He let out a loud cry of pain, and the agents increased their attack, believing they had subdued him. But suddenly, one of them was grabbed by the head and punched four times in quick succession. Then a sword was plunged into his chest, emerging from the other side. The remaining two stepped back to catch their breath, shocked by the brutality that had resulted in the death of their comrade. They exchanged looks, signalling each other to take turns. One pushed the other forward to take the blows while he prepared to attack from behind. But the second agent suddenly stopped, clutching his stomach. This startled the one behind him, who couldn’t see what had happened. He was shocked to see that Calvin no longer had the sword and was perplexed. He was then struck in the stomach by a powerful kick that sent him flying to the ground. As he pushed his comrade aside, Calvin hurled his sword with great force, driving it into the stomach of the agent who had been pushed forward

“Noooooooo… No, no, no, my husband cannot leave me so soon!" she cried out in the morgue, her tears flowing uncontrollably. It was a deep wound she wasn’t sure could ever heal. The body inside was her beloved husband Rashid Bakari, who was shot twice in the head, indicating he had been killed."I’m very sorry. Your husband died while defending his country and protecting the lives of millions of citizens. It seems that there were people who wanted to use you to catch those involved in illegal activities, and they wanted to use you to weaken him and, if possible, kill you. He couldn’t allow that to happen, so out of his deep love for you, he sacrificed himself so you could live in peace," Kasisi Chacha said with a dry, stern voice and an expression that showed no sympathy. Eunice wept and embraced the body after learning that her husband had sacrificed himself for her safety. She cried profusely, not knowing how she would continue without him in her life."For your safety and to prote

"Leave me alone, kid! I'm not that old, you're just a young buck trying to age me prematurely, msyuuuuuu!" Ashura responded, pouting her lips and shaking her blessedly beautiful figure as she handed Chris the keys, which made him laugh heartily. She was one of the women he often bantered with. The woman was satisfied with the room and eventually made the payment, leaving it up to her to decide when to move in. After receiving his modest payment, which he considered sufficient, Chris headed back to his hangout spot, whistling loudly to show his joy at earning something from his job, which kept him in the city, and he respected it greatly.As he continued walking, a very expensive car parked in front of him, and two men in black suits got out. Sensing danger, he began to run, but he didn’t get far before he was tripped and punched hard in the neck, knocking him out cold. He woke up from a deep sleep half an hour later."Where am I? Open up! Open up!" Chris banged on the door angrily a

“You dog, how dare you touch my wife?" Baruan's voice frightened Roland, who continued to cry silently as he witnessed his leg being thrown away like a carcass."I had no choice, and it wasn't out of malice. I was there to ensure her safety as well as her security," Roland replied, stuttering through intense pain."How did she live here after returning, and how many people have you done this to?" Baruan asked forcefully, glaring at Roland with intense anger."I have never witnessed this being done to anyone else but you. The chief said you were very important to the nation. Since she had studied information technology, when she finished, we returned and the chief hired her as his secretary at the State House. My job ended there, and I have never received any more information about her," Roland had lost hope and was praying that Baruan wouldn't take his life."And how did that young man end up living with her in his house?" Baruan asked, gripping his knife firmly."I don't kno..." Rola

“Take off all your clothes and leave everything you have, then run and don’t look back until you get home,” one of them said boastfully while gripping his shiny machete, expertly sharpened by professionals.“Hahahahah,” Calvin laughed heartily, realizing that the men in front of him were just common thieves, not the dangerous individuals he had anticipated.“Fool, you come to our neighbourhood and show arrogance when we tell you what to do. Now you’re not leaving here; you must die. You can’t show disrespect in front of men who own this town,” the thief said with anger, but Calvin ignored him. He took out a bundle of money from his pocket and threw it at them, understanding that their issue was hunger, and then turned to leave.“Hey, beauty, who gave you permission to leave? Take everything out of your pocket—” The sentence was cut short as the thief clutched his stomach, asking his companions for help. The term "beauty" was a severe in