Novel & Cerita Abu Bakar Iron Man

Dreadfully today we hear the declamation of this call, being carried by wind throughout the air and even inside us. The complex and paradoxical demeanor of the mystery, Abubakar Shekau is seen wearing a white caftan with a bullet proof jacket strapped across. His feet were inserted into a leather sandal that looked brandished and constantly abused by the unfavourable weathers of the North.

Jane breaks the silence. “you know he was a kid, and I have different reports of a kid terrorizing the town of Accra” said Barack. “some said he is batman superman, I have never see superman doing what I saw today. “do you think it is the same boy?” she asked “No, I don’t, he is a different person entirely, be careful, this are dangerous time and there might be aliens among us.” "Good, have lot of work to do. See you later, I guess." Jane said as Barack nods He wore back his jacket and walked out of the lab.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

It was supposed to be harmonius but it isn't. "Good morning Uncle." I bowed in front of him. He looked just like my father. But a little overweight. He wore a black toxedo, unbuttoned to the chest revealing his chest hair. He and short curly messy hair, round face, wife chin with messy beard. He looked like a homeless n but he was still the richest man I have ever met apart from my father. He wasn't married. Always in and out of jail. I think the FBI might be looking for him.He spotted me standing beside the door and smiled, revealing his golden crowns. Made of real gold. He opened his arms;

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

Gathering men loyal to me. The iron doors of the bunker’s garage rattle as my men flutter them open for the incoming van. I puff my cigar with ease, watching as Igor, my right-hand man, directs the driver on how to park the van. “Right, Tits, well done.” Igor chants praises to the driver, Tits, as he kills the engine and jumps out of the car. With one eye, I watch Tits, dressed in black biker gear, match toward me with Igor beside him. “Pakhan.” Tits greets, bowing at me. When he rises, I inch close to him, blowing the smoke on his face.

Their attention was on the one they called the little m*nster. “Damn, bro. The atmosphere’s so tense,” one whispered, his voice shaking. “Shut up, idiot,” another hissed back, unable to hide his own nerves. After a few minutes of waiting, the restroom door opened again. The little m*nster stepped out, wearing his favorite Iron Man shirt, fixing his messy hair. The camera angle was a bit far, so they couldn’t make out his expression. He walked with his hands in his pockets, and what they saw made them blink in disbelief. The way he moved, the confidence in his steps, it was eerily similar to their boss, Dark. Some of them blinked repeatedly, as if refusing to believe it.

I stood up from my chair and that was the signal for the DSS agents to come in, Abubakar's men were caught by surprise, they looked at him and he signaled to them to stand down. "What are you going to do to my wife and kid," he said as the agents handcuffed him. "I wasn't going to kill a kid and an unarmed woman, I'm not an animal, your wife and son will live, but you...you won't. " I replied as I walked away from the scene. "Hmm, she will come harder for you, you know?" he said as he was dragged away.

As the shirtless man grew closer, Amy could see how the man’s skin shimmered like the metallic paint on her BMW. She noticed the shirtless man’s ripped blue jeans, which sagged around his waistline. The black bandana tied around his bald head gave him the only human element. Amy’s throat went dry when she got a better look at the mechanized man holding her son. She could clearly see how the robotic man’s design shared 2Pac’s likeness, and it creeped her out. To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life.