His Purpose
157. Chasing on the Road

A few days after the explosion, Gibran often saw Maria daydreaming like she was worried about something. It is natural to remember that the woman was so frightened, the reason why Gibran invited psychologists to examine Mary regularly, in addition to other doctors who were also in charge of checking the hand and womb of the wife regularly.

Mary did not dare to leave the house. Even out of the room he was often vigilant. But thankfully, it can be overcome little by little. Maria suffered minor trauma after the incident. Doctors said it had no effect on her pregnancy as long as Gibran could keep her from stressing out and still eat regularly.

It was easy for Gibran because Maria was able to work together. Women are not difficult to remind about their children. Gibran was happy because Mary was so dear to her son.

He had a bad experience with parents. And Gibran will make sure his son and Maria don't experience the same thing. Gibran will give a happy family figure to them later. That's promise.

"Times to drink milk." Gibran opened the door to Mary's room while carrying the tray in hand.

He smiled to see his wife watching Dorama on pay television. "Japanese Dorm? Tumben's not Korean?"

Maria said lazily while receiving a glass from Gibran. "So, I'm just wondering why this drama has suddenly skyrocketed this year."

"Why?"

Maria shrugged her shoulders. "I don't find a single privilege here. The flow is monotonous, the players are also less interesting. Maybe my taste is different? Because honestly I prefer the main character of a tall, burly man, and of course a handsome and perfect face."

Gibran chuckled, he stepped down beside Maria and lightly hugged the woman's stomach. "Everything you mentioned is with me" he said confidently.

Unfortunately, that is true. Gibran deserves to be arrogant because he seems to have no reproach. Maria also did not argue, making Gibran increasingly high heart and big head.

"Next year my company launches the latest game. Maybe you gave birth at that time. I'll take you guys," Gibran said again.

"I want the whole world to know how beautiful my queen and daughter will be."

"Absolutely sure we're girls?" Mary saw her husband strange.

"Related."

"Why is that? We are not yet USG. She hasn't been in 5 months either."

Gibran. "The feeling? I'm still sure our daughter is a girl. That's for sure. God always justifies my words."

Again arrogant. Never mind, Maria is lazy to argue let alone serve. Pray that his son was born a girl so that Gibran would not be ashamed later.

Tok to tok.

"Master? Sorry to interrupt." Nick appears in the open doorway.

Gibran did not close the door when he entered. He took off his arms in Mary's stomach. "What's wrong?"

Nick refuses to say so, he signals Gibran to come with him.

Gibran let out a long breath. He turned to look at Maria who was also looking at him curiously. "I'm out first. You okay to be left behind? Laura is making your order green bean porridge, maybe the finish is still a long time. I'll ask the other waiter to continue so he can accompany you here."

Maria nodded. She is not a selfish wife who will hinder the husband's work. "Coko just go. I'm fine even if there's no Laura."

"Don't do that, it would be best if Jill and Dean were also standing guard here."

"That's overkill." Maria smiled softly.

"There's nothing superfluous when it comes to security."

"That's it, Laura's enough."

Gibran breathed. Maria is very difficult to say. "Yes already. You take it easy, Papa's home, too."

Maria nodded. Two days ago Papa Abhi and Grandpa Roman were also here, and ... Gabriel. Maria doesn't want to talk about the man.

Their relationship was obviously still chilled by awkwardness. Not because there is still a heart, but because they had a story before this.

Gabriel also seems to avoid it often. Habits of the man. Can Maria say El is a coward, very different from her brother who all dared to face something.

Tuh, right. Comparative nature relapses again.

***

"What's wrong?" ask Gibran as they walk out.

Nick immediately opened the car door until now Gibran sat in the passenger seat with an arrogant attitude that has returned. Unlike the reverse with Gibran version in Maria's room earlier. Nick almost believed his assumption that he was wrong.

"David Willis' plot is thought to have spread in Indonesia, sir. And as we know, yesterday's explosion was one caused by them."

Gibran did not say, he turned on the tablet casually so Nick had to glance at it from the rearview mirror.

Sandra Willis has been here, it does not rule out the possibility that her father will follow and do more brutal acts.

"Master?"

"Hm?"

"What worries?"

Nick's confused. Actually what mental possessed Gibran until he was like there was no trembling.

"Have you prepared a plan?"

The corner of Gibran's lips lifted at a glance. "I started yesterday, Nick."

"What?"

Gibran did not answer. He was just busy fiddling with the tablet in his hand with a terrible grin that again made Nick's fine feathers stand up.

Nick does not know that Gibran has been hacking into the protective wall of Willis assets in America and even Canada. Just wait a few more stages then Gibran will reply them worth.

Suddenly, Gibran's eyes shifted quickly to the front view. Not only Gibran, apparently Nick also has the same instinct. The man glanced at the outside rearview while continuing to focus on driving.

"Master, those cars are following us."

Gibran silently confirmed. "Add speed."

Without even being asked Nick has done it. But the people behind them seemed reluctant to move an inch. Every time Nick managed to make a distance of 5 meters, the black cars always managed to catch up with him.

Gibran turned his head back, pressing the window glass opening button while picking up the gun in his pocket.

Nick squealed anxiously. "Sir, what are you going to do?!"

Gibran is deaf. He pulled half of his body out facing the back and pointed the gun at the opponent.

Dor's!

Gibran shot right into the windshield. But it looks like the glass uses bulletproof.

Dor's!

One shot shot towards him. If he is not evasive, he may have hit the eye.

Several times Gibran fired ammunition and this time he targeted the wheels of the car.

Tus! Sreeet .. duaarr!!!

One car he managed to crash. The car lost balance and turned around causing a collision with his partner.

The remaining two cars are still chasing Gibran. Both are trying to overtake and pick up from the left right side. This made Gibran inevitably withdraw and close the glass along with one shot of the car body.

Nick deftly increased the speed. He is able to hold the salipan and still lead the leading position. But that was not long, one of them quickly darted forward until now the car driven by Nick was clamped from the front behind.

But it's not Nick's name if he just gives up. For a moment he glanced at his master who was currently busy filling the bullets.

As if he understood what to do, Nick also increased the speed of his car to almost side by side with the opponent in front.

After being fully side by side, with one steering wheel dings he squeezed the car down to the road divider. The sound of hard friction is inevitable. Just then Gibran opened the window next to him and opened fire on the car that was now next to them.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

Three shots were still unable to break the windshield. Nick still with his focus on picking up one car on their left.

Gibran grinned, suddenly pulling a one-handed device and throwing it right into the car window beside the steering wheel.

Trak truck truck.

The originally small crack quickly spread. In a matter of seconds the glass is broken with small pieces of powder.

The driver was surprised. Finally Gibran smiled and shot right in the man's head until the speed of the car was uncontrollable and rolled on the road.

Gibran pulled himself up and chuckled in satisfaction.

The rest of the car is now flanked by Nick to the road divider. The left side of the car was unhelpful. Before long there was a large container truck from the opposite direction. The truck drove on the road next to them directly side by side with the road divider where the opponent's car was wedged there.

After the calculation, the, Nick slightly shifted his steering wheel to the right and slammed it back in one hit to the left until the enemy car rolled over the road divider and collided with the container that directly dragged and crushed it to shapeless crumbs.

Gibran chuckled amusedly rubbing his sweaty forehead. "Your abilities are improving."

"You taught me, sir."

Among the quiet sirens at the back, Nick and Gibran grinned sharply at the noise they had just made. Local police must have arrived.

Just a second later Gibran's vibrating phone featured a single name that made him re-carve a smile.

"Sorry, General. Those who started first" he said as soon as he picked up the phone. "I'll compensate, just relax."