ALOVA Special Prisoner
Chapter 52 The Difficult Situation

"Lake in!" The command of the rescue team leader Ken is assigned to scout the building where Alvin is being held.

"Aragh!" One guard fell with just one bullet. Weapons equipped with silencers that make their fire almost no sound.

"Hey! Who're you!" A few men saw team leader Ken, and there was a shootout.

Ken's men were able to use two firearms at once, easily incapacitating them.

"You guys be on your guard!"

"You're coming with me! We're looking for where Mr. Alvin is!" The team leader gave instructions.

The sound of Mr. Hendrico's car makes them have to move quickly. The bodies that are clustered immediately they hide so that anyone who comes does not suspect.

One by one the rooms are open and they haven't found Alvin. There were only the guards they met.

"Where is he being held!" The team leader pointed a gun at the head of a man who was Mr. Hendrico's man.

"I'd rather die than tell you!" The bald man replied in a proud tone.

"Good way to hell!" One t*tmbakan managed to make him die.

"Let's see you!"

Meanwhile, Ken was standing right behind Mr. Hendrico's car that had entered the building area. The man was on foot to progressively enter the worn-out building with two bodyguards behind him.

Ken leaned back in his car with his hands folded in his chest. "Hurry up, sir!" said it.

Mr. Hendrico and his two bodyguards turned around and two firearms directly pointed at his body.

Ken laughs. "Why are your two anj*ings too tense, sir?"

"I didn't even do anything and they wanted to attack me."

Mr. Hendrico smiled cunningly. "You're finally here, Alkenzy Aldric!"

"I didn't expect it to turn out that we were so close!" Mr. Hendrico took a few steps forward and was immediately followed by his bodyguard.

"Why did you introduce yourself as Ken Darrass?" The man smiled mockingly. "Even your brother would dare to acknowledge who he is!"

Ken didn't move a bit. He even looked at the man.

"What's wrong? Trying to remember my face?" the man asked as he saw Ken looking at him so deeply that he did not even blink.

"I've never changed my face, young man! I'm still like I used to be" he said arrogantly.

Ken grinned, then inhaled a deep breath of air. He then breathed out slowly.

"What's wrong? You nervous? Want to see your sister now?" ask Ken.

"Your sister is still alive, because I want to send you two simultaneously to your two parents, in hell!"

"Don't you smell the whiff of defeat on your body, sir?" ask Ken. He stood up straight and took a step forward. Their distance was only three meters.

"I never lose" said the old man arrogantly.

Ken rubbed his chin. "What about my present this morning?"

Mr. Hendrico frowned. He also looked at Ken's face and asked in his heart. What reward?

Ken laughs. "Breaks you surprised? Or maybe wobbly?"

Mr. Hendrico is still silently grumbling. He did not understand the meaning of this young man before him.

"Did the foundation of your wealth begin to collapse, sir?"

"Ah yes... Go home and get in your warm blanket, because hanging around outside seems very dangerous to you" Ken sneered.

"Ck!" its decan.

"I forgot, 300 kilos of meth won't make you poor, right?"

Mr. Hendrico pleaded in disbelief because Ken knew it was all his own.

"Don't be afraid of it," he laughed. "I'm not going to report you to the police because I still want us to play."

"It's not so, uncle Juan!" said Ken slowly along with the collision of two bodyguards Mr. Hendrico.

Mr. Hendrico looked back and he could see two men still pointing guns at him.

Mr. Hendrico realized one thing, he was framed. He doesn't even have an army anymore.

He pulled out a pist*l and pointed it at Ken.

"Make them drop their weapons!" Threaten the old man who is slowly advancing in front of Ken.

Ken laughed off. "Who are they? Aren't they your troops, honorable Mr. Hendrico!"

"Just have them drop their weapons. I just came and I don't know anything about this." replied Ken indifferently.

"Don't say much!"

Ken approached and continued to approach. He stared intently at the man who was still standing upright fearlessly in front of him.

Ken advanced step by step by showing a cold face shrouded in vengeance.

"Pick it, uncle! Want the lungs first or go straight to the heart?" Ken pointed at his left chest while pist*ol was on his right chest.

"And after that, dozens of bullets will penetrate all parts of your body!"

Mr. Hendrico glanced to the side and saw Ken's troops already encircling him.

"No problem, I'd rather die after killing you than live but still let you breathe fresh air!" replied Mr. Hendrico arrogantly.

"I made a promise to the late Adam Aldric" he said.

"I promised to send my two sons together to heaven."

"I still remember how I hung him alive." The man laughed.

"Want to hear my story?" As if there was something funny in the story.

"All right, I'll tell you."

"That night, I drove your papa home. Then I put on a rope and made sure it was strong enough to hold her body."

"You knew? Your father asked to be hanged!" Ken clenched his hand. Feeling furious at the gil* guy who didn't have these feelings.

Ken knows that all of this is true. It was just that the old man was making up a story about their last conversation. Ken couldn't possibly believe his papa was asking to be hung by a rope.

"He couldn't live without his wife and the two of you who he thought died in a car accident."

Ken was silent without saying anything. His jaw hardened and his eyes reddened staring at the man without blinking.

Mr. Hendrico pulled the pist*l trigger. Ken didn't flinch.

"Good road Alken-"

"Cretain!" With a quick movement, Ken managed to shift the position of his body and reverse the grip of Mr. Hendrico until all the joints in his fingers rang loudly.

Pist*l fell down. Ken kicked his stomach, face and legs until the man fell on the ground.

Ken stepped on his chest. He took out a pist*l from his pocket and directly aimed at the man who was enduring the excruciating pain.

The body that began to age and his habit of using the services of a bodyguard made Mr. Hendrico never again practice martial arts. Until he was so easily defeated with just a kick of Ken's foot.

Mr. Hendrico grimaced in pain as Ken stepped on his chest growing stronger.

"Hows it? Feeling de javu?" ask Ken to grin.

"Don't you take the life of my mother, Uncle Juan?" bentak Ken's.

"What's wrong with her being your victim?" Ken's tears flowed in the corner of his eye.

"What was my papa's fault that you took away his treasure and his life?" Ken's getting stronger.

"Uhukis... Uhuk..." Old Hendrico coughed

"Why? Thirsty, uh?" tanyakanya.

"It's nothing compared to the dry throat of my papa when it's strangling his neck."

"It's all his fault. He always told me to do things that weren't my job!" there was a man's hoarse voice at his feet.

"She asked me to take care of her personal matters and not let me take care of the company's affairs."

"Surely because it's your job as his personal assistant."

"Even if my father asks to buy her underwear, you must obey."

"I'm not a maid!" Gurmurm.

"Only for the trivial you do the abomination."

"And today on trivial grounds I will also reply to him!"

One shot Ken fired towards Mr. Hendrico. Unfortunately, his shot missed and hit the ground beside his neck.

Ken grinned when he saw the man close his eyes and hold his breath. "You haven't reached hell yet, sir!"

"I'm still confused, which part will I choose, is it the heart, the head or the stomach?"

"Your heart is still in its place, right?" ask Ken.

Ken fired a single shot into his upper arm.

"Aargha!" screams sounded along with fresh blood coming out from behind the suit that the man was wearing.

"This hand that tortured both my parents."

Ken pointed his pist*ol at Mr. Hendrico's chest. "Here it is, I don't want to play games anymore."

Mr. Hendrico closed his eyes again.

"Lift a hand if you still want to see this guy, alive!" a man's voice came from behind him.

Ken turned around to see who was coming. And his eyes were perfectly rounded to see the man who had been pointed at pist*l towards his temple.

"Oh, Sh**it!!" snarl.