chapter 15

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Helma smiled, then without the slightest doubt that hit her chest, Helma released the brake pedal, which she was pressing firmly, without releasing the gas pedal. So that in a matter of seconds, the car that Helma was driving hit the car in front of her.

When the car she was driving hit the back of the car, Helma could hear the screams of the two people inside. Yes, at least she could hear the terrified screams of the two people in the car.

The screams were still loud when Helma's car forced the car in front of her to move forward and accelerated.

"I still love you Patrioni, but I hate betrayal," Helma growled, accelerating the car.

And less than 1 minute, the car that contained Patrioni and Laras had hit the wall because the hallway was a dead end.

not enough, Helma backed her car a little, then hit the car in front of her again until it was badly damaged.

Helma briefly got out of the car when she was very far from the scene. To be precise, she had already exited the hall.

She continued to laugh, walking back to the location of the crime scene while carrying a jerry can of oil and several paper bags that she had prepared. She sprinkled paper all over the hall and sprinkled oil on the paper.

Helma could smell the gasoline leaking from the car in front of her, she had to hurry before the oil leaking from Laras' car evaporated, and the kerosene that she poured was not very effective. Plus it looks like it's going to rain soon. She didn't want her efforts to be in vain.

In a hurry, Helma completed her plan. She stood at the end of the hall, getting into her car.

She burned something like paper, then threw it on the paper that had been doused with kerosene, and scattered along the hallway. She could still think, if she blew the car up close, she could be affected because the passageway was narrow, and it was certain that the explosion had an impact on the rest of the aisle.

Therefore, she set fire to it from the end of the hall and used paper and kerosene as an intermediary. Because both will not be easily extinguished.

Just as the fire grabbed the paper, a bigger fire lit up and spread along the route she had made, then she immediately backed up the car.

The hallway was not 50 meters, or maybe not 40 meters? I don't know, Helma didn't know for sure, because to be honest the distance from the end of the hall to the mouth of the hall was quite close. so she shouldn't have to wait long.

And sure enough, just moments after Helma opened her cell phone camera and made a recording, a loud explosion was heard, and it wasn't as cool as she imagined like in the movie, the fire didn't spread out of the hall. But the bright flame of the passage due to the magnitude of the flames was visible.

Satisfied with her work, Helma drove her car away from the place, down the street at a moderate speed.

Throughout the journey, Helma smiled triumphantly. She was sure they had died in there, it was impossible to survive after that. she was sure they had become flattened humans.

"Hahahahaha!!" Helma laughed in triumphant irony, but her tears fell without her realizing it and she understood why she was crying when she was laughing happily.

Helma continued to chuckle and tears rolled down her face, as she drove the car away from the scene. The car she was driving was the one she had just rented this afternoon. Don't get me wrong, she had a car belonging to a rich family, that person's son also insulted her at school, so she had nothing to lose by destroying a car. Count likes asking for payment for what has been done by her son.

Unfortunately, Helma didn't think far, because basically, she would be more easily caught by the authorities because of the car she was using.

Maybe because of the ambition and emotions that were already burning in her soul, Helma didn't think about the risk anymore. Because the only thing she thought about was revenge and she had done it. And look how happy she is.

The whole way she kept laughing, though occasionally wiping the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

She could not contain her joy, maybe that's why she was crying? well, it seems so.

A call came into Helma's cell phone, she immediately picked up the call while waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

"Hello?" Helma said hello first, because maybe she was in a good mood, besides she knew the caller.

"You finish your job very well, but you don't do it sweetly," said the person on the other side with a crisp laugh.

"what do you mean?" asked confused.

What task? what's not cute?

"I saw everything from start to finish, I even saw more clearly the seconds you hit the Laras car then I also saw every detail and every trace of fire that spread before igniting the car's tank and the car finally exploded!" the person on the other side sounded clear and fast with just one breath.

She sounded trained.

"You, tell me what do you mean by doing that, you want to report me to the police huh? You think I care?" Helma shouted in annoyance, fortunately, it was the middle of the night, and the road she was walking was quite quiet because it was in the opposite direction of the fire she had just started. There must be a lot of people there.

"No, I won't report you, I just want to thank you," said the person on the other end choking.

"You... what do you want-"

"Shhh... no need to yell at me with the same question, I just wanted to ask, do you know, if Patrioni approached the barrel because of you? ah sure, you don't know." The chuckles of the people on the other side laughed triumphantly.

"For my sake, don't be long-winded!"Helma was getting irritated by the caller, she wanted to turn it off but she was also curious.

"Yes, you know Laras' father is an expert lawyer, and her uncle is a famous investigator?, she approached Laras to persuade Laras to want to ask her father and uncle to investigate your case, by scaring her, even though in the end her efforts were in vain, hahaha" the person on the other side just kept laughing triumphantly with pride.

"And thanks to you, my identity has not been exposed. If it is made into a soap opera, it will be entitled, 'my victim, my life savior'. How romantic."

"You, are you not afraid that I will report?"

"Of course not, because of you..."

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TBC