1 Ch-1 : Yes, that happened
What can I say about my life? I was a trouble magnet, that was for sure.
The very day I was born, a terrorist group attacked the hospital and took everybody hostage in hopes of getting their leader out of prison.
Till the age of 18 I had been kidnapped 27 times, took hostage for 19 times, tried to be mugged almost every time I went out and had serial killers after me for seemingly no reason. As comical as it was, I was used to it till now.
But that didn't hinder me, for all the problems, troubles, and bad luck fate threw at me, I went ahead and ahead, facing each difficulty with best of my abilities.
From the age of 14 I had started learning Karate, Judo, Brazilian Jiu jitsu and Muoy thai, that was for me being able to put a fight against these people.
By the age of 21, I had captured more muggers that police itself, hell, I was the prime bait the police used to catch criminals.
And at the age of 22, I was recruited by the police, they recognised my special 'talent'.
It was like a job made for me, I would catch criminals, thieves, and many other law offenders every day.
My Martial arts training had saved my life almost everyday, and had put a lot of criminals in jails.
I was very adept at all these arts, and when I finally got my gun, after combining the three guns art with martial arts, I was like IRL John wick, just a lot more unlucky.
There would be a news everyday In the local newspaper about how a heroic policeman saved the day. I was equally famous for that reason, I had the title of having the 'luckiest bad luck' in the town.
Everything bizzare, dangerous, threatening and traumatic to people had become normal to me now.
As bad my luck was there was always a way for me to survive out of that situation, that was what luck is about, it's just that lucky people have more ways open for them.
I came out of the Hall after seeing the movie 'Avengers Infinity War', the movie was good but one thing that irked me was Hulk, it was like MCU was puffing up a balloon but it exploded before it could have been of use. There was no hulk when he was needed the most.
I sidelined my thoughts at I saw multiple suspicious people in the mall, *tchh*
I readied myself, as I counted them, 'fuck, they have more than 17 of them around'
If I acted without a care for others life, I could take them out in a few minutes, but I have my rules and my honor, I wasn't a "Supercop" without a reason.
A guy with a hoodie, black goggles and a face mask started walking behind me.
'Here we go again'
He pulled out his gun as he fired three shots in the air.
People shouted, women screamed, children cried as they all raised their guns and said "Everyone down, If you treasure you life, get down!!!! This would happen if you don't listen to me!!"
He pointed his gun at my waist and fired three shots.
I acted like I was about to die as I collapsed on the ground with my face down.
"Thank god I wear my full body armour inside everyday"
They have no way of communicating outside as they got all their phones snatched by the men and burnt, the security has already sounded the alarm so backup will arrive any moment now.
'cool down, there is no tention, all the hostages are down and out of danger, no hurry, it's just like the shootout of 4th July'
I said consoling myself as I resisted the pain in my waist and played dead.
I slowly reached for my guns when no one was noticing me, my trusty old desert eagles, anything less was likely not powerful enough for me to survive these scenarios.
So let's see 'I have 14 rounds in my two guns, and 6 extra magazines around my waist, that makes a total of 56 rounds'
Hmm, this should be enough for me to survive, but there would be casualties if I mess up.
But my eyes widened as they took out suicide bombing vests.
'Shit, they are all timer ones, I have to do something right now'
I pointed the gun at the guy who was taking the bombs out and fired
*Bang* the back of his head exploded as bits of brain and skull fell on the ground.
I got up and fired 4 more shots, killing one of them with each shot.
This may seem like a amateur move, but I had seen this first hand, the more danger I am in, the more safe people around me are.
"You fuckerr!!!!" they all yelled as they pointed their ARs towards me.
I ran across the hallway, taking two more of them out while getting shot twice in the back, I once again thanked my vest as I shouted "Everyone!! Run to the stairs, they won't be able to shoot you!!!"
That was my plan, I shot everyone in the immediate area of the hostages while they changed their positions to shoot me.
One of the hostages realised this as he ran towards the stairs, many more followed as they went out of immediate danger.
I shot two others who were distracted trying to control the hostages.
I covered for them as every one of them escaped the building.
All the terrorists had lost their shit as they fired relentlessly towards me.
'Damn, it looks like the end for me' I thought as I was pierced multiple times by bullets, I fell down, feeling the warmth of blood leaving my body as it got cold and cold by the second.
I looked last time at the terrorists as I pointed my gun towards their apparent leader.
There truly was no way for anyone not dying once they were fitted with those bombs, sure I could survive, but what kind of policeman would I be??
It was clear as day, death of multiple men, women and kids, or my life. Sometimes fate played a very cruel game, on one side is your life while the other side has you morals and everything you have lived for so far.
I smiled as I said "Fuck fate, this is my life, I lived it my way, I end it my way"
"Aarrgghhh* I shouted as I gathered remaining strength in my body, I lifted up my guns, firing last three shots of my life as I was shot again multiple times, getting three holes in my neck.
My body fell limply on the floor as my consciousness started to fade.
I could hear their panicked voices and sound of guns being fired entered my ears.
Looked like they decided to enter forcefully as their was no hostage inside.
### General POV ###
The SWAT team cleared every last one of them up as they finally realised what had happened.
The bombs were being take care of by the bomb squad, the SWAT team was standing in a corner as they let the bomb specialists do their jobs.
"Sir!! There's a body here!! He doesn't seem to be one of them" yelled a bomb squad member calling their leader.
The leader approached the body, it had dozens of bullet holes, the face was rendered unrecognisable, it looked like they hit the face with a cinder block.
They checked the body for bombs, it didn't have any, but they did find a wallet inside his jacket.
Opening the jacket they found the identity of the man, he was a policeman, the one who frequently appeared in news, Bruce Banning.
The bomb squad leader called the SWAT as he asked them to escort Bruce's body out.
The SWAT team leader shook at learning the the dead man before hoa eyes was Bruce.
He knew Bruce too well, Bruce was like a second son to him, after all, he was the one who recruited Bruce into being police.
### 2 hours later ##
In a Hall full of policeman, and other armed forces, a video was being played by the projector.
The CCTV footage of the whole incident.
They saw how Bruce saved everyone's life while losing his in the process.
Even when there was no sound, they could almost hear what was happening.
They saw how he acted quickly to save people from being fitted with bomb vests.
They knew what would have been the results in hostages were locked by bombs, casualties would be much higher, almost everyone except him would have died if he just played dead.
Thier blood boiled seeing the video, while they also felt how inadequate they were in confidence and courage when compared to Bruce.
Even in the face of death, he faught with all his power, covering for the retreating hostages while getting shot many times without even flinching
like a true hero, he was being idolised by many young policeman..
Someone recorded the whole video as they uploaded it on the internet.
By the next morning, almost entire world had seen the video.
A massive public outrage happened as people demanded justice for Bruce's life, and by the next week, almost every terrorist, be in inside or outside force was destroyed in the country.
Thousands walked on the road in silence, praying for his eternal rest.
Bruce's body was given a grand funeral along with a 21 canon salute by the military for his courage and valor.
And while this happened...
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