Trapped by a Handsome Wolf
CHAPTERS. 116 Detectives Arraigned
8 PM'S. Wasington, USA
plaques...
"Aishhh what the hell?" Jordan grimaces when he gets a punch in the back of his head. "We want to lurk instead of being a candidate. What's this costume like?" Naturally, if Victon is upset, because Jordan's appearance is so striking with his suit.
"The fashion show. " Want to be surprised but he's Jordan. Victon could only sigh and then give him a gun. "Don't forget our ultimate goal, after successfully pulling it straight out of here."
Jordan also walked still with his eccentric appearance. "Change boss's shirt." Maxton. Surprised by Jordan's half-brain is not in time.
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GEDUBRAK...
"What the hell is Jo?" Victon spoke only with a movement of his mouth complete with his regretful expression. For God's sake Jordan sucks, in a crucial time like this the man still had time to act. Jordan even salto forward like a special forces who are on a mission.
"I'm the mafia. We do it like a mafia, piww.piww." Jordan pointed his gun at the flat-expressed Victon's face. Apparently Jordan was trying to be funny, but it wasn't funny at all.
"Hope!!!"
With the illumination of a flashlight in Victon's hand, the three men drew closer to the old building, which looked more bleak than the rest of the buildings. Winter is on and the changes are yet to be accepted by Jordan's immune system.
wuhuhhh... Jordan rubbed his palms together while blowing with his breath.
"Cold is this how good a kelonan." Chirp Jordan and managed to make two single men there bristling. Still sneaking around and as soon as they arrived at the entrance, they broke through just like that.
"Who is it?!!" Shouted a man with a thunderous voice. They looked at each other and then looked at each other in confusion. I want to know what if it's been like this.
"Roon!"
Aba-aba from Jordan makes them immediately run away in a storm. Passing through the hallway per hallway that is quiet until it is cornered in a dead end. There's only one door there. Without thinking long they went in and then down the stairs.
"Sh*it, it's a trap." said Jordan. "Tol*ol really lo Jo. I shouldn't have come." Victon squeezed his hair while walking slowly.
"Kok me anyway? you have a solution, huh?." - sergeant Jordan was upset too. The debate was still going on while tracing the stairs that were out of nowhere. "i'm panic okay?!!." Victon refuted complete with a very annoying expression.
"Sad, excuse!"
"Sstttt, can you shut up? listen to that." Maxton tilted his head then sharpened his hearing. All of a sudden..
Broooootttt. At what thought, it turns out Maxton is raping the two handsome men. The plaques.
"Blog*n!!" Jordan and Victon said, closing their noses. Jordan almost fainted from the poisonous gas. Actually want to play or what? The three men had no clear purpose since then.
The only thing that can be pursued by someone then ends up on this endless road. "This is the basement." Maxton muttered while looking at his right and left walls. No stranger or indeed he knows something, all is still gray.
"Stop!!" Suddenly Jordan felt something unnatural. Down there it was getting darker, so he blocked the hand of Victon who walked ahead. "The underground chamber is not so far. likely...." Jordan hung up his sentence while staring at Victon and Maxton alternately.
"Tunnel!!" Say them simultaneously. Jordan again gulped his saliva, not scared but a little depressed. If you have to go through the dark room down there, Jordan just wants to raise his hand.
Curiosity was masking his doubts. Jordan steadied his heart as he stepped foot. Not without careful preparation they came all the way to this country. If it was just to play around, Jordan couldn't possibly drag the super-busy Victon to join his mission.
Without them knowing if behind the scenes someone is sneering. "Prey comes alone to the tiger's cage." Her speech.
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- To Be Continued
