Chapter 297 - An Eye for an Eye - meters
Alfredo
"What's wrong with you?" Good question. We got into my car.
"In the report sent by Rata, the guys have a group that does this kind of stuff. Even if they delete the videos and look for the best in the field, they can't do anything. They get pleasure from seeing blood."
"They're crazy. While Patricia was sleeping, I saw what Simon sent."
"You sent me to look for it. What do you want to do? Kill them? Here, I brought you this." It was what they used to tear up his rectum. Bastards, sadists.
"Yes, but it's not that simple."
"For someone who doesn't like the girl, you're taking this very personally."
"If you make another comment like that, I'll mess you up." The idiot looked at me and smiled.
We arrived at the house where they meet. We got out of the car. From the back, I took out my gun, the silencer, spare cartridges in my pockets, a knife in its sheath on my leg, and put on some gloves. Lobo was doing the same. It was daytime. Since he arrived, he hadn't stopped using the sound isolator. He took out the hood of the bulletproof suit our bosses had sent us and put it on.
"I'm not wearing the suit," I said. I haven't used it yet.
"Me neither. They asked to see the operation."
We arrived as if we were just another part of that sadistic fraternity. Maybe Lobo is right that I'm taking it too personally. When we entered, the ten guys stopped playing pool to look at us with their eyebrows furrowed.
They looked at Kevin, who had his face covered, then at me. I looked at each one, seeing the one sitting on the couch watching, with a broken nose, a swollen eye, and a huge scratch on his neck.
"They gave you a good beating," I said.
I swear this was the bastard who tore Patricia's anus. The girl did defend herself.
"He ended up worse." Wow, the scumbag was a liar.
"Him? A little bird told me it was a girl. You and you," I pointed to the two guys I had photographed.
Kevin was on the sidelines. What's wrong with him? Is he going to leave them all to me? The accused was red. I ignored Lobo, wanting to give those guys a beating... "Don't kill them, don't carry three more deaths on your conscience, hand them over to justice, I beg you." Those words, accompanied by that look...
"Who are you?"
Two guys came at us. I hit one hard and felt his tooth break, then I hit the other with all the rage I had without knowing why. The classes taught us, "You must give a well-placed punch, and the opponent will fear you."
"Want more?" I raised my hands. Kevin was just recording. What a help! "Want to receive a real beating from someone who doesn't give a damn about what happens to you?" I just realized that in my team, I have a real leader.
"Leave. Anyone else want to go?" One of the guys who raped Patricia was about to leave. "Not you, no, no, no. You and I have an unsettled score. The rest can go." They left the three involved. Lobo sat like a spectator. I looked at Lobo. "You and I will talk later."
I swear he was laughing. Is this because of the joke from a few months ago? The three guys came at me. I kicked one and punched the other two, breaking one's nose and knocking the wind out of the other.
"I'm going to do this quickly."
I took out my gun, put on the silencer, and the young guys' eyes widened in fear. Now that I see them up close, one must be twenty-one and the other twenty-two. The older one, about my age, was the one who did that to Patricia. I fired the first shot at the floor so the bullet would ricochet and hit one of the guys in the leg. It did, and the scream was immense.
"You're a damn maniac!" The oldest was the most hysterical.
"Me, a maniac? Do I abuse women like you do?"
"Did that bitch send you?" I hit him with the butt of my gun, splitting his eyebrow.
"Respect Patricia. In fact, you'll learn to respect all women from now on! You know why?" I must look like a psychopath with my changing expressions. "Because today you're going to feel what she and all the others you've raped felt."
"Fags should die, and bitches too." This man was sick. I pointed at the one I had knocked the wind out of.
"Strip. You're going to do it to your boss like you've done to more than one guy according to the videos. GO! Or I'll fill your body with holes in places that won't kill you but will hurt."
Seeing the oldest one's face in terror was satisfying. With a calmness I didn't know I had.
"Put this on. You don't like homosexuals, but you enjoy their asses. You're really sick. Learn to accept people, even if you don't share their lifestyle," Kevin said.
"No! Look, if you want, I'll apologize."
"Apologize? Oh, how sweet!" I made a face. "Good idea." I called Patricia.
"Alfredo..."
"Someone wants to talk to you." The frightened guy, with trembling hands, began to speak.
"Look girl, I... I really... really am sorry." I put the gun to his head. "Pl... pl... please forgive me, forgive me." I took his phone and ended the call.
"You've done it now. Now, pull down your pants, look at your buddy, he's already done it and is cooperating, he's scared to death by this situation, and yet, he's aroused, you guys are sick!"
The guy was still scared to death, a cowardly son of a bitch who only likes to oppress the defenseless, he reminded me so much of my father.
"You're going to do this the easy way or the hard way! Come on, are you going to be a good boy and listen to the wolf?" I pointed at my friend who hadn't been much help. Seeing that he wasn't doing anything, I said, "You asked for it!"
I punched him three times and kicked him twice. Then I gagged his mouth with what Lobo handed me. He doesn't help, but he passes me what I need like a fairy godmother. Then I pulled down his pants while one of the young men was trying to leave.
I took one of my knives from my leg, finished pulling down his pants, and threw the knife, hitting him in the thigh. He screamed. I’m a doctor, so I know where to stab without damaging organs.
"I didn’t tell you to leave. Look, take that camera and record what your friend, the sick one with the hard-on, is going to do to your boss, the same thing they do to so many people who don’t deserve it. You’re going to experience it firsthand." The guy I had gagged was crying. When he started recording, I pointed at the sick one.
"Now!" The muffled scream, with tears in his eyes, was the result. "You have no right to do this to innocent people. Does it hurt? That’s what all the people you’ve subjected felt. I’m sorry to be the one to teach you this lesson, but always remember, if a woman says no, it means NO."
I took my phone and called the police station, spoke to the officer who took my statement, gave them the address, and hung up.
"That's what the girls and boys you do this to feel! Enough!" There was blood on the floor. I took the recording. "If I find out you do this to other people, not only will I release this and ruin your reputation as recognized athletes, but I will also have a lot of fun with you. Don't report me."
As soon as we heard the sirens, we left the house, leaving the doors open for the officers to enter. They arrived, and we were already several blocks away. I stopped the car and took off my gloves.
"What..."
"What kind of help was that?!" I laughed, still wearing the mask.
"Why didn’t you kill them?"
"Rata told me not to kill again unless my life or the lives of those I protect depended on it. Besides..."
"Besides?"
"Patricia didn’t want that."
"Why are you still wearing the mask? Is this some kind of test?"
"The boss says yes." My phone rang, and Kevin took off his mask.
"Boss?"
"Alfredo, I officially welcome you to our brotherhood." The fact that Don Roland Sandoval is calling me is... "We no longer kill unless it’s necessary and only people worse than us. I just founded a commission to help people in need, like what you just did. We have a gift, and I want us to use it to help. Do you want to join?"
"Wherever you are, boss, I’ll be there."
"Welcome. We’ll talk more later because you’ll need to train with us like you did a few years ago when you started medical school. You need to fit into the group. Good job." My hands were shaking, I looked at Kevin.
"You..."
"A few months ago, we saved forty children from sexual exploitation. Since then, we’ve all been impacted and decided to help, to try to change this world a little."
"We won’t just be on this mission; we’ll be looking for those places that abuse women and children and rescuing them. We have the gift of feeling no compassion for the bad guys, but we do feel for those in need. Welcome to the group, brother."
"Does that mean we’ll be sitting on the same side as Don Roland?" He nodded. "Remember what Gustavo told us when I asked what it takes to get there."
"The general rules are: no killing women, no children, no rape, friendship and hierarchy are honored, and our women are respected."
"Yes, I see it as being loyal to the organization, respecting the hierarchy, developing our gifts and abilities, giving our lives for our brothers, and respecting the women who belong to them."
"That’s what I said," Lobo commented.
"Something like that. It feels weird... I owe them so much, my careers, my character... many things."
"Come on, I need to spend time with my Carlina, and you need to take care of Patricia."
"That sounded like Patricia is my woman."
"I didn’t say that, you just assumed."