What the fuck?! I turned around and got shot in the elbow?! Fuck me! That is what I am. Got shot guy. The fuck is wrong with me. Let me rewind a little bit. I was doing a robbery on a jewellery store. Want to know something funny about it? The store was a couple of blocks away from the police station. Yeah the cops would've found me and saw what a rogue ex-cop I am from America trying to rob a store in Puerto Rico. My name is Brad Cooper. I don't care you'll name me Bradley or Bradford. I don't care. All I know is my name is Brad Cooper. I became a cop in the year of 1999 and stopped being a cop in the year of 2010. What the fuck?! Two years after my 'fancy' retirement and I all I did was robbing a store. What a happy life I had. Let me rewind my story further back a little more.
It was the year of 2005. I was in my car trying to tear the goddamn potato chips packet. Fuck this thing. I was hungry as hell and it won't obey my order. What kind of shit sentence was put on the packet, " Eat with happiness. ". You're fucking torturing me. The police scanner sounded. It was a robbery on a nearby 7-Eleven store. What the hell?! That kind of store and people wanted to rob? I answered that I was near and I was willingly to check it out. I drove my car without the siren. Outside of the 7-Eleven was chaotic. I parked my car and walked in front of the store. The other cops were there already. " Detective Cooper, one armed and dangerous guy inside. " said the cop. I nodded and replied, " Just armed not yet dangerous. " Let me tell you something. I kind of a guy who likes to get his job done easy. I entered the store with my pistol. My all trusted M1911. The only gun that I can carry since they busted my nuts open for guns. " Buddy... Can I come in? " I asked the ' armed and dangerous ' man. He was afraid. He shouted at me to stand outside. I ignored my thinking and went with my guts. I ran inside the store and shot the robber's gun. Actually I shot his hand and he released the gun. He yelled in pain and the other cops took precaution. He struggled by the lane and took his gun back. Fuck me. He tried to shoot me and I dodged. I shot him in the head. Fuck me again. The cashier was traumatized. I could see the look on his face. I walked around the store to search for evidences yet I took a drink out of the freezer. I looked at the cashier. The cashier gave the ' on the house ' indication. I walked outside while drinking the free drinks. The cop asked me, " What just happened? " I answered after a sip, " Asked the cashier. "
Fuck me. Captain Neal Holstein kept fucking my ear with stupid rules about being a cop. I kept looking at the scenery outside. New York. What a filthy place to work in. " Fuck it Cooper! Listen to me. " He walked to the window and close the shades. " The fuck is wrong with you?! This is the 10th time you did these kind of behavior. Killing in public?! " I replied, " Neal, he held a gun. I had to do something. " He shook his head. He stood up and pointed his fucking finger towards me. He said, " This way you'll never be a cop. Listen the fuck carefully. You think by killing bad guys you can become a hero? " I kept quiet. " Fuck Cooper. Fuck this. Now the authority told me to judged you as armed and dangerous. " Me? Armed and dangerous? What kind of low life fucks pointed me as an armed and dangerous? I kept quiet until Holstein shut up and ordered to get out of the room. I walked to my desk. I looked at the file on my table. This fucking incident would end up in the news. Shit. I sat quietly while listening to the others trying to do their work. I looked the picture on the table. The picture of my fiancee. Fuck she's pretty. Why oh why do I have to feel the pain of letting her go for some rich Spanish guy in a spandex.
" Cooper. Come here. " My friend John Frier gave me that order. I walked towards John. He showed me a case that I wasn't allowed to put my dick into. I wasn't allowed to mess with these kind of cases. " John... Come on. If Holstein finds out that I work with these kind of cases. I will be marked as a bad cop and an asshole. " said me. John replied, " Brad this is the only kind of cases that you can do. I promise I'll hide this from Holstein. Do we have a deal? " He held his hand out for me to shake. Fuck my life. I shook his hand. " Brad, this is the Clemente crime family kind of things. Your life I can't guarantee. Okay? " I replied, " Let's do it. " He smiled and said, " Clemente needs his men to clear the war with him and the Falcone family. We need to put a stop to it. " I replied, " Wait what? Let them be. This is not our business. " He was kind of disappointed with my answers. He replied, " The Falcone will got help from other families. We don't want that to happen now won't we? This is big. Fucking big. You don't know what a powder keg New York really is. Non of us cops do but we'll find out if this happens. Coop, you need to clear out Clemente before it's too late. " I was kind of shock. I said, " But, that makes me a murderer. Right? " John shook his head, " You're already a murderer. "
That fucking sentence sticked to my head. I drove my car to the factory where usually Clemente held his meeting. My white car caught the goons' attention. " Wow, bucko. Where do you think you're going? " asked one of the goons. I answered back, " I'm sorry. I thought this was the factory where usually my boss held a meeting. The fuck is wrong with you. Let me in. " The goons weren't convinced. They showed their guns to me to show that they're in serious business. Well, I showed mine. It went bad. They tried to shoot at me. I drove my car and crashed the gate. They didn't stop shooting. They only stopped for reloading their guns. I opened the car door and jumped out. I shot them dead. The gunshots were heard by the other goons. They ran to me and tried to shoot me. I was pinned behind my car. If they shoot the gas tank, I would be dead. Roasted. I saw one on a balcony. I shot him down in the knee. He kept screaming as if the screaming would let the bullet out of his fucking knee. I turned to the west side. I saw three more goons behind a cover. I ran out of my cover and dodged their shooting. While dodging, I shot them in the head. It took me a couple of fucking concentrations but I managed. Five fucking goons remaining. Still, five is a lot less than ten. Fuck me. I spoke to soon. Another five came into the gunfight too. I saw them and they saw me. I saw two goon were covering behind the crates beside me. I ran towards them. It was fucking suicidal but what am I to lose. I jumped on those crates and shot them in the torso. It was fucking epic. I was ran out of ammo. Luckily, the dead dropped their Uzis. I was pinned again. I saw one came out of cover. I shot him in the leg. It was reckless. I aimed for his dick. He screamed and kept swearing. Well fuck you too. I shot him in head to silence him. The remainings, I killed by running out of my cover and kept shooting at them. The place was quiet for a while. I searched the dead bodies for ammo and guns.
I went inside the building. They were expecting me. " Brad Cooper! Son of a bitch detective is trying to kill me. " yelled Clemente. I kept quiet and hid behind a cover. " I saw you hiding there you cop fuck! " yelled Clemente again. I yelled, " Congratulations! Come show yourself! I want to give you my fucking medal and my fucking applause! " While he was stalling me. I saw two of his goons came downstairs. Hid behind the boxes. I said, " Clemente. You're being a fucking dick by trying to engage a war between the Falcone. You dick. " He replied, " Fuck you. You don't know anything about waging wars. You fuck. " I smiled. I waged wars before him with many crime families before this. Wars between other families are just like waking up every morning for me. It's something that I can do and normally would do. The goons started shooting towards me. I rolled into next cover and they kept shooting. Fuck them. I shot one in the forehead. Another was surprised and shocked but he kept shooting. He was carrying an Automatic Kalashnikov year 1947. Fuck me. The recoil could hit anybody other than me. I saw my window of opportunity. I aimed at his dick and still it hit the leg. Why god why? He screamed in pain. I was annoyed by his swearing so I shot his dick. Hell yes. I heard Clemente still kept screaming and swearing. He kept shooting randomly at the stairs. It was hard to go up. Then, suddenly luck turned sides. He was out of ammo. I went up and said, " Clemente. I'm sorry I got to do this. " He laughed as he was on laughing gas or someone just open up their ass in front of him. He said, " You'll be sorry if Katerina die now won't we? " Fuck my face. Katerina. The daughter of Falcone. The cops would be fucked, wait... I would be fucked if she's dead. Falcone would rip the NYPD asses and the NYPD would rip Holstein ass and Holstein would fuck my ass. I took Clemente into custody.
" Fuck you! " yelled Holstein. I don't need this crap right now. " Fuck you and your fucking stupid, mindless decision! " yelled Holstein again. Everybody outside was kind of afraid of Holstein right that moment but they have nothing to do with him getting mad. " Cap, I'm trying to solve this now. " I tried to talk. " This is going nowhere. Frier is in there interrogating Clemente right this fucking moment and nothing came out of him. The only thing came out is ' fuck you '. " I tried to find a solution but I helped enough. " Cap, let me talk to him. I sorta things out. " said me. I went into the interrogation room. It was dark. The only light was on Clemente's face. I saw John with a depression on his face. The depression of not getting a good results out of Clemente. The kind of results that make you want to shove it up into your ass and let you shit it out back. " John, I'll take it from here. " I said. John was frustrated. He banged the door on the way out. I looked at Clemente's face. He was confident about not getting the answer out of him. " Clemente, I only ask nicely once. Where is the girl? " I asked. Clemente looked straight to the one-way mirror. He answered, " Puta! Get the fuck out of here. I don't answer for nobody. Only me. I'm the fucking Clemente. The all feared, the all well fucking feared by people. Understand? " I replied, " Not in here. I'm not. I pulled the chair and locked the door. I pulled Clemente and tortured him to get the answer. The other cops all were panicked and scared that I might kill him. They tried to bring down the door. It won't budge. The answer came out with numerous bruises on Clemente's face and body. I had to answer for that. I was on a fucking tight rope. I opened the door and Holstein fucking punched my face. Welcome to the punch. I wasn't surprised at all. It was all expected. The other cops were pretending to look busy. They all tried to cover the place where poor Katerina was held. While walking downstairs, " Brad! You need to stop them first before the cops get to Katerina. It would get messy. " I replied, " John, if I'm going first. It'll be messy. " John stopped me on the stairs and said, " That's why you need to go first. Don't get the cops blood on this. Please. " I thought of myself. What am I to lose? Nothing. That's why I hate my fucking life.
I drove my car to an old house near the lake. Beautiful lake. Damn. It'll be polluted with bloods. Fuck me. An army waiting outside of the house. Serious the fuck me! All packed with SMGs and rifles. I only have this M1911 and a Uzi that I stole from the dead. Fuck my mind. I sneaked quietly behind bushes. I took a quick look at the house. Although it was dark but I could see the house was white. Big and fortified. This was no game for me and the cops. This was a fucking war. A fucking war between me and the army of Clemente. Why oh why I accepted John's offer. Oh yeah, cause I have nothing to lose. I have nothing to be afraid of. The entrance was swarming with men with big guns. AA12 kind of shit. On the balcony, I could see two men were holding sniper rifle. It could kill me on the spot if they spot me. Damn. On the west side of building there's a balcony, on the balcony was heavily guarded with goons with AK47. The cliche Russian's rifle. I tried to zoom my vision but my vision was faded due to the darkness. One man walked towards my position. I hid quietly. He walked pass by me. I took him down and brought him behind the bushes. Our struggle was heard by the others. They kept screaming to know of the situation. I held my gun tight and... Fuck me. I jumped out and shot them in the torso. The situation became chaotic. I had to fight my way inside by killing more people. I entered the mansion and saw two on the stairs. I went back outside and rethink my strategy. I saw a window. Seriously, a window. I jumped through and shot both of them. The mansion was big. Fuck. It was tiring. I walked up the stairs and got shot on the arm. Fuck me! It was pain like shit. I needed to find a painkiller. I shot my arm shooter. My left arm became slightly useless. I ran up the stairs and searched every room. One room wasn't touch yet. I came close. I heard a fucker shouting in the room. I breached the room and shot the fucker. He was surprised and died. Katerina was on a chair and been tied up. She was beaten as fuck. I untied her and she hugged me as if I was Barney that came to save the day. I was trying to save myself from Holstein's rage. Saving my own ass from being fired. I went downstairs and held Katerina close. She was scared. I couldn't get mad at her for being scared. A woman must've been traumatized by this kind of event. I walked to the door and asked Katerina to stand behind me close. She obeyed the order. I checked if the situation was clear. It was clear. We walked outside and the other cops arrived.
I was given a treatment for the arm injury. Holstein came and said, " Well done. You've managed to unfuck the situation that you already fucked up. " I smiled and said, " Holstein. Cap, this is what I do. How about Clemente? " He answered, " Clemente is fucking mad at you. He said that he'll get you but I doubt that will happen. The Falcone family will protect you. " Then, Holstein walked into the mansion. John came by and said, " Motherfucker! You've done it. Well done. " I replied, " Well done for what? The shot or the case? " He replied, " Both. Now, let's get you some beer. On the house. " I replied, " It better be. "
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