Chloé Bourgeois grins sinisterly as she bear witness and fights a Malaysian Splicer for the first time. "This is perfect! I've always wanted to see how strong you Malaysians are with that genetic enhancement of yours! Alors, jouons un duel à mort!" Chloé Bourgeois said it proudly. There was a sounds metal clashing together before latching on together. Haqimi holstered his guns as he disappears from his position. Chloé Bourgeois smiled as turned in defensive position as she manages to notice Haqimi appeared from behind kicking at her armored wrist. Although it is a normal kick coming from him, the kick somehow gave a large amount of force that forces her to push back few meters away from him. "You.... Bastard." Chloé Bourgeois taunts Haqimi for giving her a bruttish amount of strength. He then went on the offensive again by dashing towards her and uses his left kick her, but she manages to held the kick, where she could feel the heavy gust of wind from that kick. Suddenly, Haqimi raises his right hand and manages to hit Chloé Bourgeois straight to the face - resulting her flown far away with her body kept toppled to the ground multiple times. She quickly stood up when Haqimi immediately dashed towards her with multiple frontal jabs. She carefully deflects all of the jabs while counters him with a few jabs. Haqimi gave a feint jab on her making her noticed of the attack and switch her stance from offense to defence. Seeing her taking the bait, Haqimi sends a rush attacks on her defence to make her lose stamina. But, it did not affect her that much from those attacks. "As expected, Stage 1 is basically enhancing only your hearing and your sights just to even the odds. But still...." Haqimi thought.
The battle is still happening as the sounds of a loud thuds echoed throughout the atmosphere. Aqif and Hidayah watches the battle with awe while Azmil struggles to keep the blood from overflowing by closing and holding Rose's wounds. Then, two individuals walk up towards Azmil and Rose. "Hey." A female voice calls to Azmil as he turns to the direction of the voice. "I'm Lihanna. This is Julius. We're here to help..... And don't worry, she's going to fine. You did well holding down the bleeding." Lihanna explained. She turns to Julius. "Bring out the bandages. We need to stop the bleeding." Without hesitation, Julius brings out the bandages as requested and gives it to Lihanna. Seeing the two individuals willing to save Rose, Azmil followed every instructions that Lihanna gave to him.
Meanwhile, the battle between Haqimi and Chloé Bourgeois nearly ended as Haqimi hits her with his right elbow. Both were pushed far back when they collided their fists together. The dust were formed around his legs as he is being pushed back from the collided hit. He moves his right legs 90 degress clockwise causing the dirt from the ground turned to more dust. Chloé Bourgeois, unfazed from the exhaustion, is just standing with her smile running through her cheeks as her yellow eyes glimmer. He took a glance at Rose, where he sees Lihanna, Julius and Azmil tried their best to keep her alive while in the distance 5 masked people moving towards his position. "Rose's condition is getting worse. If I prolong the battle, she could die in a matter of minutes..... I need to end this now." Haqimi blankly stares at Chloé Bourgeois when she tries to mutter a word. "You know, I'm glad that I've gotten the chance to fight against you. You're strong, indeed. But it's time to end this once and for all... After I kill you and those two boys, I'll nab the two girls, along with all of the girls at UMK and send them somewhere far away..... Or maybe, I'll take a few of them to the brothel.... Like that Golinia girl, or maybe that beautiful girl, Dhia or something like that...." Her voice suddenly fades and all of the noises from Haqimi's vision became inaudible.
Sending a few of them to the brothel? Dhia, Golinia? Among all of those people? Those questions kept roaming around in Haqimi's mind. His peripheral view became all fuzzy. Within the sounds of silence, He clenches his fist so tight that it dripped blood from the palm of his gloves. He looks down and saw a reflection of a black wolf. It's eyes glowed pure blue, and it glew brighter and brighter until a blue flame ignited around him. These flames were not signified as his suffering nor his isolation, it is his rage.
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Intelligence Agency
Narrativa generaleTales of a group of IT students living a normal life as a university students when one of their friends went rogue and attempts to sell their names as well as their lecturers to seek recognition and privilege. Their espionage adventures begins as on...
