Strongest Prisoners

Chapter 4 : Daily Task

A few months earlier

Water was flooded in between narrow alleys. The young man in the dragon-patterned suit walks in there smoking cigarettes in his mouth. He was now only accompanied by a quiet and wistful feeling accompanied by the raindrops surrounding him.

The black gloves that he wore turned red. He was already uncomfortable wearing dirty gloves because of the blood of those pricks who got in his way.

"Spike! Don't expect you to pass us just like that!..." Said one of the battered men sprawled on the ground.

That guy named Spike didn't look at those men. He just kicked the prick's stomach so hard he couldn't lose consciousness.

“Huh…Can't I start my work with a clean sheet without one of my clothes getting dirty?" Spike asked himself.

Now he's standing in front of a remote karaoke place between the gangs. In front of him is a big neon sign that writes "first sin"

Spike tried to get through one of the glass doors. But before that, he looked back.

He saw dozens or even hundreds of people lying on the ground. Some pass out, some endure the pain, and the rest of them stare at Spike so hard they can't do anything to stop it.

They all failed to stop Spike.

"This is what their men are capable of? How can a gang like this survive being in rank number four?" Mumbled spike in confusement.

The bell rings, the sign of someone coming through the front door. But instead of a warm welcome received by Spike, a log came against him unexpectedly.

"Take that, you son of a bitch!" Yelled the bald man on Spike's right side.

Luckily, Spike's been doing this job for years. Working as a bouncer in the low-hats gang was also practicing his fighting skills, Instinct and awareness of what's going on around him made him capable of saving himself.

The swinging log was held in place by only one of Spike's hands. The bald man got stunned, believing that he was swinging so hard that nobody could even stop it.

A split second, spike glared at the bald man.

"Can you be more creative with me? I've had enough of these surprising techniques."

Throwing away the log, Spike immediately hit the bald man with his own weapon. He knocked away until he broke the glass behind him.

Spike realized that he didn't want to make a lot of noise by making him crash into the glass, but nature was on his side. The raindrops there are able to camouflage the noise.

While still unharmed, Spike casually walks forward.

Although he didn't see it firsthand, he could tell that in this room there were scantily clad scared girls who were hiding in fear of losing their lives.

The sound of weeping and the choking of young girls who tried to restrain themself could still be heard by Spike. And Spike, he chose to ignore them. As long as they don't interfere with their work here.

"Stay there! Or I'll shoot you!"

Suddenly, one of the girls was wearing a short yellow dress consistent with her blonde hair holding a gun to the spike. Even so, she was terrified of the way the eyeliner faded under her eyelids.

"All right, calm down, I'm not moving." Answer spike.

He's walking slowly trying to get close to her right now.

"I told you, shut up!" Yelled the girl more loudly than ever.

"Okay, sorry. But I have to make sure of one thing for you. Did you get a good use of that gun? You can kill yourself with it."

"Enough, stay there. Or I'll shoot you with this gun!"

For a girl, she's quite brave. Spike understood that she was doing it to defend herself. But she noticed something strange. How could a girl get access to a firearm?

Spike raised his hand, he could have avoided shooting that girl with the gun shaking. But the more unprofessional a person is, the harder their shot is to predict. He didn't want to waste his luck just for that.

"Okay. I've been quiet for now. Then what do you want from me?"

The girl fell silent with a still whimpering in fear. She's probably never pointed a gun at anyone before.

Suddenly from behind, someone with a big body hugging the spikes made him unable to move.

"Gotcha!" He whispered in Spike's ear.

If he was in this condition, Spike could have been the victim of the girl's random shooting today. He's trying to release the grip of the man behind him now.

"It's useless. You're too arrogant to think you can take us out on your own! You underestimate us, The Lizards!"

Spike's still having trouble trying to get out of that grip. He looked around, looking for a way to escape the man.

"Blondie, hurry up and shoot this guy! "Asked the man in the direction of the girl holding the gun.

Still frightened, the girl pulled the trigger. Screaming and closing your eyes

"Coward, how dare you tell a girl to cooperate with your devious act!"

In a fraction of a second later, Spike tried to avoid a shot from the girl by stepping on the feet of the man behind her quickly and turning himself. Automatic, the bullet that should have lodged in his body was hit on the guy right now.

Spike just pulled the gun on the girl. While the man who had been shot was lying on the floor holding his bleeding spleen.

"Just get out of here. I spared you all!." Spike said something to the girl. afterwards, all the girls in the room ran away screaming in fear.

"Who told you to release my assets! I paid good money for all of them!" He shouted.

Spike just realized that the person who had her captive back there was Tammy, the boss of The Lizards, the person Spike had to kill in his line of duty.

Without further ado, the man with the full arm of the muscle pointed his gun at Tammy.

"Tammy, The Lizards. Your presence in the district has disturbed us, the low-hats. We already gave you some warning, but you never paid attention. We have been greatly diminished by your presence. Therefore, I will finish you off right here and right now on your heels."

"Fucking Low-hats! You've taken everything! Do you think the path you are all gonna take is the right one? You're walking on mud slide! Soon your reign will be overthrown!”

The gun was fired, right through Tammy's head. Making a hole in his brain

Spike immediately tossed the gun, and picked up the phone in his pants pocket.

"Cole, I've done my job. So, how many more heads do I have to cut to get me promoted?"