The beginning of new life

[Joel-last]

I like to when I go to a new city sit in the very back of the sleaziest is the most decrepit bar you could possibly find. The type of place where you're afraid that you just might just catch the world's deadliest virus on a barstool. You asked why anyone would want to go to these places. Because the rotten criminals of the worst, that's where their little errand boys like to hang out. They like to drink a little bit too much and talk about things that they shouldn't because they feel comfortable. Like, no one else goes to these **** holes like this except for scum of the earth like them. I do is the best place on earth to get information that no one wants to tell you. They will tell for free because they're too proud of what they did, and they got to tell the whole bar.

So I had been low-key for a while had to get the heat off my back. I went from the US to Canada killed off some big boys and some Canadian cities. The police couldn't get their cuffs on them. Which got the US and Canada to have a joint task force looking for me. But what's new is a man on the run with the mission going to do right? Borders don't stop my mission. Some sound like the boondocks Saints. Some say I'm a real-life Punisher. I don't care anymore. I'm just putting in bullet any a man or woman that should never dodge one in the first place. The scum of the earth. You fucked up. You made a guy ready to put his gun down and retire. Not care at all anymore, bullets and gasoline are pretty cheap, and my skills come for free.

[Joel-last]

There I am, sitting down in the corner of the bar, looking at a beer and a glass I'm not sure I will put my lips on. Who knew this would probably be the last beer I was going to drink for a long time in a bar that smelled like puke, urine, and I don't even want to have an idea with the rest of that smell came from. Then this loudmouth ****** walks in. He's got a story to tell you by how he moves and sits down at the bar slamming his money on the bar and demanding attention from the barkeep. You can tell he's not that important to his organization, and there's a reason why. Nobody would call him tightlipped Willie. That man's lips flapper more than a fart between Rosie O'Donnell's fat *** crack after she's had an entire casserole of beanie and weenies.

So there he goes telling his story about how he got it in a good kidney. That man's going to do what they wanted to now. Nothing like kidnapping someone's little girl that gets them motivated, right? It reminded me of when I was little. I read a Wolverine comic. He was sitting at the bar, and this loudmouth started talking about a girl being kidnapped. So he ended up with this extended, drawn-out plan to get the two mob factions of the city to go to war. All over this little kidnapped girl, he got her return to her parents in the end.

I might not be making go to war. But I'm going to go to war with them. So the gods of justice, I shall be sending you another river of the blood of evil men. Shout flow down like the Niagara Falls. Now I'm going to start painting this new city of Harbor rock red with the blood of evil men.

[Joel-last]

So during the course of Mr. scumbag here telling his story. I make my way up to the bar at some point place a nice little tracer on him. Yeah, I know killing him in the bathroom would get a lot more instant gratification. But generally, you get a bit too caught up in your motions and you kill them without getting enough information. Second, you end up using a nice place for getting information by getting caught killing one of their patrons in the bathroom. Is often they might be shady they might skip on a lot of things. But often they have cameras in places most places don't. Not all of them but enough do a lot of times it's for blackmailing purposes. So I found it's best to put a bullet in him somewhere else.

In one of my favorites is the catch them out with family. Nothing gets someone to talk with a gun to your private parts and a family member or your kids are not too far away. They're going to beg and plead like everybody else. But there's something very real when you make a threat about their family when it's that close and you and they know that you can get to them. It's just an extra bit of psychological leverage that generally works in your favor. No matter how horrible a person you are there's always someone you care about and have a sweet side for. Sometimes it's not a person sometimes it's an animal. But everyone has a person or an animal that you can use as leverage.

Yeah, Mr. or Mrs. reader of this tale. You would say even I have a person like that. I did and they killed both of them. So now my field of Fucks is barren salted and likely radioactive at this point. Yeah, I still have some contacts that can get me the things that I need. None of them have children they're all old. And they'll tell you if you try to use them as leverage I'm going to say kill them, either way, I'm still going to kill you You are just deciding how painful your death is going to be.

Anyway back to the actual story it had. So I actually do finish that beer. I'm pretty sure the last time someone wash that glass was the Middle Ages. I'm pretty sure I tasted the bubonic plague. so well after he stumbles out of the bar into his car and likely makes it home inebriate. A few days ago while watching his bits paying attention to where it goes when. He takes care of all to this cute little restaurant. That's what I decide to make my move. I way to execute him to excuse themselves and go to the bathroom.

I will fall behind him he ends up in a stall with the cold hall hard steel of the gun barrel pressed deep in his tiny dick. So to be honest this part isn't that important it didn't take that much time he spilled the beans but what he spilled was important. So apparently there's a nice little small mob is trying to grow in the underbelly of the city. They're doing the normal racketeering threatening and trying to steal some of the drug trade. They started taking some collections from a few businesses for protection. Apparently, they weaseled their way into a few businesses managing to buy a good portion of their business as well.

The girl that was kidnapped, is in a game of leverage. The girl that was kidnapped was leverage for the person that they kidnapped her from. To make a point to a few others. What they can do. And apparently, they were trying to take over the delivery trade of harbor rock. Pretty much any of the companies that deliver products in and out of the city so they can slowly get their hands in one way or another. There were two other guys and on the kidnapping. Working to start with them first. I don't actually need them. The river of blood needs to start somewhere. I think these two are a bit going to be the first of the many. Don't worry reader I promise we're coming back for this guy. I have to get some C4 and a few of the things for him and he's gonna remember a scene from a Denzel Washington movie .

[Joel-last]

Once I got all of the information about the two other guys who had their hands in the kidnapping, I did a little bit of digging. It took me a few days before I got a good line on one of them.

So the guy at hand I'm decided to call him Johnny. I just like saying the word, Johnny. I called many people Johnny, especially people that I know that's not their name. Is there something about holding a gun in someone's face, smacking them with the pistol, and saying, Oh Johnny boy, you done fucked up. That I greatly enjoy. But we'll get to that here in a minute.


So Johnny boy here was a delivery driver. Apparently, he was also scouting out places for them to weasel their way into. Knowing the schedule of deliveries, they also use it to sabotage other companies purposely. These guys were in a deep up to their eyeballs. So I watched him do a few of his delivery routes. He was finishing the last of one and a lovely alleyway with the right amount of traffic from a major road. If I unloaded several shells into him, it would likely not be heard. It was also pretty late at night, and there wasn't that many homeless on the side of town. It was excellent, and the security camera that faced the alleyway. I guess it was installed horribly and, for some reason, it left a lovely blind spot towards the back of the truck. Like you could see the truck, but you couldn't see at all what was happening behind the truck. As well left a good blind spot so that you could think of around the truck.

So I decided to sneak up on Johnny boy. At the same time, he was unloading the boxes. I guess he wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings when he felt the cold hard steel of a pistol to the back of his head. No were deep inside the truck. Now he's faced with the decision to get into an altercation. With a guy who just snuck into his truck with the gun or figure out what the hell this guy wants.

" Well, Johnny boy, it seems like you do little more than just moonlight as a delivery driver. So were just that poor little girl that you kidnapped? And make it snappy. Inquiring minds want to know, don't try anything funny, Johnny boy. You see, here my finger has been hurting a lot lately. Sometimes it just randomly squeezes, causing my gun to go off. It happens a lot more when I'm stressed. So what's it going to be? Johnny boy, spilled the beans, maybe live for another day. Or have your head splattered all over this beautiful white truck."

Now Johnny boy here was a normal size dude. He was one of those guys as long as he was in control, he was the biggest baddest dude on the planet when he wasn't. He cried a river and pissed in his pants. He told me all about how he has kids and a wife and whatnot giving them a huge few smacks with the pistol quickly corrected his action. So apparently, the girl was still in a shady old abandoned warehouse where the third guy was giving her a watch. Good, that was the basic information that I wanted now. Give me the rest of it, you, you little sack of ****.

I need to know, and who else was involved. Sing like a canary Johnny boy, saying like a canary. He wasn't as forthcoming as I like so I shot him in the foot. Shooting in people in the foot is always an effective way to start talking. If that doesn't work, you shoot them in the kneecap. Yeah, it's a movie classic, but it works, especially if you plan on killing them. Anyway, it's not like it matters if they lived through the situation. But the amount of pain is just right where that they can think they don't go to shock. For some reason, in their mind that they can survive these injuries, so it adds to the psychological effect.

So yeah, he was planning on hitting the place that he was currently delivering to. This particular business with their bad security camera was going to have some issues in the next few nights. Giving me the times and dates. That's more like it, Johnny boy. Once I had pumped Johnny for as much information as I felt necessary to complete my task. I'm not just saving this little girl but killing off this little organization here. When you're making a river of blood made out of evildoers, you don't want a little stream. You want God damn river.

One of my favorite moves is to act like you're going the guy live and start to walk away. Then turn around and put the gun directly to one of their eyeballs so they can see the barrel of the gun. Then pretend like you're gonna fire it making the bang sound. Then there's this momentary sigh of relief that you didn't. And then pull the trigger and watch the brain splatter all over whatever's behind them. Okay, I'm I enjoy the killing part a little too much. But if you're going to do the job, at least love the job you do right. Guys gotta have a little bit of enjoyment out of life, right!

[Joel-last]

So back like we never left, so I had to do some digging to track down the last guy come to find out he's one of those friendly business types he's not even a thug. That little son of the ***** was an Accountant. Which we all know made a deal with the devil. I have a personal hatred for accountants, except for tax season when I did taxes. They got an accountant to do something besides annoy people and make money. Whatever they did to motivate him must've been impressive. I bet they should have the right amount of zeros. So watching him for the day or so, his life is pretty dull. There wasn't a decent way to get to him privately that wasn't at his residence. I prefer not to get women and children involved. But men aren't the only people that do bad horrible things. But he had a shed out back of his house. Uchitel is one of those sheds the guys will get away from the wife. Yep, so I just had to wait a little bit. He would go out there to drink or do whatever he did to get away from his wife.


It didn't take long. I watched as all the lights went out. It was dark for probably about two hours later. He went out to the shed. So I thought maybe he would drink and look at dirty magazines. Indulge in a weird fetish that was inappropriate around the wife and kid. Oh no, it gets worse, people so much worse.

So I wait for a little while I make my way into the backyard I speak into the shed. I was ready to, you know, get in there, beat them up a little bit, and interrogate him. This plan went completely out of the window once I got inside the shed.

I'm gonna spare you the full details of what's going on. Because I don't even want to remember, all I can tell you is there was an adult doing things to a minor of the same sex that looked like he lived in a cage under the shed. So if you can imagine, I absolutely flipped my ****. I was so mad I went straight to analytical crazy.


So I quickly knocked the man out. I respectively used a move that causes you to fall asleep. Basically, I did something similar to Spock neck pinch that won't harm the kid. It should keep him out for a few hours. Once I tied the man up to a chair to ensure he wasn't going anywhere. I picked up the gig, taking him out and making him way back to my hotel room. I'm not gonna lie; I will come up with just enough to give him some Benadryl and another sleeping pill that should document for about 10 hours. No, I don't know anybody to take the kid to in this particular place. I'll call one of my contacts in the morning. Right now, I have someone that requires my attention.


So I made my way back to the shed of horrors. Let's say the US military trained me in torture. I know all of the legal things I can do in all of the illegal things that I can do. Let's say everything that I spent the next nine hours doing every international law involving torture. I knew how to keep them perfectly in the pain level that he didn't pass out too much he would not here and now. Then he would wake up the level of pain stay just enough that the human mind can perceive it. Many people don't understand too much pain, and in too many places, your mind can't actually focus. You can only feel what hurts the most at a time. So if you want to torture someone used to slowly edging up, the pain doesn't have to be brutal at the beginning needs to be a slow torturous progression with psychological torture added. This begins as to breaking the person physically as well as mentally.

Mental torture is more devastating and effective than physical torture. If you do it right and let the person live, it will last a lifetime, and not even the best psychologist can ever fix what you broke. You can add psychological trigger triggers that will cause the person to visit this moment every time certain things happen. Now I can let him live so as not to add those in the game.

So give or take about nine hours, I enjoyed torturing the living crap out of this bad. By the time I was done, I had gotten enough information about every terrible deed he had ever done about the organization as a whole. Some business owners are involved. Then something about taking this back town back from vampires, demons, and all types of other random ****. Yeah, right! Vampires. I kind of wish now I would've googled check this whole vampire thing. Hindsight should have, but hindsight is 20/20, but that'll come into play later.

[Joel-last]

So after leaving the guy to rot in his little shed. Something dawned on me. Likely that the other two that I killed had children, too. It wasn't uncommon for people like them to have secret groups. Using burn phone to call the cops, I let them know about the man I just killed. As well as a tip to search the other guy's house, I killed in the back of his delivery truck. And come to find out, the police found what I hope they win a hidden room under his garage with a little girl. In she was in better care now.

When I arrived back at the hotel, my friend met me there. I wired the money to the account we set up for kid. That I had picked up from my ventures of killing the scum of the earth and stealing their money. Guns, weapons, and jewelry can bring a lot of money quickly, especially when you know the right people to fence them to and would you find their big stash because they tell you where it is, thinking that they can bribe you with cold hard cash. It's fun to watch a kingpin or top gangster in a drug ring offer you everything one could want and enough cash to live out your days in luxury to blow their brains out across the table. And use their money to help take down others of the sort. So I sat down on the laptop, set up an account, and wire enough money for him to go to a pretty decent college. Set up several stock accounts. Giving him somewhere to three to $4000 a month when he turns 18. At about $1000 a month now for child expenses. That's the best that I can do and put the hands of someone that will find him a good home. Hopefully, I won't be tracking him down in 10 to 15 years. The harsh reality is that most people who happen to kids don't get the right amount of counseling and up the same position as those who hurt them.

So I start making my plans for the next night. I'm going to have to hit several of these businessmen all at one time. Like quickly and succession one after the other cops start looking for me. Likely, some of my DNA or prints are somewhere that I missed. Will pull up who I am. That means the stories will get the news probably show my face will be there people will start looking me up. That means if I'm going to finish these guys off, do it quickly.

So just likely, I had tomorrow to do it if I could do it just right, I could save the little girl that was kidnapped finish these guys off, but that's how the plan was supposed to go. I the time didn't know about didn't know about the state of harbor rock. I did know about the vampires, I did know about the blood thieves. Because, I would've become prepared. But again, hindsight is 20/20.