Larry spoke,"Let me tell you to how I know about what you were going through. I went through it twenty years ago!"
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The man was only eight years old when he last been with his parents.
His father was named Harry and his mother was named Mary. It was one of the rare days off as a captain.
It was a peaceful day, among all the stormy days working on a corrupt Dirty City police force.
He refused to sell out his values out for some more money. He knew that nearly all of the medium sized city ether directly work for the mafia, lived in mafia owned properties, or were on the mafia payroll. It was a battle day in and day out to just function in such a city. The cop was unable to eat out, without the constant threat of being poisoned or being in another kind of assassination attempt.
Larry was mad at first, because he couldn't go to the park like the other kids his own age. He was bullied at school, without any help from the school staff. The lad was being punished for who his father was and for what that he stood for. Larry had to learn to defend himself and was taught how to defend himself from his old man. Eventually Larry was the toughest kid on the elementary school playground, despite being only in the third grade. Harry wouldn't raise no sissy boy and told his son to whatever he need to do to protect himself. Larry would back up his son for it no matter what.
The home of Harry and his family had to be reinforced, as if it was a mini prison. All sorts of
graffiti, filled with all sorts of curse words and racial slurs. It hurt the family, especially Larry at first.
The boy spoke,"Mom, why do they call us whores, bastards, niggers, and other bad names?"
Mary got on her knees and held her son in arms.
"It is because were are good people that will not fit in what the mafia is doing. Dad, will not have it. He is such a good man that got to captain, despite all the reprisals from the police force. He
should be the chief by now. Doing good in an evil world isn't easy baby."
A group of high schoolers in dirty city high jackets drove by throwing eggs at the two.
Harry raced out of his front door and blew out both of the right convertible tires. The car crashed into a nearby ditch, while Harry had his trusty magnum in his hands. The wife and son ran into
the house to clean up, after locking the front door.
The father spoke,"You cocksuckers have the nerve to attack I have shoot two of my six rounds.
There are four for each one of you fuckers. I don't care about what you do for me, but don't screw around with my family!"
The driver spoke,"My dad is the mayor!"
Harry used the shotgun off his back to blow up the sports car's engine.
He spoke,"Don't fuck with a fucker! I will murder you all today and make it look like you all killed yourselves.'
The front passenger pulled out a handgun to fire at the captain, when Harry blew the boy's hands off. He was bleeding to death."
Harry spoke,"Any others want to try me or you all want to call an ambulance for your friend. He needs a hand."
The Driver was crying as he spoke,"You're fucking mad!
He pulled a rifle from his feet, but was shot in the head by the captain
The shards of brains and skulls splashed all over the back two passengers. The teenage boys
both snapped. They jumped out of the car with switch blades pulled out, racing towards the cop.
Harry shot them both in the chest with the two remaining magnum bullets.
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The captain was now in the police chief's office.
"Harry, you lost it! I can't believe that you killed four teenagers, and one of them was the
mayor's kid! You know what that means?"
Harry spoke,"Yes, I know what it means! They attacked my family, I stopped them, they resisted arrest, and attempt to assault a cop!"
The chief spoke,"You are suspended without pay until further notice! Give me your gun and
service revolver."
Harry grabbed the chief over the desk with his callused hands.
"You listen here fucker! I will kill whoever that attacks my family! We have the right to protect ourselves and our property! I know that your fat fucking ass has been under the payroll of the mob your entire career. Take my badge and this piece of shit gun! I never use it anyway. My magnum is so much better anyway. "
The captain put the chief back in his chair gently, put his cigar back in his moth and lit it. He pulled the chief's whiskey from his nearby desk drawer and poured him a glass. Harry left the station without any further incident.