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Meanwhile, AKBP Fahmi Putra has almost arrived at the location of the raid. He was in Semarang when he received a report about this ambush. Fahmi immediately shot to Jogja escorted by Patwal Police Semarang. Crazy to drive his car. If not the police, Fahmi would have been chased by the police because of this.

The shoot-out was still ongoing when Fahmi arrived. Ciitt's... The car brakes were squeaking loudly. He rushed down, immediately stunned to see the number of police casualties being handled by a team of police doctors.

An officer approached Fahmi. “Ajun Commissioner Noto Raharjo, Dansat Brimob Polda Yogyakarta, reporting...."

Fahmi paid his respects. “Status?” Straight to the tree.

Noto reported the situation, from the beginning they arrived until now. “Nine members were killed, twelve were injured. .." said Noto.

“Hah? Nine...?” Fahmi.

Noto nodded.

“How many people are they?” ask Fahmi.

“Alleged ten. Five here, five others out here. Six were killed, two escaped, and one still survives. Allegedly strong Hazri Tiger.”

“Hazri..?”

“True, it is suspected that the strong who still survive is our fugitive Tiger.”

Fahmi immediately entered the battle arena, Noto accompanied. The shootings are still ongoing. Fahmi borrowed a megaphone held by a Buser member.

“Stop shots!” fahmi from megaphone. At once all the police who surrounded Hazri stopped his fire. The barrel of the weapon remains in aim. “Hazri! I'm Fahmi Putra...! Hold your fire'”

“Cak Fahmi?” Hazri muttered as she changed her gun magazine. Two magazines of bullets have been spent, this is the last one.

“Hazri Tiger! You hear me?!” fahmi again.

Clamps! Magasin.

“How are you, Cak? How missed.... Where all this time” reply Hazri meledek. “Thank you guys for not bothering my family in Jombang. But, I also kept my promise, right? I'm here..!”

Fahmi secretly orders Noto to infiltrate two ambushers near Hazri. He also asked Noto's troops to be ready to advance frontally if the two ambushes failed. Noto nodded, immediately carrying out the order.

“Hazri, until when do you want to survive?” Fahmi is stalling.

“Hahaha.... Until you get tired of chasing me!”

“Why not give up? We can talk about this..”.

“You should give up! It's good to have people give up! The copen won't give up, man!” Hazri deliberately mentions Kopen so that Beret is safe. The name of the Kopen was already battered, all of which were sacrificed to save Beret. Dead one, survived one. Of both.

“Hah! It's hard to talk to you, Zri!” Fahmi Benth.

“Hahaha.... The same! Ribet said the same to you!"

“He, Hazri! Watch your mouth...!”

 “Hahaha.... Really bastards! Wants to win by yourself!”

Hazri finds out Fahmi is stalling for time, she also knows an intruder is approaching her. Ajian ‘Rogo Swara’ from earlier already blinked. Hazri exerts a deep force into the eye, looking for the intruder's position. Two people from his left and right side. Hard activates ‘Rogo Kumitir’, his hand starts to redden coals again...

“Cak Fahmi! We shoot here, you start! I'm talking now you're starting! I never had any business with you, you guys are looking for trouble yourself! He, Cak..., I sent your two men back!”

Fahmi and Noto both gasp. Noto exclaimed reminding the two ambushers. Dor's! Dor's! Too late, Hazri's gun barked first. The two ambushers slammed into the ground. Blood was seeping through the ground.

Hazri quickly retreated three steps back. Ajian ‘Rogo Kumitir’ is fully ready. Simultaneously, “Serbu..!” Noto ordered all his men to go forward to attack frontal like soldiers pounding the enemy. A barrage of SS-1 bullets scattered, aiming for one life ahead. Fahmi also stepped forward, his gun barking semi-automatic.

“Hiaaa..!” That white array.... Bledaaar...!

The explosion echoed like a mortar. Mounds of sand nearly two meters high scattered. Thick dust rolled forward, grains of sand darting fast like a rain of tiny bullets. Plugging into anything that blocks the pace. The screams of pain returned. Fahmi rolled on the ground covering his bloody face....

Jlab! Jlab! Jlabs...! Three times the 'giant' blitz lunged at the eyes. Extreme glare, retinal nerve pain. It doesn't look anything. Hazri closes soon ‘Rogo Kumitir’ and opens wide ‘Bedhes Ngawang’ . Set set set set... Nimble he broke through the barricades of police forces who were still stunned. While running, all his inner power is boosted into his Ngawang‘ ’Bedhes. Hazri's body movements are getting lighter and more agile. Gesit, segesit Manica.

A while later the glare effect faded, the roll of sand dust began to thin. While holding the pain all over the body, Fahmi, Noto and all the police who are still on duty immediately comb the shelter Hazri earlier. Blank.... The Tiger had escaped. They only found the bodies of Simon and Bagas who began to cold stiffly stretched there.

Fahmi was quietly stuck, the cigarette was smoked deeply. Mixed feelings, between angry, upset, sad, and amazed at Hazri. Secretly in her heart she admits that Hazri is indeed tough. Not necessarily able to himself if hunted by the police to this extent. A medical officer approached to check his physical condition. It was only realized by the Adjunct Chief Commissioner of the Police that how many sand bullets stuck in his body, especially the face. Fahmi grimaced as medics plucked the grains of sand. Perih semiris her heart.

Meanwhile, Hazri had felt like she had run far enough. Stop decar bamboo grove on the edge of a small river to catch your breath. He saw the watch, it turned out his Rolex was destroyed. The expensive watch was thrown into the river. Although able to run agile antelope, but he did not know the direction, just run away from the scene. Where and where to go to the car. Confused is also the culprit of these thugs, wailing alone early in the morning blind....

“Bang...,” suddenly someone greeted him slowly panting.

Hazri looked over, apparently the Kopeng behind her. Quick ‘Rogo Swara’ did not react. “You okay?” ask Hazri.

The mask nodded while still panting. “Don't be here, Bang, it's not safe. “We get there,” Kopeng points in a direction.

Hazri moves to follow Kopeng who really understands this region. Far too they walked until finally into the garden ketela trees whose leaves are lush. There was a small sack in the middle. Kopeng. “Here is safer...,” he said slowly. Hazri immediately threw himself in the bamboo halls there.

“Abang is okay? Many holes in Brother's shirt..”.

Hazri. He's seen those bullet marks.

“How can you meet me?”

The mask breathed. “Tadi, chased after Brimob I returned again. Kuncrit died, others too..”.

Hazri closed his eyes, meaning six of his men died today. Four Berets plus Simon and Bagas.

“I want to go in, but don't know where to go. Lots of police,” continued Kopeng. “I saw earlier Bang Romi same Bang Tomi came out, the direction was right. But, when you came out, I thought the wrong direction. Kukejar. Only, the running is very tight, not keuber. I was about to follow. Good thing you stopped, so you can meet.”

“Where am I? I think I've run far.”

“Abang muter, back again. Even mengedeketin ruko.”

“Busyet, so yes?”

Kopeng. “So the first fork near the mosque, it should take right towards Sleman. If you go left, go back.” Hazri. "To the right is like a big road?”

Hazri.

“But. Bang, until Abang came out earlier, Bang Simon is the same Bang Bagas is not visible? Did you run before Bang Romi?”

“Simon and Bagas perished. ..,” Hazri immediately replied before words ran out.

The mask was silent hearing that. He's a member of the Berets of Bagas' group. Everyday Bagas is the chairman, unless there are duties of Berets.

“Peng...,” says Hazri slowly.

The mask looked at Hazri, they looked at each other for a moment. Then, Kopeng nodded his head, Hazri nodded.

“Tem, let's continue living, dead, release. ..,” Hazri continued.

The mask nodded again.

“My car I put near ojek base. ..,” Hazri said. He described the location where he parked the car. “There is the same field mini market near situ.”

The mask listened, thinking for a moment. “Iya I know. Away from here too, Bang,” he said. “Abang just wait here, let me take it,”

“I'm coming along, Peng, let's not work twice. Here even stray again later if there is anything.”

The mask agreed. “Come, Bang...”.

They went there too. A brisk walk through a small alleyway that divides the city village. Hazri followed me to where Kopeng took her, she is completely out of this region. Right, far away, but finally they're at the mouth of an alley. The mask looked briefly at the front highway, swerved and then returned to Hazri's place. “Aman..,” said. Hazri nodded, ‘Rogo Swara’ did not blink either.

“Okay, Wood. Thank you.”

Kopeng.

“If you meet Bang Romi or Bang Tomi later, say I'm fine with me. I want to vanish first to Madiun.” said Hazri. Suddenly Madiu's idea appeared in his mind after remembering Haji Sulton. Who used to send orders to Madiun.

“Madison, Bang?”

Hazri nodded. “Iya, but see later, depending on the situation. I'll call later. Y'all careful. The police must be rattling us again.”

“Good, Bang, I'll tell Bang Romi same Bang Tomi.”

Hazri nodded in satisfaction. “Which way do I go, if I go by the usual road?”

“That's ahead there...,” Kopeng pointed to the fork of the road not far from it. “From there you take right, it's straight. Follow the gedenya road. Later enter on Solo-Jogja road, continue to Madiun.” He explained while taking off his jacket. “This, Bang. Shirt Brother torn, narik attention.”

Hazri saw his shirt, too. “Please, Peng, I borrow your jacket first,” he said while receiving the jacket from Kopeng. “Oke, I unplug first.”

Kopeng.

They hugged tightly. Then Hazri crossed the road to her Panther. Aman, the motorcycle taxi drivers are not affected by his comings. Some are engrossed in playing gaple, others are sleeping. The mask is still watching, he just left after the Panrer his chairman turned to the right in the front fork there.

After Hazri's departure, Item walked alone down the sidewalk, returning to his home. Actually far away from there, but Kopeng is just want to walk. Relax, who knows, can reduce the burden of his heart. The streets are still quiet early today, some vegetable traders seem to be preparing their trading titles at the Giwangan market. The mask kept on stepping. Unaware of him, there were two people on a motorcycle observing him since a while ago. They talked to each other for a while then moved closer to Kopeng.

“He, stop... Police!” snarl one of them.

Mask aghast. Sip him pull out his gun. .. Dor's! Directly shoot. The driver of the motorbike slammed down, the motorbike collapsed overrunning them both. The mask ran into the market, jumped behind the meat merchant's porcelain table. Still quiet market early today, except vegetable traders ahead there.

“Stop ..!” The two residents were chasing Kopeng, who was shot earlier turned out to be just slammed into his shoulders. Dor's! Dor's! Dor's! Police warning shots ripped through the silence. Vegetable traders, mostly mothers, were screaming hysterically, they were in a mess looking for a place to hide.

While taking cover, Kopeng checked the magazine of his gun, there were still bullets. He fumbled his pants pocket, a full magazine unused. “Damn it! How can I know them..” the curse in my heart.

“He, you're there.... Surrender!”

The mask did not reply, he was staking out the position of the opponent. The mask grabbed a piece of wood nearby, then tossed it soar towards police protection while rolling over the shelter shift. Grusak... The wood fell on a pile of bamboo baskets near the police position. Reflek.one of them immediately stood up... Dur's Dor! He shot towards the old Kopeng position.

From his new position, Kopeng nongol . Dor's! His gun barked, the reverse was toppled backwards. However, he has not been down Jaga. Dor's! The other reverse bullet broke into the heart of this member of the elite Kopen army. The mask slams, falls twice on the ground, and then sits motionless. It was clearly 'Kopen' on the back of his black shirt

Last afternoon, after breaking into the wall of the shophouse with Kuncrit, Kopeng returned to his house to take a bath. Turns out he's out of clean clothes, all still submerged in the laundry basin. Understandably, his wife in Pati. Noisier them. And, there's only that 'Kopen' black shirt. Wearing, jacket covered, done. It was fine until Kopeng handed over his jacket to Hazri. Forgetting he had written on the back of his shirt, Hazri didn't even know. So, this event happened.

Police sirens blaring. Fahmi arrives at the scene, with Noto he goes straight into the market to the scene. His chest thumped to see a dead body lying face down over there. Between hope and anxiety.., Hazrikah? Fahmi turned the body over, not it. He let out a long sigh, either relieved or disappointed, then ordered Noto to have his men take care of the corpse. All the bodies of the members who were killed were hit by Kopeng bullets.

Fahmi sat down on the porch. His gaze looked far away, trying to reflect on what Hazri said in the shophouse earlier that he and Hazri actually had no problem. Right personally, but not in sincerity. “I'm a cop, you're the villain, Zri..” Fahmi sighs inwardly. “I'm honestly amazed at you, baby you're a criminal. If not...”.

Noto approached Fahmi.

“Thank you,” Fahmi received tea box that Noto proffered.

“Identity blank, Dan. Just the writing on his shirt was,” Noto said. Fahmy did not comment. “Who are your fallen members?”

“Bripka Paidi, Reskrim Polres.”

Fahmi rubbed his forehead. “No reports from others?”

Noto shakes. “Three reports, nil. I command keep looking.” Fahmi mangosteen again. Adhan dawn sayup-sayup reverberate

“Alright, Not, please take care here. I have to go back to the office,” said Fahmi after the dawn adzan passed. “Send my respects to Kapolres.”

“Ready!” Noto stood up straight to pay his respects.

Fahmi slid back into his office. He needed to report this incident directly to his supervisor at the first hour of entering the office this morning. Gas pedal trampled full. Suzuki Vira Das Polri was fast

Splitting wind..

Welcoming dawn....

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Ajian is an old literary work that in Sundanese literature belongs to the class of mantras that have a function to increase the power of inner birth for those who believe and use it and can reach others.