Boyayyen Mutun Complete Hausa Novel

There were six tall trees standing in a circle inside a forest that was clean, showing signs that the area was being maintained. Each tree had a shooting-target board fixed to it, and there was a large table standing in the open field with nothing on it.

Vrrrrooom—the loud sound of a power bike filled the place. From where I stood, I quickly pressed record so I could bring you a proper report 😂.

From a short distance away, the black power bike stopped among the trees without the engine being turned off; the machine kept rumbling loudly, as power bikes usually do. I began to observe the rider from his feet upward. He wore black Hermes cover shoes with black socks. He had on black straight-leg trim trousers and a black Versace Greco hoodie. His hands were inside a pair of heavy black men’s gloves, and on his back was a solid black backpack.

Slowly, he placed his hand on the bike’s key and turned it, causing the engine to die. With his left foot, he pressed the brake and steadied the bike properly before making a sharp jump down from it. He stood there, tugging at his clothes and adjusting his stance. He was very tall and well-built; the clothes fit him perfectly.

He raised both hands to the helmet on his head, slowly removed it, and held it in his hand, turning it around as he looked at it. His entire head and face were covered with a black face mask. He wore tight black goggles like the kind soldiers wear, so you couldn’t see his mouth or nose—only the bridge of his nose faintly outlined through the mask.

He placed the helmet on the power bike. Then he lifted his left hand and checked the screen of a sophisticated watch strapped over his glove. After that, he slipped one hand into the pocket of his trousers while the other hung loosely by his side. He turned and began to walk like a lion among the trees.

He stopped by the table in the center of the area, scanning the trees and surroundings carefully. Then he took off his backpack and set it on the table. He unzipped it and pulled out two Beretta M9 pistols, turning them slightly in his hands before adjusting his grip. He began to walk again like a lion until he reached the trees. He adjusted the position of one of the shooting targets fixed to a tree, then turned back and returned to stand in front of the table.