GUN MAN

Chapter 7

"Listen, I don't have time for trivial matters.The general public is unaware of this rogue.The Yanks are looking for him, but it doesn't matter what they do.They are not at all subtle.versus me.They blew it right away and sent someone after him.

"How exactly?"

was unable to approach him.Not in the slightest.They are now terrified, though.Had to keep this person out of George's sight in case he tried to find him.

“George?”

“George.Whoo-oooo-oooo.A terrifying figure."Hastings waved his arms around like a child playing ghost.The Uncertain"He shaken his head.They are concerned that he will locate them.

Why are they so afraid of him?

"The fool is aware.They need to make a pair and send someone decent after him rather than a jarhead.Because they are so afraid that Sing Sing will discover the person they sent after him, they stuck the liar in Sing Sing to keep him hidden.In real life, I would have put him to death to punish the thief.Hastings was beginning to stumble in his speech.After the third drink, which came after the other two, he had the fourth in an unsteady hand.

"Maybe I must perform laborious tasks for the Americans.My is everyone else's.Isn't it past due for someone to take the initiative and put their cock on the table?

That is right, I said.It is true that you must always save them, right?

"It's f*cking right.Wankers.They should look.It's possible that Americans are more grateful.Pay attention to the girl up there.I've been getting her attention.Before bringing her and her partner here, I will spit on myself.I believe I'm there.You never know when her partner might treat you kindly.When Hastings tried to slap me on the cheek, I had leaned back.He stood up and slowly made his way toward the stairs to the restrooms.On the way, he spoke with the girls he had mentioned.I could see they weren't intrigued as I watched them.After he left, the girls laughed and exchanged words.

Hastings was out of my mind.Because he was so drunk, I could let him do what he wanted.I stood and walked away while he was still in the restrooms.

Please ensure that all of your luggage is stored in the overhead locker and fasten your seat belts.Currently, we are beginning our descent into La Guardia.

I got off the plane when it landed.I immediately went to passport control because I did not have any luggage.I waited patiently, and after thirty minutes, I was at the yellow line as the long line for non-US residents wound around the barriers like a line at the worst theme park in the world.

I was ushered forward by the Customs and Border Protection agent, who demanded my passport.My usual standard was not the fake passport.I had purchased it in the past for a low price.I had a one-time burner passport to use as identification at hotels and other establishments that insisted on keeping them.Although it was certain to raise an alert flag, I never intended to use it at the border.

"From where have you come today?"The cop inquired.

“Canada.”

Furthermore, what is the purpose of your visit?Is this for work or pleasure?

“Pleasure.Taking a break for a few days."

The chat was only meant to hold me up while the checks were done.If all goes according to plan, not only would my fake passport raise suspicions, but so would the alias that Cam White, an outstanding hacker I knew in England, had fed into the system.It shouldn't take much time.

The traditions official didn't offer anything as he examined the visa.I briefly considered whether White had failed.He had never disappointed me before.

"Sir, would you mind going over there?"A location where another officer was waiting was indicated by the officer.The corpulent body of the second officer strained his uniform.He probably had obesity-related high blood pressure because of his red face.

“Sure.”

After waiting for my passport, I crossed the street to Red Face.He had cocked his elbow slightly so that his hand was hovering close to the butt of his gun, but he tried to appear casual. He looked tense.

"Could you please accompany me, sir?"Red Face asserted

The hack appeared to have worked.White should never have been questioned.

We were joined by another officer.This one looked the specific inverse of Red Face like a when picture for a costly exercise center.He clearly worked out because he was lean and tanned.a gym bunnyHe was joined by a third officer, a tall, black officer who resembled a basketball player.Nearly seven feet tall, he must have been.Perfect.

I didn't have time to follow the law.I needed to enter Sing Sing right away.I wouldn't be able to work if I were simply arrested for entering the country with a criminal record and a moody passport.I needed to move quickly to remand in prison.It had to be a clear crime.I would cross that line if it came to it, though there was a small possibility that I would be sent to prison somewhere other than Sing Sing.

I waited until they had entered a door that was away from the public and contained additional officers.Gym Bunny was in front of Red Face, and Magic Johnson was behind him. Red Face was now walking on my right side and holding onto my arm.

Unexpectedly, I pushed Red Face into Gym Bunny with my right arm.Even though it wasn't a ferocious push, it was enough to give me some time.I abruptly stopped and slammed an elbow backward into Magic Johnson's throat, causing him to fall to the ground like a rag doll with his hands around his neck as he struggled for breath.He was too tall and his throat happened to be at the right level, so I would have preferred to hit him in the temple.

Both Gym Bunny and Red Face reacted in the usual manner and reached for their handguns. However, as I drew closer, it was impossible for them to raise their weapons and use them.Gym Bunny's nose was smashed into my forehead by me.The brow is the hardest piece of the human body and the motor energy created by a purposeful head-butt to the nose resembles being hit by a bowling ball most weak piece of the face.Gym Bunny jerked away before violently falling backwards onto the ground, bleeding from his broken nose already.Red Face, who still hadn't cleared his weapon, caught my attention.I grabbed his hand and applied pressure to a Qin Na WuShu pressure point on the officer's wrist to inflict severe pain and jolt the hand's nerves.I continued moving while the officer immediately put down his weapon.The officer fell to the ground with a flick of the wrist, and I dispatched him with a powerful punch to the side of the jaw.

In a matter of seconds, it was all over.The officials were stunned, bloodied and, in one case, oblivious, yet they would all recuperate.I bent over and took the Heckler and Koch P2000 handgun that Red Face had dropped.To check the load, I released the magazine and ejected it.It had a customary 9mm parabellum load and would most likely be full with every one of the nine rounds.Perfect.Even though he didn't take care of his body, I could smell gun oil and see that his weapon was in excellent condition.It's likely that he had never fired it outside of a range.

To ensure that Gym Bunny and Magic Johnson would remain down, I checked on them.In the subsequent phase of my plan, I didn't want them to get seriously hurt by accident.They were still groaning on the floor.Although Mr. Basketball would be fine if he received prompt medical attention, I was a little concerned about him.After removing their handguns, I left them there.I wasn't here to commit murder.I came here to be arrested for a felony, but the plan wasn't to kill anyone.

I kicked open doors as I moved down the corridor to make the loudest noise I could, but then I had an idea.I pulled the gun out and fired two shots that hit the ground.The shots would draw in the consideration I wanted.As I waited, I imagined people recognizing the sounds of gunfire.They would attempt to comprehend what they had just heard by processing the information in their minds.Was that a shot fired?To dispel any doubt, I fired two more rounds.

As I walked down the corridor with a gun in each hand, a door finally opened and an officer entered.Despite the fact that he was armed with a gun, he had clearly not anticipated meeting anyone in this corridor.Most likely, these guys had never faced a gunman before.They were fortunate because I did not intend to harm them.His eyes widened and his face showed shock.I fired with my gun and struck his feet on the floor.The result was cartoon-like in nature.Through the door he had just entered, the officer jerked backward.A low-pitched, insistent siren began to sound a few seconds later.We were now making progress.I simply needed to ensure that they did not shoot me due to their lack of experience.

I went through the door with the officer and entered a reception area.I would be able to leave the building simply by going through a door as I stood on the enclosed side of the reception.I waited instead.

Two Remington 870 pump-action shotgun barrels pierced the second door across from me.The adjacent gaping barrels resembled the Dartford Tunnel entrance.That was closer to it.