The leader rushed to give Quincy a jab but Quincy moved his
head and gave him a round-kick hitting his torso which weakened the leaders
leg. Without wasting any time, Quincy slit his neck leaving him on the floor.
He went to loose his sister after killing the leader.
Quincy dashed out of the container he was like running through other containers and glaring at the hunk.
"You finally decided to come out hey?" the hunk man shouted while laughing and shooting at Quincy, following him up, but within him, he was shocked as to how the young boy moved. He felt like the young boy knew that following him up while holding such a huge gun was going to be tasking.
Quincy had thought exactly that and taking his nimble and slender figure, he could do maneuvers that the hunk could not do while holding that gun, that was why this place was the best battleground for Quincy.
He ran around buy still kept his eyes peeled on the hunk gunman waiting for an opening, and he saw it.
After the magazine had finished and the man wanted to insert another, Quincy rained bullets on him, focusing on the gunman's hand until a bullet pierced it making him drop his gun and run out to take cover.
"Tch... This bastard of a child." The Man drilled his finger into the hand that the bullet pierced, removing the bullet before wrapping his hand with a piece of cloth he tore from his shirt.
"Chanie, you didn't do the right thing." the man dashed towards his machine gun but another set of bullets rained down on him preventing him from taking it.
"FUCKER!!!!" Now he was enraged. He took a huge wooden box and threw it as Quincy before running towards his machine gun, but Quincy moved forward while deflecting the wooden box and jumped over it as he opened fire once again.
He reached in front of the gunman with his gun pointed at him while he stepped on the machine gun and pushed it away from the man.
"So what where you saying fucking hunk. You kept in blabbing because you had a gun right? What are you gonna say now.?" Quincy smiled as he kept his hand on the trigger and pointed his gun at the hunk.
"Hehehe... You better pull the trigger because am definitely killing you if not." The gunman who seemed enrage and had veins popping from his face spoke coldly with intense bloodshot eyes.
"I will definitely do that hehe"...
The trigger was pulled but no bullet came out...Quincy had run out of bullet. "Fuck.."
A huge leg, the size of a tree trunk slammed into Quincy's chest sending him flying like a broken kite, slamming his body onto a container as he coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"You always should check your ammunition before shooting young boy. Now am going to break all your bones."
"What the fuck were you dieting on that you look like a gigantic human eh?" Quincy cracked a joke despite the feeling of broken ribs as he brought out two daggers that were strapped on his waist and took an unusual stance which the man was familiar with.
He looked at Quincy with wide eyes. "You... Who are you? How do you know the Mexican house Black Gun stance? "
"Oh... You know this stance eh? Then you definitely have to die." Quincy dashed forward using his body which was nimble to his advantage as he passed between the hunks legs avoiding his punch while cutting the cartilage of his joints from both legs and in one swift motion, climbed his body even before the man could kneel due to his leg.
He slit the throat of the hunk, finishing him off swiftly.
After Quincy was sure he was dead, he plopped down on his butt. "Fuck... I almost thought I had died there..." He looked at the corpse of the hunked gunman and had a worried look on his face. 'He knew of the Black Gun gang of Mexico... I thought Donald had taken care of them... Why am I hearing their name again?... Fuck... Things are really becoming dangerous for me.. "
He limped his way to where his sister and Amaya where only to meet the shocked face Amaya had on her. It seemed like she had a truckload of questions, but he wasn't in the mood of answering them, so he just ignored her and placed his hand on his sister's head.
"You can open your eyes now Diana. Big bro is here now okay?"
"Big bro" she was in tears as she embraced
Quincy crying like a baby. "Where were you? I was so fucking scared"
"Am here now aren't I? No need to be cared. Big bro will take all your fear away okay. Now you can smile"
Amaya was moved by the sibling love between them, and knowing that Quincy wasn't really fond of her and also wouldn't answer her questions, she just smiled at him.
"Thanks for saving me Quincy."
"I was saving my sister. Not you. KDP people are on their way now. I called them before thrashing these bastards." He didn't
even look her way after saying this. Amaya somehow felt annoyed as she pouted.
Soon KDP's people arrived at the scene with the police and the medics incase any of any injury on the girls, but they were met with a harrowing view of a lot of bodies on the ground with three people walking towards them.
"Reel!!" Amaya shouted after seeing her cousin. She ran to hug her cousin.
"Amaya...are you okay? Hope you're not hurt."
"Am not but you guys need to check in Quincy. He fought all the thugs alone. He may be injured."
Reel saw Quincy heading out with his sister while limping and knew that he was hurt. He ran to meet
him.
" Where are you going? Get a checkup done first before heading out.
"Hehehe check up? Those guys aren't enough to get me injured....aaargh.."
"Shut up brother. It's very clear that you are injured with quite a lot of broken ribs... Get treated will you... " Diana had hit Quincy on his rib lightly and pouted.
"Tch... I guess a little checkup won't bite.." He left Reel with his thoughts and went towards the medics to get some treatment done.
"Just who is this guy? He beat so
many high end bastaeds and killed those elites and yet only escaped with some broken ribs..? Is this a fucking nollywood or what?" He couldn't deny it, seeing the huge gunman that Quincy had taken down reminded him of David and Goliath, but what he didn't know that that one movement had ended this Goliath, just like the one of the Bible.
If those guys heard Quincy say that they weren't enough to injure him, they would have spit out a bucket full of blood now. Where they that easy to deal with? Could they still be called mercenaries after hearing this shit from a High school kid?
"Did he really take on those guys by himself?"
"That's fucking unreal. He looks like a high school kid. How could only him take on all those guys? Even Kido can't even do this. "
"Do you see any other guy here?"
The bodyguard were all arguing among themselves. They still couldn't believe that a high school guy could take on all the mercenaries including the elites. How many of them could do that?
That was really unexpected.