THE MAN NAMED JACK GUNTER

LET THE GAME BEGIN

After the showcase of Jack Gunter in the flair cartel, the entire city trembled, the fall of the flair cartel had spread amidst the city, hitting the tables of the AOC and the black market, including the cops. Jack Gunter’s return brought fear and trembling into the minds of the leaders of the AOC, they needed a savior, they knew what Jack Gunter was capable of and didn’t want to wait for him to strike first.

“Can you please explain to me who the fuck is the AOC of which Jack Gunter was talking about in that video?” A fat man seated on a spinning office chair in a well decorated office asked, a man was standing adjacent to him while he read a file which was placed on his table.

“The AOC is a group that over sees the affairs of assassins and criminals in the continent. They have power to grant help to any criminal that need one. They had all that any criminal wanted, weapons, bombs, nuclear weapons, world class assassins, and many more ammunition.” The man reported, still standing next to the man on the spinning chair.

“WOW! Then who the heck is the Black Market?”

“The black market is where drug dealers and other criminals come to sell their products, this was to join forces with the AOC to help it grow and help individuals walking for them get richer as well, not only do they sell drugs, they also traffic humans and force women to prostitution as well.” He replied.

“Mike, why wasn’t any of their cases mentioned to me since I began to work here as the chief security detail, I believe I was transferred here more than a year ago from Africa, and none of their cases have been revealed to me.”  He had veins popping out of his head as he lashed the man standing next to him with words.

“Mr. Collins, sir, the AOC and the Black market have been on their best behavior until the return of Jack Gunter, he is the reason for the season sir.” The man sat back on a chair close to him, crossing his legs as he watched the chief nag.

“Oh so you are now making this a joke, Mike this is a criminal association and all because they have been in their best behavior, the force decided to shut down the case?” He paused for a while, catching his breath.

“I need the case reopened, and get me details on Jack Gunter, I need a close watch on him, I smell trouble around him, even if he has the same mission with us. DISMISS!”

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It was a cold and blistering evening, Mr. Flair is being pushed by one of his body guards on a wheelchair, they both entered an abandoned area, where garbages were scattered around, they arrived at a gate which seemed to be a private area, Mr. Flair then spoke.

“A cold mango in a basket.” Almost immediately the gates opened automatically. The man kept pushing the wheelchair as they both inched closer to an underground house.

They walked into the underground house, it was like a new city in there, armed men were placed at every corner of the premises, they all stood there, dead silent, looking robust and robotic as well.

As they got closer to the main entrance, a brunette inches closer to them, she gave Mr. Flair a welcoming smile as well.

“Mr. Flair, the manager has been expecting you.”

“How is his mood?” Mr. Flair enquired, trying to give himself a little hope before he walked in.

“Usual.” The brunette replied.

“Uuuu, that’s bad,” Mr. Flair exclaimed.

“I’ll take it from here kind sir.” The brunette took the handle of the wheelchair from the bodyguard, the rules were simple, ‘NO BODYGUARDS ALLOWED.’ What happened in the AOC department of elite was not for any normal eye to see, it was top secret.

The maid walked into the department, it was cool and bright in there, there was a water fountain at the center of the room, furniture which cost a fortune decorated the room, there was a pool court beside the entrance, and a robust male figure on a white collar shirt was seen playing a one-man game.

“Welcome Flair, I see you are still suffering from your mistakes,” The male in the game room yelled, catching their attention.

“What mistake do you speak of Mr. Manager?”

“Well, the almighty Jack Gunter was under your custody as your god dam, son in law, and you kept him alive. You know we don’t really accept mistakes in AOC, right?” he kept on playing pool, acting like his attention wasn’t in their discussion.

“Gunter disguised himself as a normal person, there was nowhere I would have known, and besides we all thought that he was dead, so the blame shouldn’t be pushed to me.” Mr. Flair gulped his saliva.

“Guess he is now a cat with nine lives Mr. Flair, you made a mistake that would cost the AOC and you are taking the matter with ease,”

“Just so you would know, Jack Gunter was here a while ago and we lost fifty men at his arrival, he has taken over the dark coast, and also he has conquered the silver cartel. He is taking over our main supports and it’s all because of you Mr. Flair.” The man speaking was furious, but he busied his anger by playing pool. Soon he drops the pool stick, grabbing a glass of tequila as he exits the game room, walking over to Mr. Flair.

“You know what Mr. Flair, I feel an urge to deep an entire pool-stick into your throat, or even send a fucking bullet into your god dam mouth, but AOC needs you, so I guess I have to chop down my desires,”

“Manager, I would personally get rid of Jack Gunter, all I need is your help,” Mr. Flair said, humbling himself to the manager.

“How do you wanna stop a man who single handedly killed one hundred world class assassins on his own, with just a piston, on a fucking wheel chair Mr. Flair? Do you think that this is all a child’s play? As far as Jack Gunter is our number one enemy, you must also know that he a really dangerous man to toil with.”

“Well Mr. Manager I have one thing he doesn’t have,” Mr. Flair’s tone echoed with confidence.

“And what is that? A fucking wheelchair?” Manager replied sarcastically, a giggle came from the brunette behind Mr. Flair.

“Well that makes two things, a wheelchair and the nightmare, the BARRACUDA.” Immediately Mr. Flair calls this name, the lady behind him gasped.

“Who the fuck is that?” Manager questioned.

“The Barracuda is another dangerous assassin and also the arch rival of Mr. Jack Gunter, he was the second most-fierce assassin in the country and also a crazy man, he had the aura of the joker in the batman movie, he never took anything serious, but he sure loved to murder.” Mr. Flair replied.

“According to him, murdering was his hobby, he had a kill streak of two thousand assassins in less than a year, and he was still tasty for blood. Best part is that he is blind.” The brunette continued.

“It was confirmed that he was the only man who caused Jack Gunter to stay hidden for half a year, until they reconciled, but I guess that reconciliation was fake, because right now, we have Barracuda working for us.” Mr. Flair added.

Could this be the end of the legendary, Jack Gunter.

“Well send him to do the god dam work if you’d please.”