Meanwhile, Jav's sparring opponent ran somewhere. Now what was left was the laughter of Rio's third son.
This young man was giggling like a man had lost his sanity. Sitting on the dirty floor of the basement of a multi-story building, which presents a row of luxury cars, invited guests of his family.
Juan burst out laughing while hitting the floor. Then he cried, holding his sick chest.
"Hi you.. did my cousin help me? Oh.. you Raka, you must have been sent by him.."Juan stopped crying.
"All right.. that's enough.. get me out of here.. then kill me and throw it in the bushes, " it seems that this young man is in frustrated.
Raka exhaled a tired breath, standing firmly, staring at the young man who was cowering resignedly on the dirty floor.
"All right," Raka took the HS-11 from inside his suit and then directed it to Juan. The chief aide, eager to pull the trigger on the HS-11. Then the voice, "Bang!" slid.
But not from his gun. Out of his mouth, Raka's mouth.