Chapter 25 - Tzar of the East (1/2)
Feeling provoked Chuck smugly smiled at her...
”So Officer Johanna, I suppose your superior has ordered you to be nice to me,” winked Chuck, ”and by the way Sarge, you need to improve on your whispering. If people could hear it, it's not whispering,” Chuck imitated a lowered volume, but a still audible tone similar to the Sergeant, jesting him.
Focusing back on Johanna, he continued, ”Since it is a direct order, I suppose you law-abiders chained by the system 'has' no option but to obey. Now, how is obedient little Johanna going to be nice to me?”
Blatantly checking out the curves of Johanna Chuck said, ”I can think of a few ways of Officer Johanna being 'nice' to me, with those long legs and that shapely butt, a session of twerk may perk me up,” teased Chuck.
In the scene of a crime, surrounded by tens of police officers, Chuck and Chuck alone is daring enough to tease a high commanding officer in front of her subordinates and superiors.
As all the standing officers were displeased over one of their own being jested and objectified. Chuck ignored the angry expression of the police officers and leaped lightly and sat on the trunk of the police sedan behind him.
Sitting on the car trunk made Chuck elevated above Johanna like a king looking down from his throne, as he crossed his legs and his elbows placed at the top of the roof behind him, he exuded an aura of cunning and oppressiveness.
Like a supreme whose might is proved time and again, tempered in the visceral struggles of life and death, a king proven by victory not by inheritance, a dictator proven by his oppressive might, a regal delinquent unfettered and free.
Right before the impulsive young officers are about to step forward to teach Chuck a lesson on justice, the Sergeant screamed out in his megaphone...
”HALT! ALL OFFICERS STAY YOUR STATION! DO NOT MOVE OR PROVOKE! I REPEAT DO NOT MOVE OR PROVOKE”
Then he hurried forward to Chuck, who is still smiling at the events unfolding.
”...Norris ...Chuck Norris ... height 6'4 ...grey hair ... a rare condition of eye color changing with emotions...” the Sergeant's breath turned hoarse as he saw the deep amber color of Chuck's eyes, which were black minutes ago.
[Gulp] ”...Sire...” bowed the Sergeant.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the attitude and the weird manner of speech from the Police Sergeant.
After much deliberation, the Sarge continued,”...am ...am I in the esteemed presence of a Tzar?” as the Sarge spoke his spine and voice lowered and lowered.
”Hahahaha”
Chuck said nothing but his laughter more unbridled than the scorching sun said it all, an aura of a wild beast was unleashed! Blood! Violence! Everyone felt as if they were stared by a predator far high in the food chain!
The Sarge stumbled back losing his balance, the new rookie who was nearby helped him up...
”Sarge, get your act together. He is but one man.”