The game of wits episode 3

THE GAME OF WITS
(WHEN THE DICE IS ROLLED)
BY AUTHOR SMART
EPISODE 3
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“Let’s go deal with the bad men.”
He muttered, while he walked outside and hopped into one of his Porsche cars and honked for the gate keeper to open the gate. Immediately he opened the door, then off he went at top speed that the gate keeper stood transfixed shocked. the gate.
Richærd drove into a lonely area, which seemed des**ted and the street could only boast of broken walls, dilapidated and abandoned buildings, with abandoned cars.
He matched the break, the car screeched to halt and he sat within the car, pulled out a stick of cigarette and lit it, smoking with careless abandon with his eyes still on the rare mirror. He watched the two trailing cars pull up behind him.
“Why did he suddenly stop, did he notice anything or did he come here for what?” One of the men, asked suspiciously.
“That’s none of our business, let’s go apprehend him.” Their leader said and bounced off the car, while his men followed him behind. They were all dressed smartly in a black suit and an ear pod fixed on their ear to match, they all looking like people who meant business. They came forward and their leader knocked at Richærd’s windscreen and he whined down his glasses.
He stepped down from the car. “What’s this supposed to mean?” He asked forming surprised.
“Our boss wants to speak with you and please be in the best of attitude, while talking to him. Just a friendly advice though.” The leader of the guards said, laughing out aloud while he made a tap on Richærd’s shoulder. Just then a man stepped out of the car, in an Agbada, probably a man in his late sixties, popularly known as Chief Obi.
“Wow! Who do we have here?” Chief Obi said smiling while he walked forward adjusting his Agbada wear.
“Lol, I knew you would come for me but not this so fast.” Richærd said smiling, while he immediately activated a tape recorder that was fixed in his ring.
“Haha! My boy Lichærd, you learry are smart.” He said giving out a low laugh, Chief Obi, has this problem of misplacing the use of L and R in his sentence (my Anambra people 😂)
“So what do you want then?” Richærd asked.
“Just a rittle favor flom you my boy, just name your plice, so far you have any lecord of my clime wiped off without any tlace.”
“Ohhh! I see but that which you ask of is so impossible for me, it’s already beyond my reach. I can’t help you out, go to court and defend yourself.”
“Ohhh! I know all you want is the money, just name the plice. How many mirrion, just say it.”
“Sir do you know you are actually trying to bribe an officer of the law? And you know the full implications?”
“Ohh! Seems I’m taking it too gentry, why not have you kidnapped and then make your Co agent, crear all this stuff in your name.”
“Probably in your dreams, sir.” Richærd said smiling wickedly, while he made a gentle tap on the ring to avoid recording the next scene.
“I swear that’s not gonna happen.” A new voice shouted out behind them and they turned to see Stiles, with two guns on his hand pointing at them.
“Seems you knew we were forrowing you all this while and you asked for back up.” Chief Obi said smiling, gently, but was already becoming agitated within.
“If I can’t tell when some amateurs are trailing on me then my years as a fine cops is a wasted effort.” Richærd said smiling in an amused way.
“OK fine, you all tuck in your guns.”.
Chief Obi said and his guards obeyed.
They all dropped their guns on the ground. “Fine, you guys are the gleat and renowned agent known so well, I just can’t give it up without a fight. Why not get yourself a rittle busy with this my eight guards and let’s see how it ends.” He added while his guards immediately ran forward circling both Stiles and Richærd.
“I hate fighting for fun or stuffs, so man you are busted, I hate shits.” Stiles said putting his gun back. A clean punch from one of the men sent him crashing to the ground, while his face turned all red, with veins popping out.
He rose up gently, touching his face to know how hærd it hurts.
“Fine, you want to get your ass kicked right? I would show you the deal. OK then.” Richærd said, while he gently walked forward, the first man ran up punched out, and Richærd swerved to the side dodging the punch, he gave the man a headbutt, sending him to the ground on his butts, as he was literally seeing stars.
Richærd rolled forward and made a sweep kick sending one of the guys crashing to the ground. He turned the guy over, raining punches continually on his face, just then he received a kick from the back that sent him rolling on the ground from one of the guards, trying to get his balance one of them rammed a right jab at him, knocking Richærd off balance. But still with that, Richærd managed to return the assault with an elbow kick that sent the guy crashing while he looked momentarily dazed.
Stiles, made a front flip, dodging a knife throw from one of the guys, using the flip as a support, jumped a bit high into the air and formed up a fist, and made a lower cut downwards, as he plummeted downwards he rammed his feet into the chest of his assailant sending him almost into the air, he ducked to the side dodging a kick from behind, he straightened up and in like manner sent a punch to the exposed manh-od of the guy, sending the guy scre-ming in pains, rolling down the des**ted street with his arms clutched on his manh-od.
Just then someone stabbed out from behind and the knife stabbed into Stiles sending him on his knees, spilling out blood.
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TO BE CONTINUED