying so much and guaranteed up to us?" Protest Mr. Bobs the pseudonym of their transaction.
Marco was silent but his flat face did not ask for a plea or just an apology. They were in a big port on the edge of town and right inside a medium-sized ship guarded by Mr. Bobs' men.
Marco only came with Mubai because his type did not like many followers who went like this heavy smoker stockman.
"I can't explain in detail. There's a problem and it's been solved!" Marco was not begging for more.
"Return the money I gave you before! You are not worth the transaction!" The coach was brave because he thought Marco was in big trouble so he could play with this guy.
"You're asking for your money?" Marco and Mubai asked silently with two of Mr. Bobs' men behind the man's chair.
"certain. You can't give us the goods and give us the money back."
"How long has it been in business with me and you still don't understand it, either" muttered Marco with his legs still holding a haughty look around where many were lurking his life.
Mr. Bobs was silent. He was actually waiting for Marco's weakest moment to attack because this man was too arrogant and cunning.
"I'm asking for my money back and if not you.."
Marco turned the table and Mubai swiftly shot the two subordinates behind Mr. Bobs who were shocked when Marco immediately pulled his nape to his feet and brandished the gun to the temple.
"Press-me, hm?" Marco's fizz pressing the tip of his gun ready to explode made Mr. Bobs tremble in cold sweat.
His subordinate who also wanted to shoot immediately stopped when he saw his master was already in sandra.
"Drop the gun!!" Hard Mubai stood behind Marco so that no one would attack from behind.
"Drop it or blow its head!" Fizz Mubai again.
"J..drop it!" Pinta Mr. Bobs trembled at his men who immediately dropped the gun.
Not yet had the gun touched the floor, the explosion of bullets in Marco's gun had shot into their respective heads until the place became a field of corpses in an instant.
Mr. Bobs who saw it paled because his men were no longer standing.
"B..The boss! You.you don't be rash. I'm not gonna ask for that money and.and I.."
Marco grinned at the devil and shot at Mr Bobs' temple until the shirt he was wearing was splashed with fresh blood all the way to his chin.
"Here, boss!" Mubai gave a handkerchief to Marco who took the thing.
"Repair this corpse. Don't let the police!"
Mubai nodded immediately contacting their members here. Marco pulled over on the side of the ship rubbing blood on his chin and threw the unworthy shirt on his body into the sea.
The athletic body is perfectly emblazoned and there are tattoos on the shoulders, back and arms that are shaped like a typical fire.
However, Marco's hand touched the left abdominal area where there was still a puncture scar from Moa a few weeks ago.
"Until now I won't let go of you" said Marco, unconcerned by this mess.
It is precisely because of Moa that is difficult to conquer that he increasingly wants the woman.
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Moa was still inside this cold room. The blood on her temple had dried up and Moa's face was quite pale because she was depressed and did not want to eat.
His mind was always on Noah. Well, if he dies here Moa is very grateful to be with his son and will not see the boy in pain again.
"I'm sorry" Moa muttered leaning against the wall that felt so cold to her.
Moreover, Moa only wears oversized shirts with daleman inside without any pants. This is all she wears because Marco often wants to harass her and force her to wear sexier clothes than that.
"Why is the gas leaking??? Isn't that over!!"
"Forms leak? Any more?" Moa asked confusedly.
Not only that. Actually, it's not Moa who leaked the gas because she was in brackets here can't come out burning anything.
Moa just killed every officer who delivered food to her and about the fire, the broken system and so on at this base Moa did not feel like doing it after being in brackets.
"Hurry to deal with this matter otherwise, the boss will finish us off!!"
"Yes!! The gas has spread!"
Moa stood sticking her ear to this iron door. The sound of the crowd outside was still faint-sayup heard when Moa thought the chaos had stopped because of silence but it turned out to be unexpected.
"I have to take advantage of this damage to get out!" Moa muttered immediately to smack at the door.
From the above fentilation. Enter the gas that makes Moa close the nose because this gas will damage the respiratory system if inhaled too long.
"Get me out!!" Moa shouted at the door.
Moa held her breath and took the chair she was sitting in. With all his energy, Moa slammed the object into the door so that the locking system ink will be damaged and error.
Sure enough, the gas that filled the room made Moa's chest feel burnt but she was relieved when the door opened itself.
It didn't take long for Moa to go out and take a lot of breath. The gas coming out of the pipe leak here again spreads with alarms that sound repeatedly.
The monitoring machine spoke to get them out immediately as the danger level had already risen to Emergency.
"Coolah!!! Get along!!"
Carlos who looks to secure the other teams that exist and the guards stormed into the area of the room where there is a leaky pipe.
Moa used this commotion to sneak out. He who is agile and agile did not hit a single Marco's men who ran to save themselves.
"I need to hurry before the stressed man returns," muttered Moa going to some unguarded hall block.
However, Moa still remembered her goal of coming here was doctor Wen. His steps swallowed because he felt like a failure if he returned empty-handed.
"I can't get out if I don't bring medicine for my son."
Moa immediately turned around and looked into a number of rooms. He ransacked the place and sometimes accidentally removed some tubes that were ready to explode if used carelessly.
"Isn't it here?" Moa was half frustrated.
He exited the room and went into another room. He just wasted time and energy let alone drained of energy and had not eaten anything since morning.
"Sia!! If I have to die, I'll catch up with my son!" Moa's growls immediately picked up the iron in one of the medical rooms and slammed it into a large pipe stream on the wall.
He's really crazy as if he doesn't care about dying here. What's clear is that if his son doesn't survive then none of the people here will live.
"Dialaaan!!!" Maki Moa hit for the fifth time until the pipe was completely leaked.
Moa's laughter broke. The corner of his eyes water, between happy and sad mixed because soon he will be able to accompany his son.
"Like this isn't bad. He won't be in pain anymore and I'll always be by his side, either" Moa muttered with blurred vision as the gas also breathed.
Over time his body lost power and Moa staggered down unable to support his own body.
However, before his body hit the floor violently, the silhouette of one's shadow came swiftly catching Moa's waist with an already seething and monstrous handsome facial expression.
His heart was pounding at the wound on the temple and Moa's pale face had already lost consciousness.
"He'll pay the price for this!" His growl tightened his jaw tightly even the look in his eyes turned extremely frightening.
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