The Desire of the Cold Militant
1 taxi 2 lives

The Del Piero company

08.10 AM

Azlan was seen paying attention to the brown map in his hand since earlier, he flipped through the contents of the map for a long time.

After he researched and tried to study the contents of the cooperation projects created and offered together for them.

Azlan can only read part by part of the project that his likeness without realizing it will get unexpected benefits.

For him who makes the offer of the cooperation project is truly extraordinary.

Very rarely can he find the type of person who is good at playing on the concept of a bid agreement that will unwittingly benefit many bidding parties.

Immediately Azlan threw away shaking his head slowly.

The man is seen starting to close the brown map in front of him, he slowly moved from his sitting position, he was, walking step closer to the glass of the right side of the towering office building gazing straight towards the horizon.

Azlan was seen putting both of his hands into the pockets of his work pants, the man was seen staring straight towards the sky horizon that stretched wide before him.

For a moment his mind wandered on the memories of the past that had somehow passed by how many years ago.

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London

England

About 6-7 years ago.

Night when it rains.

Among the swift rain that soaked the night sky of the city of London, accompanied by the rumbling and lightning that was mutually unpretentious since earlier.

Azlan is seen walking hastily away from London's big Ben clock tower using an umbrella in his hand.

Big Ben is the name of a large bell in the middle of the clock tower located north of Westminster Palace, London, United Kingdom. But the name is often used to refer to the clock tower as a whole.

He must be heading towards the London Thames right now, because someone is waiting for him there.

Actually he was reluctant to move there in this weather, but sometimes urgent circumstances make someone want to not move against the reluctance behind the weather that is clearly not supportive.

For a moment Azlan's eyeballs found one 🚕 taxi car that stopped on the outskirts of the streets of London.

Without having to think twice three times, the man was as fast as lightning immediately ran towards the taxi.

But who would have thought once he entered, knowing from the opposite door direction someone also entered in a hurry.

As soon as they sat down, they suddenly noticed each other and turned to each other.

Azlan instantly frowned, staring at the figure of a girl beside him.

The girl's body was clearly drenched, there was no umbrella in her hands at all, only a small bag accompanying her hands.

That pretty face looked so pale and was not in a good state.

The girl was seen coming in with shock when she realized she was getting into a taxi along with a foreign man.

"Sorry sir, can I go up first? I really need to go right now"

As soon as the girl let out her voice, Azlan thought she felt familiar with her voice, the man tried to spy on the beautiful face behind her true pallor either because of her rainy weather or because of what.

He is not the type of debater, not the type of man who likes there are women who disturb his calm, not the type of man who likes to tolerate someone.

But somehow he was reluctant to argue also reluctant to make the girl get off the taxi.

the taxi driver looked confused when 2 people got into his car simultaneously.

"Destination?"

As usual Azlan asked in his flat tone.

"Thames River"

As soon as the girl answered so, Azlan immediately said to the taxi driver.

"Let's go there, our destination is the same"

Azlan said later.

Instantly the girl stared at Azlan for some time.

But his strangely stared at instead threw away his gaze.