60 Chapter 59.

After I gained control of the situation, I had the three stooges lead the way to the prison where the shoot was supposed to take place.

Now that I think about it, if I break this prince out, won't I have to find a way to hook him up with my big sister? Well, it's about time my sister settles down, right? With a future emperor as a brother in law, wouldn't life be smooth sailing for my family?

Hopefully this guy can break him out. I came along to watch a good play unfold, but I didn't want to actually become a wanted criminal on the run.

I'll just let them do the dirty work and wipe my hands clean.

After I spent fifteen minutes following behind the three stooges while on my quadricycle, the unconscious boss of the three stooges woke up. By the time he did, we were at our destination, outside the prison.

"Hey, my man! Anything is Possible, you're finally here. We've been looking forward to your arrival."

What? Did I hear that correctly? Anything is Possible? Is that supposed to be your name? Pfft lame.

"Husband, husband, isn't that a really cool name?"

Wait, what? My wife… you must be joking right?

"My wife, if we have a daughter what will you name her?"

"Apple. No wait, maybe Orange will do? Eh? What's with your face husband? Is Pear more to your liking? Not even that? Then… how about.. Melon? Oh! I know, how about Watermelon? There's no way you can not think that name is not a good one, right?"

"Then what if we have a son?"

I was so scared to ask this. I was afraid it would be what I was expecting. Naturally my fear came to fruition when she said, "how about, Brocolli? Cauliflower? Mushroom? Banana? Eggplant? Hmm… they're all so good I can't decide."

"Husband which one do you like best?"

"Little wife, promise me something."

"What is it husband?"

"You will never decide on the name of our children by yourself in the future."

"What? Why?! Those names are so cool and cute!"

"For the sake of our children's future you must trust me. Their lives depend on it."

In the future I'm sure my children would bow down in tears thanking me and praising me to the sky like I were their god.

"Husband, if you think you're so smart, why don't you come up with a name for them?"

"Uh… how about Kame for our first son and Usagi for our first daughter?"

"Husband… doesn't your naming sense suck?"

"What?! Those names are normal!"

"Do you want our son to be a turtle and our daughter to be a slutty bunny girl?!"

"What? My wife, how can you say such things?! Our son would serve as the ultimate shield to block off all calamities, while our daughter would be like a nimble rabbit unable to be touched. How can you slander their names like this?!"

"Like hell! You were definitely thinking our son will be a shut in and our daughter will be cute like a rabbit so you can dote on her and have her fawn on you!"

"Ugh… my wife I would never have such thoughts."

She hit the nail on the head. Those were my true thoughts. I want a daughter. A cute little girl who will look up to me with curious eyes like a naive rabbit and call me papa or daddy.

She would ask me about all the mysteries little children wish to find out and I would take advantage of the situation and hug her tightly in my arms while I explain everything I knew to her.

If it's a son… meh, whatever, just don't get into trouble or get yourself killed and your daddy won't care.

"My wife, these names are much better than fruits or vegetables. Please have some common sense!"

"Fine I'll relent this time, but the second son and daughter are mine to name! I won't take one step back on that!"

Sorry my second son and daughter, daddy did his best. You'll just have to hope your mother doesn't name you something even worse than after fruits and vegetables.

At this moment, it was like I could hear my future second son and daughter grovelling on their knees begging me to put up more of a fight for their futures.

Sorry, my second son and daughter, the first group is the priority. They'll make a name for themselves and protect you poor saps in the second round. Good luck. Daddy has already done his best.

Eh? What was that? Did I just imagine you spitting on the ground? You rude little non existent ingrates? Just wait until you are born. I'll make sure to give you a good smack on the head when you come out of the womb.

Don't give me that wronged look in my head like your actions in my head had nothing to do with the unborn you.

Shaking my head I returned to reality and told my wife, "how about we come up with their names together for our second son and daughter together in the future?"

"No. You named the first, so I name the second."

See my unborn children, there is no way to change your fate.

"Fine, my wife. Since you relented for me I will relent for you as well."

Don't "respected father" me with tears on your imaginary faces!

While I had this conversation with my wife, the man, who I will now call Anything is Possible, looked towards me with horror filled eyes. It seems he noticed me chatting with what was from his perspective air about my future children's names.

I smiled back at him and he trembled in fear.

Doesn't this actually feel pretty awesome?

I can inspire fear so easily into someone who is stronger than me with just a smile.

This is great!

At this time I had no idea what my actions were causing the man known as Anything is Possible to scheme. Perhaps pushing a man too far into a corner would cause them to bite back to protect itself. I really should have thought things through more carefully.

While I was busily discussing things with my wife, the director had already dragged Anything is Possible over to the set where they began to film the climax of the movie.

It really didn't look all that amazing, but when I looked at a monitor that was displaying what was being recorded, I noticed there were tons of CG and effects being added in during the live recording. This allowed the director to get a better understanding of how things were proceeding.

Anytime there was something slightly off he would instruct them to start the scene over. There were actors who were posing as police officers that managed to surround Anything is Possible during the climactic break out scene. He calmly had his his back to a wall.

It was then Anything is Possible took out what appeared to be a prop the crew gave him and dropped it on the ground behind his back it next to the wall. Before he reached this part he had tossed out similar looking props into the surroundings.

It was then I noticed he took out the real bomb and pressed the red button on it and hid it behind the prop he placed onto the wall.

The police actors told him to raise his hands, put it behind his head and walk forward slowly.

After ten seconds a loud explosion rang out startling all the actors and real cops in the surroundings and they fell on their bottoms from the vibrations and heat given off by the explosion.

Everyone on set was completely shocked and confused by what had just occurred. I naturally understood everything as I was actually the one who was behind it all. That stupid crown prince better be thankful and treat me like his sworn brother for assisting with his jail break.

When the dust cleared we could see Anything is Possible with his back facing the wall. He turned around cooly and looked inside the prison and said some cool lines before he turned away. Cool guys aren't supposed to look at explosions, you idiot! Not even the aftermath! What a waste of a good scene.

He walked away from the wall like it was none of his business. The cops who fell on their bottoms because of the shocking turn of events quickly got back up on their feet and surrounded Anything is Possible.

I noticed it when he scrunched his brows up like he had been wronged. He then went and said something that I wanted to smack his head deep into the ground for saying, "I was given a strange prop by that guy over there. He just said to place it behind the first prop on the wall. He said it would add a special effect to the recording. How was I supposed to know it would explode like that?"

Naturally he said all that while he pointed directly at me who was on my quadricycle. I was so mad I wanted to go over and give him a good kick, but I was already surrounded by the cops.

I naturally wouldn't let him get off scot free so I said, "what? You want to sell out your minion from the bank robbery yesterday? Who are you kidding boss? You just want to keep all the money you stole for yourself!"

"What?! What are you talking about you little shit! I gave you all the money boss!"

"Boss? Me? Stop trying to pull a quick one over all these intelligent cops eyes! You're clearly the one who planted that bomb to break someone out!"

"Me? You're crazy!"

Hearing our exchange, the cops didn't know what to believe, but it really didn't matter to them. It seems they were now determined to detain both of us. Well, I didn't want to become a criminal, but I guess it was too late for me when I took that money in the bank robbery.

I could deny it now and act dumb and let them take me in for questioning, but when the recorded evidence is reviewed. I would have been doomed.

Whatever, my little wife can always just get us out of this situation.

"Little wife, isn't it about time you teleported us out of here?"

She didn't respond.

I looked over my shoulder to see her eyes that sparkled with expectation.

Little wife, you can't be serious right now, right?

Do you really want your husband to put his life on the line here?

Damn it!

My wife, I swear I'll remember this!

I started to rev the engine and prepared to make my great escape.

"Mister officers, can't you see that man is trying to pull a fast one? Look, he's even preparing to run away after having you look in my direction."

When they turned back, the officers saw that Anything is Possible had already started to sprint off onto the roads to make his great escape.

While they were distracted I said out loudly, "if I run away like that coward over there, let the heavens smite something down!"

I naturally pushed the pedal to the metal and explosively burst forward past the police that were surrounding me.

Crash!

Once again the trump card played its role and lightning landed on the road directly behind me blinding all the officers who were there. Thanks to that, I avoided the possibility of being shot in the back while making my great escape.

During the commotion I made my way onto the highway and reached speeds of 200 miles per hour. I was naturally holding back to give the cops a bit of hope before shattering their little dreams of catching me. It was definitely not because I didn't want to choke here and crash into a car. I practiced hard for this event, okay? It's not that I had cold feet! I swear!

"Husband, why are you going so slow? Go faster! Faster! If you go at this pace they'll catch us in no time."

It was at this point I heard the dreaded sound coming from behind me.

Weewooo weeeewooooo weeeewooooo.

Yes, and that finally brings us to our present situation. How could I know the day after our great date I would be fleeing the cops for my life?

I admit the sensation of my wife's chest pressing against my back normally would have my heart leaping for joy, but right now the cops who seemingly want to bring me in dead or alive are the ones that really has my heart racing.

Damn it! Why did I have to go and push that guy into a corner with the ghost wife joke?

How was I supposed to know he was that afraid of ghosts? How would I possibly guess that it would lead him to the point of wanting to actually get rid of me?

Is he not afraid he will be haunted even if he gets rid of me?

Isn't this whole situation too ridiculous anyways?

Would anyone ever think the reason I was caught up in a police chase was because I made a guy so scared of being haunted he would plot against me like this? He wasn't even afraid of dragging the both of us down.

He even stopped caring about breaking the crown prince out at the last moment all because of a damn ghost wife?

Was the thought of my unborn ghost daughter that scary?

Did the cute name Usagi inspire fear in your fragile little heart?

Really? What the hell? What did you experience growing up? Was it really all thanks to the three stooges who follow you around?

I swear, I will definitely ask them about it the next time I see them.

I could hear the sounds of the helicopters closing in from all sides. Damn it! Would it kill you to send some more of you guys after the other guy?!

I realized it was sink or swim at this point and I was ready to go all out and kick it into the final gear.

Just when I was about to do that I heard a broadcast from one of the cop cars following behind me.

"HQ, this is Bravo 1, the suspected ringleader behind the robbery is fleeing at high speed on the highway. I repeat, the suspected ringleader behind the robbery is fleeing at high speed on the highway."

"HQ, requesting back up! Four helicopters is not enough, I repeat, four helicopter is not enough!"

When I heard this I slowed down slightly and perked my ears up a bit to listen in since I was curious. Why does this guy need to repeat every single thing like this anyways?

"HQ, please also authorize the use of sniper rifles and heavy machine guns. I repeat, please also authorize the use of sniper rifles and heavy machine guns!"

"Bravo 1, permission denied, he is unarmed. I repeat, he is unarmed!"

"HQ, what do you mean denied, he is unarmed? I repeat, what do you mean denied, he is unarmed?"

"HQ, he is a terrorist who clearly has bombs! I repeat, he is a terrorist who clearly has bombs! Lethal force is required. I repeat, lethal force is required! He is the boss of those powerful freaks! I repeat, he is the boss of those powerful freaks!"

"HQ, do not underestimate the criminal, I repeat, do not underestimate the criminal. He knows too much! I repeat, he knows too much!"

"Eh? I know too much? Wait… could you be?"

It couldn't be right?

Anyways, aside from that, I couldn't stop myself from retorting loudly, "damn it! Could you please stop repeating yourself? I'm getting a headache!"

"You bastard criminal! You think I like repeating myself all the time?!"

"Then why the hell do you do it?"

"Because it's in the job description! My promotion depend on it!"

What the fudge?

"Hey, doesn't your job kind of suck?"

"It does!"

"HQ, requesting permission to kill this guy, he's insulting our job and how we repeat things. I repeat, requesting permission to kill this guy, he's insulting our job and how we repeat things!"

"Bravo 1, what?! I repeat, what?!"

"Bravo 1, this bastard has some real guts, permission granted! I repeat, permission granted!"

Are you kidding me?! My stupid big mouth just made things worse, didn't it?

I wanted to cry, but I had nowhere to do it.

Why does that deserve the death penalty when having bombs didn't convince them to use lethal force?

While I was having such stupid thoughts my wife was laughing out loud screaming out at the top of her lungs things like, "hahaha! You dirty coppers will never catch us alive!"

She was having way too much fun back there while I was still trying to figure out how to not die.

I was getting tired of listening to Bravo 1, so I finally kicked into top gear and rapidly increased the distance between us and the helicopters.

While I was able to pull away I realized that we were coming up to a bascule bridge on the highway that crossed over a wide river.

To my horror it happened to be raising up at this very moment. I quickly realized it must have been the handiwork of the cops.

"Husband, floor it! We'll definitely make it. Hahaha!"

Damn it, my wife, why are you so daring?! I wanted to just stop and turn around, but being egged on by my wife, I didn't want to let her expectations down.

I'm sure things will work out with my little wife behind me. Definitely.

I had forgotten about all the times before where she had pulled her disappearing act on me.

Why am I so naive when it comes to my little wife? Is it a blind desire to trust her.

Her arms that wrapped around me felt very reliable and I thought I could entrust myself to her for once in this moment.

Rather then slowing down, I kept going forward at full speed. When we reached the incline we started our ascent rapidly towards the top. At this moment I had an idea.

I mumbled out to myself, "if we make it over this gap let the heavens smite all the helicopters chasing us into the river."

When we reached the peak of the bridge I could see a blinding light assaulting my eyes from the other side.

At this moment, we flew straight off the bridge high into the sky. The scenery around us was all blue. From the navy blue river flowing below us the the majestic blue sky above our heads.

I could feel my heart pounding uncontrollably as we crossed the gap between the two raised portions of the bridge. This time, I was thankful my wife did not let me down. Naturally, my plan had worked and we made it to the other side of the bridge safely.

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I bet anyone would wonder why there was no crash of thunder, right? It was because I was so engrossed in the moment I did not hear it. Yes… I did not hear it, that was all there was to it. There was no deeper meaning. None. I promise. Really and truly. None at all.