My beautiful Easter entered the tarmac road to dodge the cop's helicopter which had switched its tactics. Instead of creating some distraction it engaged into firing at my beautiful Easter.
I clicked on the tire protective covers to come out even when they were bullet proof as well. I could not take that chance.
Next I scrolled for the specific icon on my touch screen pad. I selected the armoury option which led me to what I needed.
I had more than ten different weapons at my disposal and I quickly chose the machine gun option.
The minute I tapped on it, the sunroof for my beautiful Easter flipped open and a machine gun came out.
A kind of a black semicircle steering wheel like the one for video gaming also slid out, on the right shelf.
I switched to the right seat. My beautiful Easter had maintained the same speed I was driving at. It made things difficult for the cops' vehicles to catch our speed limit.
I held the black semicircle steering wheel controller. They had better taste the fury of the last America. They were messing with the wrong chap.
"I am Contratino, the first and the last in my bloodline, and I am not a push over mother fucking bitches!"
"Now take this!"
I screamed at the top of my voice in anger, that came from the deepest dark corner of my soul.
I held the black semicircle black steering wheel with lots of gear levers and buttons.
I perfectly galvanised the machine gun.
This time the smart TV screen had twelve cameras. I positioned the machine gun at the cops helicopter.
My right hand squeezed the trigger, it started firing. Shooting the cops helicopter.
"Oh my God!"
Precious Sinala shouted astonished.
"Can you see this viewers?"
Precious Sinala puffed up, "How exciting? It is as if I am watching a blockbuster action movie! Oh dear, Contratino Chungu what exactly are you?"
My beautiful Easter at some points did avoid all the dangerous bullets that would create damage to her and the spikes thrown on the tarmac by the helicopter.
She is the best companion, my partner in crime.
The helicopter retreated going a little higher and further. It seemed my bullets from the machine gun were too much.
The little impact they created though they did not take the helicopter down or blow it out. I suppose they were quite efficient and effective.
The National live broadcasting channel showed two split screens. One of Precious Sinala and on the left corner of the major screen a young man. He must be in his thirties with a navy blue T-shirt, short black hair, moderate handsome and a long pointed nose.
"Hello, may I know who I am speaking to?"
Precious Sinala asked in full spirits.
"Justine Mweemba."
He came out outrageously more excited than most people are. He should be a livestream broadcaster from YouTube, Facebook or TikTok.
I switched back to the live channel, splitting the screen in two. On one side, the TV channel and on the other half my twelve cameras.
My eyes could go over to the live channel to watch the two people and at other times to the cameras.
Cameras did help spot the helicopter and get a good shooting at it.
"What is your comment over this live broadcast?"
Precious Sinala followed with the next question. Still maintaining the same enthusiastic vibe.
"Holy Mary, mother of Jesus!"
He exclaimed, he had a funny smile on his face.
"In a weird way I do love this dude, look I am not insane. We only know a partial side of the story. To judge him we need to hear his side. There are always two sides of a story. You said he is from a rich family and he has been living in the shadows. But why?"
"Why come out now and commit such an atrocious cold bloody murder?"
"Is he a serial killer? Or is he simply trying to send a message out here?"
"And most importantly, why a bounty of 2 billion USD on his head?"
Justine Mweemba bombarded Precious Sinala with quite a number of queries that were suspended in the thin air.
"Oh my goodness, I love wherever this is going. Anybody out there to help solve these interesting questions? Or would you like to add more?"
Precious Sinala threw back to the live audience that had tuned to the channel and actively participating in comments.
"This is a damn war!"
I declared to myself after seeing how much pressure and the hell the helicopter rained down on my beautiful Easter.
To solve violence sometimes demands to use violence to quench it.
I am not egocentric or insane. Trouble just hunts me, searches for me. I didn't go looking for it.
It's a free world. Why should I live in fear?
I ceased wasting my bullets. My machine gun retracted back in.
I went back to my touch screen pad. I scrolled for different ammunition I needed to deliver a perfect job.
The cops helicopter had been a pain in my butt, it pissed me off bitterly.
I tapped on the rocket launcher option.
I made one click on a button of the black semicircle steering wheel controller in my hands.
A shelf came out of my beautiful blue Lamborghini Urus on the right side.
This time it was outside near the front door. I could see through some cameras.
My face grimaced at what I would do next.
In my heart I cursed, fuckers let me give you a test of my medicine.
I switched my 32 inches smart TV screen to a complete 12 views of cameras. I singled out four that gave me a clear view
I piloted my rocket launcher with the gear lever on my black semicircle steering wheel.
I had the perfect shot at the helicopter.
My right hand gently pressed the red button.
"Look out!"
Shouted a cop on the machine gun of the helicopter.