Chapter 52 Loan Without Needing To Pay It Back (2/2)
After he said that, Laz suddenly dropped into a crouched position, like a runner getting ready to sprint. Although the thugs had the guns trained on him, they didn't expect him to suddenly move. None of them had been trained to handle a gun before or even fired one, so they had a psychological block that caused them to not fire right away even when faced with danger. Experience isn't something that can be taught.
Before they could react, Laz had pushed off with his feet and at a rate that was almost invisible to the eye, was standing right in front of the muscle head. Laz wasn't nearly as fast as Kennedy, but that was only in terms of overall speed. When moving while fighting, it takes a different kind of speed to be fast and reflexes to move in ways that others can't compare with. Kennedy may be much faster than Laz, but this is why she couldn't have beaten him in the forest that day. Grandpa Bill had trained him well for this.
Reaching out his hand, Laz grabbed the almost two meter high muscle head and lifted him off the ground with just his right hand. Since even then, Laz had a hard time keeping him off the ground since he was a bit shorter than the muscle head, he even leaned him forward while locking his neck down, preventing the strong guy from curving his back and getting his feet to touch the ground. Laz had locked his joints to prevent him from getting any leverage so that he would struggle less.
His goal wasn't to cut off his air supply. It was to close the artery and prevent blood going into his brain, a much faster way to knock someone out.
After only a moment, the giants body went completely limp as he passed out, dangling like a limp noodle. Angelo and meat ball's fear had once again be reignited. This time, they knew they had been mistaken. This was no trick.
Laz didn't give them a moment to collect themselves and made another instantaneous dash towards the meatball, repeating the steps that brought the giant down. The only problem was that due to the amount of fat on the meatball, he was able to struggle a bit, kicking and grunting while his vision blurred.
It was actually the fatty's struggle that woke Angelo up from his stupor. By the time the meat ball and gone limp and hit the ground, Angelo lost all mental blocks about shooting and fired off a shot towards Laz.
BANG
The sound reverberated in the alleyway between the buildings and caused a sound almost like an explosion. Laz wasn't startled in the least though. He simply took a small step to the side and started to calmly walk towards Angelo.
Angelo's biggest problem with having never fired a gun before was being unprepared. The forceful jerk from a 9mm that would have been nothing to s skilled shooter, caused his hand to move and the bullet to go off course by quite a bit. He had been aiming at Laz's chest, but as a result, almost shot his ear. It was child's play to dodge a shot like that.
As Laz got closer and closer, Angelo was moving back quickly, with the thought of running out of the alleyway, getting in his car and getting as far away as possible. Laz wasn't going to give him that chance. He moved suddenly straight at Angelo and came up right in front of him. Angelo had only enough time to get off one more shaky shot that Laz easily avoided before his neck was in the iron like grip of Laz.
With his cold, glowing red eyes Laz just looked at Angelo and squeezed, causing his vision to blur quickly. The last thing he heard before drowning in darkness was Laz's somewhat childish intimidation voice saying, ”you lose.”
As he dropped Angelo to the ground, he looked over to the dumpster that Kennedy had jumped behind, signalling her to come out.
”Hey, that was pretty kick ass for a little guy,” she said jokingly as she walked over.
”Yeah? So does that mean you've fallen for this awesome display of man?” Laz replied somewhat laughingly.
”Man?” Kennedy exaggeratedly looked around. ”What man?”
”Never mind. Now what do we do? People will be looking around and calling the cops over soon.” Laz had black lines on his face as though he wondered if this girl would ever actually look at him as something other than a little boy.
”Get the keys from Angelo and get them into the car. If anyone asks, just say they passed out drunk in the Pool Hall. I'll be right back.” With that said, Kennedy ran into the pool hall from the side door and quickly stashed the bag and cash back into the locker, before rushing outside again.
Laz had already gotten them back into the car at this point with little trouble thanks to his strength. Most people were staying inside as the shots had scared them so there were no awkward questions being asked. It was also possible to hear the sounds of sirens in the distance.
”Alright, next, grab their wallets and get all the cash and their identification,” Kennedy ordered after quickly surveying the situation.
”WHAT?” Laz asked, a bit shocked.
”Just do it. Put the wallets back in their pockets. Oh, don't touch any plastic and make sure your wearing gloves, were just taking out a small loan without needing to pay it back.” Kennedy said with a wicked grin while quickly put on some gloves she had grabbed from her purse that she had retrieved from the locker after putting the other bag back in.
They worked quickly since Laz no longer asked questions.
”These bastards were kind of rich huh?” Laz had gotten almost two thousand just from the two henchman while Kennedy worked on Angelo's wallet.
”Of course. Idiots like this like to feel important by having cash on them. Egotistical assholes. Alright, pull down their pants and underwear too. Make it look like the fat one is laying on the tall one. Check for any liquor and pour it on them as well. Quickly, NO QUESTIONS!” Kennedy ordered again, seeing that Laz had a face like what the hell was wrong with this girl.
It took only a few moments to complete the task and set up a scene where it looked like the two henchmen were having a lustful encounter in the back seat while Angelo was watching on from the front seat, while playing with himself. Laz had never felt more dirty in his life.
Kennedy had retrieved the guns at some point as well, putting the one that fired back into Angelo's hand while storing the other two in her purse. At this moment, the sirens sounded like they were right on top of them. After dumping a bottle of vodka over the passed out men, she stood back for a moment to admire her work. Laz backed off as well and couldn't help but think that it basically looked like a drunk, male love fest that ended too excitingly.
”GOOD, MOVE IT.” Kennedy commanded while running back into the alley and going into the side door of the pool hall with Laz quickly on her heels.
As he ducked inside, he turned around quickly as he noticed the cops had arrived and were jumping out of their cars, locking down the whole street.