Chapter 31 - Give Me Head! - Porn Star

"...commander..." was all that the deputy of the Special Ops team could say, Li Yong's death felt surreal. Even when wide awake during the middle of the day, everyone wished to wake up from the nightmare.

Sadly, the first thing you understand as an adult is that wishes don't come true. When in nightmare children hold tight onto their doll foraging some semblance of safety, whereas grown men they hold onto their toys...

The deputy tried to hurriedly get the tactical shotgun holstered on his back. However, before he could reach his gun, Chuck threw the head of his commander towards him. The subconscious respect for his superior made the deputy grab onto the mutilated head of his commander.  This decision that the deputy made to not let his superior's head fall on the floor cost him his life.

Chuck rushed up the 'corpse armed' deputy, the shock from his reaction made the Deputy froze up as he found Chuck up close.

[Creak] Chuck clutched onto the neck of the deputy and squeezed hard till his larynx, esophagus and his spinal cord became a mangled mess of minced flesh and bones.

With Eyes wide open the Deputy died a horrific death of suffocation, blood loss, and mutilation.

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"Can't you drive any faster?" raged the strong feminine voice of Makena.

"I am using my armored car like a tank, crashing off anyone that gets in the way," complained Joab, feeling the heartache of his favorite car being used for tarmac derby.

"Besides, why are you worried about Father? It's not like I don't know about Tzars. Each can wipe-out an army of his own. Despite, you and Father keeping it a secret, I've got some intel on Tzars on my own," proudly smiled Joab.

The cold face of Makena told her that she's completely displeased with her brother, "If you're not driving I'd have smacked your head, till it hit the ground."

"Yeah, you always keep things from me and hit me when I ask," the Mafia Boss pouted like a child to his no-nonsense little sister.

"I'll tell you this, which is not a secret in the high circles. The Tzars are not as invincible as the rumors portray. They are strong, but not immortal. Each Tzar has a strong body, but that does not make them the dark hegemons. They barely have the strength of ten men, individually it may seem a lot, but against an army that is just a stronger beast, which needs a stronger bullet."

Shocked over the revelation, Joab asked, "...then why are they feared? The whole of the government and the army of multiple nations quake in their boots so much that they are willing to let each Tzar rule a continent from the dark."

[Sigh] "...each Tzar is born with a quirk, a talent that is truly supernatural and beyond science. Clever manipulation of this unexplainable gift and using advantageous terrain is what makes a Tzar a peril to a nation."

"..." looking at the puzzled face of her brother, Makena quietly signed and thought, 'brother you traded muscles for the brain.'

"Think of Tzar as a nuclear missile, but it needs to be assembled and launched in a silo to be a devastating weapon of mass destruction. Tzars are terrifying because they are easy to hide and can launch an unexpected attack causing unspeakable devastation."

"..." looking at the still confused face of her brother Makena gave up.

"...what is Fathe's supernatural quirk?..."

To Joab's question, Makena looked away, "...the details of one's quirk is the biggest taboo for a Tzar. It is said that a Tzar shows you his quirk only when he intends to kill you."

"...but, you know, right?..."

"..." this time Makena did not answer and kept quiet.

"...you and father never tell me anything..." bitterly mumbled Joab, and rode the car more recklessly than before.

[Sigh] "...Big brother Chuck is the only Tzar whose quirk is well-known to all the intelligence organizations in the world..."

"...his quirk is not as destructive as some of the other Tzars, but it was the one most envied by other Tzars..."

"...Big brother Chuck's quirk is ... Foresight..."

"...what does foresight do..." asked Joab proving that he is a complete muscle-head.

"Predictions with almost 100% accuracy."

After telling Joab, Makena kept quiet and worriedly looked up at the grey skies, she quietly repeated in her heart...

'Big brother Chuck, please hold out, we're coming soon

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The other operatives reacted when they found Chuck next to their deputy, who is purple-faced and spewing our blood from his mouth, with his head bent at a weird angle.

One might say that the Deputy should have prioritized shooting Chuck, who's a lethal threat than trying to grab the head of his dead superior.

We, humans, are creatures of habit, especially trained men such as the Special Ops Team are forced to recognize the symbol of hierarchy. The weird part that leaves one baffled is his complete trust of Chuck in the Deputy's peculiar reaction. As though Chuck could look into his head.

Out of training and habit, the predictable team pulled up the easiest gun to reach, aim and shoot, the Colt M1911.

[Bang] [Bang] [Bang] [Bang]...

They shot at the back of the fast-moving Chuck.

"Arghhhh" Chuck muffled his scream and kept running towards the operative that is the farthest opposite from the dead Deputy.

Thought Chuck was shot multiple times, it lacked the power of a shot-gun. The bullets break Chuck's skin, ripping his suit, making his inner shirt trained crimson, each bullet embeds itself into the flesh of Chuck, but that is where they stop.

When the Operatives emptied their clip, Chuck was already in front of the next operative. When their eyes meet, it takes but a moment of notice to know... between the predator and the prey.

The moment to Kill and the moment to die.

This operative is an explosion expert. Before the other team members could reload the gun, Chuck expertly pulled the safety pins on the grenades on his uniform, as if he was an explosion expert himself and threw poor sob perfectly in the center of the Special Ops encirclement.

[BOOOM]

The compounded blast raised debris in the air and lowered visibility.

Another operative died a gruesome death exploding like a watermelon, piece of flesh still falling from the sky.

Without command and directions, the operatives have become headless sheep. Whilst Chuck is operating like an expert butcher, every move and every cut precise and follows a queer reason that skins the carcass to its bones.

If Commander Li Yong is still alive, he would have recognized that Chuck's every action is the perfect counter to their every move. It is like he preemptively knows the perfect way out of every fickle situation.

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