Karim, Muhamed, Ilya, Princess Sofia are college students in Verenigde Staten van Indonesië where the nation is being controlled from the shadows by the outlawed extreme right wing party that wanted to take away the natives freedom by slandering Pri...
I drove brother Lodewijk's Mercedes Cabriolet to the place where I had to surrender myself to the police. Feelings of anxiety and misgivings filled my head. I have asked mevrouw Sofia to hand over my will to Karim, my uncle and aunt and my parents. If this all ends badly, as well as brother Lodewijk and Ilya, they are doing the same thing. Sometimes I wonder, is this the feeling that the soldiers feels when they leave someone they care to guard and defend their country? Ah I don't know.
Some time passed, we finally came to the bottom of the flyover where we and them suppossedly met. There's still no one here yet, is this a trap? Ah I don't know. I pulled the driver's doorknob. However, before I could open it, brother Lodewijk tapped my shoulder, I turned to him.
"What?"
"I got an order from mevrouw Sofia, she said, she and mr. Erwin have other plans."
"Why are you just telling me now?"
"Because this plan was also made suddenly, the point is that during our trip, mr. Erwin has already contacted his friend from the undercover division, he said they have connection with Jalan Darah Motorcycle Gang, mevrouw Sofia asked them to be a distraction. Mevrouw Sofia paid them to act as mercenaries, the transaction is done already. I was given their lieutenant's number who controlls the area around here, when the action starts I just have to call the number, mevrouw Sofia said, he and his men are already waiting around here. "
"Well, that's good." I answered.
"Hm, indeed." he replied.
Our car was parked close to the end of the overpass's wall so, brother Lodewijk could hide behind the other side of the car without having to worry that he would be shot or under attack from behind.
I stood and leaned against the body of the car. A few minutes later, I saw several cars that looked like SUVs and sedans approaching and then stopped. Several people wearing jet black leather jackets complete with trousers and shoes with matching color and armed with a full length barrel guns got out of their cars. On their arms are armband with a logo. The logo consists of a shotgun and a syringe that cross each other while a commando knife is placed in the center. What police unit is this? I've never seen them.
A woman walked over to me, her hair is blonde only whitish, her dark cold icy blue eyes looks piercing when she saw me. She gave me a devilish smile and asked.
"So, you are the hacker named kazrus135?"
"Yes, that's right."
"And I thought hackers are brave people who prefer to fight authorities like Snowden." she brought her face closer to me and looked at me for a moment, I swallowed my saliva, then.
"All right, I think that's enough." she turned around, raised her right hand and clenched it. Oh shit, I know what she means, she gave orders to execute me.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a metal falling and the sound of a gun fired. I smelled the smell of smoke gas, from the distance there were sounds of motorbikes approaching then, there were several gunshots and several explosions. I don't know what happened, my breath is heavy, I was coughing while tried to get back into the car.
My hand that had been looking for the doorknob finally reached for it then, I felt my hand that was holding the handle pushed, apparently brother Lodewijk had entered and opened the door for me from inside. I immediately went in, closed the door, put on my seat belt and then he shouted.
"Muhamed, hurry! Step on the gas!"
I immediately shifted the car's gears and hit the gas at full speed, bumping into several members of the police personnel and some SUVs and sedans in front of us. Several police personnel and some cars are burning. Looks like the explosions that I heard earlier was due to the grenade that brother Lodewijk threw.
We managed to survive at least for now, but it didn't last long. As I looked through the rearview mirror, some police cars were chasing us. Brother Lodewijk shot and broke the door's window then half of his body came out and I heard the sound of MP 5 gunfire which he used along with the sound of other weapons, I also saw through the rearview mirror several motorbikes followed us but the drivers and the people they were carrying opened their fire to the sedans and SUVs that were chasing us.
A violent shootout occurred between brother Lodewijk and the motorcycle gangs against the police unit while I tried to escape from their pursuit. While I was trying to concentrate on driving, brother Lodewijk asked me to slow down the car.
"Oi, Muhamed! Slow down a little!"
"But we're going to get shot by them!"
"Just do it!"
I obeyed brother Lodewijk's request and then he fired his gun again. From the rearview mirror, I saw several cars lose control and hit each other, there was quite a bit of smoke coming from the bottom of the cars. Looks like brother Lodewijk shot the front tires of some of the cars.
Brother Lodewijk did manage to knock out some of the cars that were chasing us, but that didn't mean we were completely free from their pursuit, so I had to use every narrow alley that this car could pass through until finally there was only one sedan left.
Right at that moment, the sound of the MP 5 rifle's firing stopped. I saw from the rearview mirror, the windshield of the sedan that was chasing us was cracked due to the MP 5 rifle that brother Lodewijk threw at it then, he get his pistol out. I heard several gunshots again and then I saw splattered blood staining the windshield of the sedan and the car crashed into the wall of a house. I think brother Lodewijk managed to shoot the driver in the head. He got back into the car and he said.
"Huft, damn, ammo is running low, we better call Ilya."
He tried to call Ilya, the first call was not answered. He tried to call for the second and third time but still no answer either. Oh, shit. Ilya, do you get caught?! Answer the call, damn it!
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*Trivia
Armband is like the thing that attached on a uniform's sleeve, usually in pop culture, armband is widely used by Nazis
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