Chapter 9 - Dangerous Ambush Outside The Local Grocery Store Parking Lot
My truck idled quietly in the dim corner of the local strip mall parking lot while I picked up emergency supplies.
Suddenly, two black sedans whipped around the corner without headlights, boxing my truck in from both directions.
Four heavy-set men wearing ski masks and carrying steel pipes stepped out of the vehicles, moving aggressively.
I killed the engine, opened my door, and stepped out onto the asphalt with calm, calculated deliberation.
“The boss sent his regards, old man. Time to teach you some respect the hard way,” the lead enforcer sneered.
They rushed forward simultaneously, swinging their pipes in wide, uncoordinated arcs designed to overwhelm me.
I ducked under the first wild swing, grabbing the pipe and using the attacker's momentum to throw him into his buddy.
The second enforcer lunged with a hunting knife, but I caught his wrist and twisted it until bones popped.
He howled in agony, dropping the weapon as I delivered a devastating side kick straight into his solar plexus.
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