Kaliningrad Peninsula
When King Ram finishes his sexual desire in Lucinda Sarka's love nest. Our Bo Bider had his mind made up to swap to a fresh Korean passport with the help of Lucinda's Sarka political influence in the Republic of Lithuania. "I will be a Bio Boo and will revive Biders Pachinkos."
He can hear from the walls how the bed is screeching and Lucinda is begging the King of Thailand for mercy. Her mind was to let him come inside and convince him to help her.
Her legs did the deed. They left first.
"How was it with the monarchy?
"He will spare us from Jakarta's commando."
"I would love to enjoy his beloved love before his eyes as you slowly slit his throat until I come. But all said and done I am happy my American influence to spread eagle did help you."
"I let you rape me later." Lucinda's Sarka foot slides out high heels in elastic black dress shining like a diamond, her smoothness of wax tanned black foot toes claws on Senators between.
"Can I join in?" Gintautas Nauseda turns back from the business class driver's seat to smile.
We knew psychopaths in a mix like Nauseda and Bider will only nourish a sex cocktail like our Lucinda.
They drove off to shower King of Thailand sweet they shared to kill her former head of security and plan further meeting with Seoul, Singapore and Kuala Lumpur envoys to attract investors from King of England and King of Netherlands diplomats delegated to these tasks to oversee foreign operations.
"I hold a surprise for you in mind my dear. I forgot to tell you tonight dear you will get to comb, climb and sit on Chinese Communist dynasty Xi Sex."
"I have not had a good Chinese dick for a long time." Her toe claws ripened harder on his love piece. "I might let you to see him to rape me. We enjoy talking about him with his wife. I am sucking him up to see his communist dynasty."
They continued their business class vehicle on Chiang Mai to Udon Thani. It was all her pleasure in Sakhon Nakhon love motel.
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They break his legs outside the sexual contract agreement.
His satanic agreement.
"What is focking wrong with the 666 prick?" Nigerian Cheslov stood looking at the King of Thailand.
"I beg you." The King of Thailand spoke.
Nigerian Cheslov delivers another blow to his knee with a ten kilograms construction hammer to show the world and Kaliningrad Peninsula on the news. He crippled him.
The whole Klaipeda and Lithuanian Stefan from Klaipeda can watch back home what a beggars King he is. Our King Ram of Thailand.
Lithuanian Stefan was happy sitting in the car when he opened a new taxi business in Thailand.
The King allowed his children to be massacred for organ trafficking in black market. It was The King Ram of Thailand's fault.
Our NATO heroes were lucky they received a telephone call from Pioter Blat.
"What?! This motherfocka needs help. I give a call to our mutual continental security hero Doctor Henrik in prison to send his men to see this made sexual predator King. I am sorry I will be busy on other line."
He dials.
"Stefan my dear friend, I have a new taxi business proposal for you to open in Thailand. I heard they are good at avoiding taxes."
"Ok." Lithuanian Stefan spoke his words.
It was only words he knew.
They left.
It was a true story of Sakhon Nakhon.
"I know even Dr Bider sucked your dick last week you will stay crippled my dear King of Thailand."
Nigerian Cheslov steps on his face for his eyes to blackout.
He walks away for him to wake up and know he is handicap all of his life because he only cares about himself.
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"The Myanmar conflict brought orphans with cocaine to Thailand Kingdom." Our Magnum Mage cut his mind. "They took their organs and shipped them in medical supplies to South Korea for international trade."
"We will kill them." Our NATO hero completes to a full stop.
Simon is thinking with the Bangladesh boxing team how fast they could murder the Republic of Lithuania syndicate because his planned holidays and Thai boxing camp are taking too long. "How long before Lord Ignacius rapes Lucinda?"
"I heard I have a competition. The United States of America Senator Bider and his paedophile dick is in my way." Lord Ignacius made an observation for the Bangladesh boxing team to enjoy in loud laughter slapping their hands speaking foreign language.
Them laughing and masturbating their fists in the air holding their breath they drove to a next combat to see them.
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Gintautas Nauseda twists his car tires to twist in sides hitting other vehicles like bowling balls for Bangladesh boxing team to step out to see them.
They have leather jackets on their white vests holding bin bags for their victims' faces to be brought into a steel reaffirmed tourists van.
Their faces covered in pieces of cut and ripped white cloth they walk shooting in the air for pedestrians to run and scream.
They scream not letting go of their eyes from the smoking vehicle. The Kuala Lumpur commando just finished his job. He knew their navigation.
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One walks up to Senator, pulls him out of his vehicle on street lamps romance and swears to his god before eye witnesses on the street.
His non dwelling hand fills sadistic sexual predator silver suit trousers bottom American made assault rifle and cuts him open with a live gun fire.
The former screams compare to silence. They pull blond, pink and blue dreadlocks of European women in a black spandex silk dress to glow from romantic street lights and pull her on one foot without heels showing her black lingerie with white knot to preserve a present to our NATO heroes.
The wandering eyes of Gintautas Nauseda like a sexual predator's eyes are shining in a commando look. He lights his cigarette to enjoy watching her in between and follow these intruders to their love nest.
He inhales his smoke. "I will join this orgy."
With Bider dead by their side, the boxing team knew that they could take on any challenge that came their way. And as they set out on their most dangerous mission yet, they were determined to see it through to the end, no matter the cost.
Bo Bider was a man with a past shrouded in mystery, a man who had joined the ranks of the independent third party with one goal in mind - to take down a ruthless leader who had seized control of the country through fear and intimidation.
But as the fighting raged on and the bodies piled up, it became clear that Bo was no ordinary soldier. He was a Senator, driven by a burning hatred that consumed him completely. It seemed that he had lost his identity, consumed by a lunacy that bordered on the supernatural.
And yet, amidst all the chaos and bloodshed, there was one woman who caught Bo's eye - Lucinda Sarka. A woman driven by her own desires - both sexual and financial - Lucinda was a force to be reckoned with, a woman who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.
Their relationship had begun in the distant land of Skouds, a place of ancient magic and forgotten lore. It was there that Bo and Lucinda had first laid eyes on each other, two lost souls drawn together by a shared desire for power and domination.
As the fighting raged on, they fled to the city of Vilnius, where they discovered each other anew. Together, they plotted and schemed, building an alliance that would shake the foundations of the world.
As the war raged on, Bo and Lucinda found themselves at the center of a storm that threatened to consume them both. But even as the forces of darkness closed in around them, they stood tall, determined to emerge victorious. For in the end, it was their bond that would prove to be their greatest weapon, the one thing that could conquer all others.
But our NATO heroes were also hot on the trail of the notorious organ traffickers, determined to bring them to justice. They had acquired a fleet of classic, heavy-duty business vehicles that were built to withstand anything and they knew that these particular vehicles could never be replaced by any of the newer, 100,000 euro models.
It was made in eighties tons of steel classic beach design vans hard enough to tilt a present Scandinavia truck.
Simon, one of the heroes, was sitting in the back of his vehicle, enjoying the luxurious interior and the reassuring rumble of the diesel engine. He knew that no matter what dangers they might face, these vehicles would always get them through.
As they drove through the war-torn street of Udon, the heroes could feel the tension rising.
They knew that the traffickers were cunning and dangerous, and that they would stop at nothing to protect their illicit operation. But the NATO heroes were not easily intimidated. They were seasoned veterans of countless battles, and they had a mission to complete.
As they closed in on the traffickers' stronghold, the heroes could hear the sound of gunfire and explosions in the distance. They knew that the final showdown was near.
With a fierce determination in their hearts, the heroes charged into the fray, their classic, hard steel vehicles leading the way. They fought with all their might, taking down the traffickers one by one until finally, victory was theirs.
In the aftermath of the battle, the heroes stood victorious, their business class vehicles battered and scarred, but still standing strong. They had brought down one of the most notorious criminal organisations in the world.
The Thailand Kingdom, on the other hand was in turmoil, the government facing widespread outrage and condemnation after the discovery of a mass pit of slaughtered children. It quickly became clear that the Russian Federation was behind the gruesome operation, and the NATO heroes knew they had to take action.
They thought of joining forces with a group of monks from the King of Thailand Temple, they believe this will help in the battle and will be accompanied by a positive aura. The heroes set out to bring the corrupt government officials and the Russian operatives to justice.
As they worked to gather evidence and build their case, the heroes and the monks faced numerous dangers and setbacks. But they were undaunted, driven by a fierce determination to see their mission through to the end.
The group of thirteen travelling samurais, made up of both NATO heroes and monks, arrived at the small bar, where they paused to offer a prayer before their meal. It was clear that they were the predators, and the corrupt government officials and Russian operatives were their prey.
Among their ranks were Valdis Vivaldis from Palanga and Nerij Varske from Klaipeda, also known as the Kaliningrad Peninsula.
These two men were notorious throughout the land, known as the "travelling musicians of death" for their deadly skills in combat. Some even whispered that they were war criminals, wanted by authorities across the globe, but the other members of the group knew that Vivaldis and Varske were true warriors, fighting for a just cause. And as they sat down to their meal, they knew that the battle ahead would be a difficult one.
The group set out at dawn, their samurai armour gleaming in the morning sunlight. They rode through the countryside, their senses heightened and their weapons at the ready.
As they approached the stronghold of the corrupt officials and the Russian operatives, they could hear the sound of gunfire and explosions in the distance. The final showdown was near.
The group charged into the fray, their swords flashing and their armour ringing with the sound of battle. They fought with all their might, cutting down their enemies with precision and finesse.
Finally, the day of the showdown arrived. The heroes and the monks stormed the government stronghold, their weapons at the ready. The fighting was intense and brutal, but they were determined to succeed.
In the end, despite all the odds against them, they still emerged victorious, the corrupt officials and the Russian operatives were brought to justice. The Thailand Kingdom was once again a place of peace and justice, thanks to the bravery and determination of the NATO heroes and the monks of the King of Thailand Temple.
Later in the day, the group of thirteen travelling samurais gathered around a campfire, their weapons cleaned and their armour removed. They were weary, but they were also triumphant, knowing that they had fought for a just cause and come out on top.
And as they sat around the fire, sharing stories and laughter, they knew that they would always be remembered as the heroes who had brought peace and justice to the land that was once filled with filth, corruption and injustice.