Chapter 68 Chapter 68 The PoliceMan
Luke’s POV
“Slowly turn and take two steps forward. Easy.”
I turned slowly as the voice sounded. And just then, when I finally turned, I saw that it was indeed a policeman.
He dressed in uniform and had his holsters beside his belt. From what I could see, he had two holsters. Two holsters meant two guns, but he was only pointing one gun at me, while the other remained in the second holster.
“Drop your gun to the ground nice and easy and kick it forward,” he instructed immediately.
With this, I did as he asked me. I dropped the gun to the ground easily and kicked it forward towards him as he remained pointing the gun at me.
As he saw that I listened to what he instructed, he walked slowly towards me now. His pointed gun firm at me spoke volumes as he was approaching.
“If you do anything funny, I’ll shoot!” he sounded.
“I won’t do anything funny, officer,” I lied.
Scoff.
There was something police officers needed to know. If they wanted to arrest a criminal like me, they should come in their numbers.
So many times, I have been hit by bullets, and I have pulled them out myself whenever I got to safety.
In this way, I was not scared of a gun being pointed at me. At first, I’d cooperate since there was a distance. But when they got close to me to the extent that I could feel their breath, that would be the biggest mistake they ever made.
The officer got to me and grabbed my hand, which I surrendered up in the air.
He was about to grab the other and handcuff me when I suddenly twisted my body.
Twisting my body, I abruptly went around him and held him by the waist. Just then, I lifted him up and smacked him to the ground.
As he hit the ground, “Aaagh!” he screamed.
Scoff.
Just then, I snatched his gun from his hand and kicked it forward. I also disabled his holster holding the second gun from his belt and tossed it away.
His baton stick right by the other side of his belt, I unbuckled and flung it away also. Now, he was without weapons, and I was without weapons as well.
“Now, we can fight man to man!” I smirked at him as I hit his face with a slap!
He got up and clenched his fist. This had gotten hella interesting.
To this, I smirked again. A policeman who knew he should defend himself when his weapons had been taken away was worth more than 4 stars. But why was this policeman having just 1 star? Was he a bottom-ranked officer?
I began to see lapses in his fighting stance. His balance was weak, his fist was not rightly positioned. His fear was evident in his body.
Didn’t he know he was a quack officer before he decided to attack a handsome and very criminal crack like me?
Scoff!
In prison, we’d fight head to head to defend our lives. Though prison was meant to shape us into repentance of the crime that took us into a cell, it did something else instead.
It taught us how to be tougher. How to be more dangerous. And as such, with this unbalanced stance from the police officer, I already knew he was a fucker who would lose.
Immediately I lunged at him with a fist. But my intention was not to hit him with my fist. It was a distraction to him, and just when he attempted to dodge my fist, he didn’t know it when I hit him with my knee to the stomach.
The pain he felt was so much that he held his stomach and fell to the ground. But who falls in the face of battle?
I grabbed his hair now and kicked him in the face.
“Aaagh!” he screamed again and again to every other thing I did to him.
Just then, I got bored.
When in a fighting ring, when you fight with a worthy opponent, you’d feel good about yourself because if you won the fight, it would feel so deserving. But with an unworthy opponent?
This officer was so unworthy, and I just stepped backwards, picked his gun from the ground. And with my glove, I knew there was going to be no fingerprint on it.
Bang! I shot him immediately in the head.
As soon as I shot him, I knew it was risky to leave him out there. Not only would it make him be found quicker, but it would also lead to finding Abel.
“I have to clean this mess up,” I muttered to myself.
Just then, I decided to take a quick walk around the bridge to see if the police had brought a car around here or not.
As if I knew, just in the distance, he had parked his car. He seemed to have trailed me here. And just then, I opened his car door and sat in his driver’s seat.
I checked into his radio, wanting to know if he had been in communication with his colleagues. But on the dashboard, I saw that he was yet to call anyone. He wanted to be a hero by handling me alone, but he had been sent to God in heaven to comfort him for his silly choice.
Scoff!
I pressed the start button of his car and drove it down the bridge. Getting to his dead body, I pulled over and tossed his body into his trunk.
Just then, I got a stone and placed it on the acceleration pad. The car drove itself into the river ahead, and it sank in my presence before I left.
Mission accomplished!