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Bu Search Warrant
Condemned District, San Diego
1 August
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Good work, Mizu. I'll take care of the rest.
Switching off his smartphone, he put it into his hoodie's pocket then took off his hoodie to reveal his bare-chested body underneath. He knelt down, setting his hoodie in a neat fold onto the grey concrete ground. Then he pressed both his palms together and reenacted the Wai Kru ceremony of Muay Thai. He reflected back on the mentors that he had had over the years and paid tribute to them. Then his mind wandered back to his place of origin and despite the darkness around that image he reflected on his upbringing there for that was where he learned his first martial art; Wing Chun. The art passed down by masters such as Yip Man and Bruce Lee...
"Oi, ching-chong! Fuck off!" the gangster pointed at Bu, his other hand reaching into his jacket. His partner was also doing the same.
The half-naked Chinese teen continued to walk towards the 2 gunmen, his eyes fierce and his mouth closed.
"I SAID FUCK OFF OR YOU'LL GET SOME!" shouted the man, his pistol now drawn and aimed at Bu.
The distance between Bu and him had been closed, they were mere meters away from each other at that point. And Bu continued to walk closer. A bead of sweat trickled down the man's neck as he looked at his partner who gave him a nod. Gritting his teeth, the gangster turned back and without hesitation, fired.
BANG!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The oblique kick. A move professional fighter Rampage Jackson wants banned from the UFC. Why? Because it is a kick that can inflict damage upon the ligaments in one's knee. However, the oblique kick is often used in Muay Thai for the purpose of effectively stifling kicks by the opponent. Is it really that dangerous one can ask. It depends on the way it is used. The oblique kick is also a move in Wing Chun. Its purpose? To destroy one's knee.
The second gangster's mind could not register what had just happened. His partner had shot at a point-blank target but...No way, he thought, no way the Chink dodged that! Yet, the 'Chink' had indeed dodged the shot then bent his partner's leg awkwardly using an oblique kick and took the 120kg man out of the fight with a spinning roundhouse to the head.
"What the f-!"
Seconds later, his body was used as a battering ram to knock down the front door of the building. Instantly the heads of everyone on the ground floor turned towards the sound and were greeted by the sight of the pummeled body of the front door guard. Then all hell broke loose.
Pressure points. They aren't what comics and anime shows make them out to be. In Bu's opinion, they do exist but all of them won't respond to what some traditional martial arts pretend to be killing moves. 'Dim Mak' or the Death Touch is most definitely not real. Instead, there are certain pressure points of a human body susceptible to attack but they only respond to powerful impact and shock, both elements not being things that are easily delivered by most people. Except for Bu.
Swiftly disarming the first assailants that rushed at him with blades then knocking them unconscious with strikes to their temples, Bu stormed the gangsters in the living room as they picked up their firearms. Each one of them pointed a gun at him. They pressed their triggers. Nothing came out. Their guns had all been halved like a series of wooden boards being sliced in half by the feet of a Taekwondo master. A moment later, all of the gangsters lay moaning on the floor, their reward for pointing a gun at Bu being broken bones and cracked teeth.
Bu walked over to the kitchen. There he met 2 women, cowering together in fear underneath a dining table. Seeing no visible threat he began to ask, "Are you o-!"
POW POW!
2 shotgun shells were unloaded into his chest, sending him flying across the room to collapse against an oven behind him. The female gangsters stood up, faces snarling, their hands wielding sawed-off shotguns, they had been sitting on the guns the whole time.
"Let's load some more shells into this motherfucker!" one of them said as she aimed it at Bu. Then both their eyes went wide.
Bu pushed himself up from the ground, smoke coming from his chest as 2 spent shotgun shells were pushed out by his pecs onto the floor. Before the women could even blink the pressure points on their necks were cut by the sides of Bu's hands and they became the ones that collapsed on the floor this time, great black-purple bruises would appear on their necks when they woke up.
Picking up a knife from an unconscious gangster, Bu strode up the stairs, leaving the destruction he'd sowed on the ground floor behind him.
"DIE NIGGA!" a gangster waiting to catch him out emerged, UZI in hand.
The Young Blood simply extended his hand.
DAKADAKADAKADAKADAKADAKADAKA!
Bullets ricocheted off Bu's hands and riddled the walls around them.
"Jesus Christ..." the gunman gasped. Then he screamed out in pain and tumbled down the stairs, a knife embedded deep in his kneecap.
Reaching the 2nd floor, Bu cracked his knuckles and began to methodically sweep each room. Gunshots would echo through the hallways. They rang out continuously until eventually the last bullet hit the floor and the last Apostle was slumped against a wall.
At this point, his knuckles had become bloodied, very bloodied. Wiping off some stains from his body, Bu saw that there was only 1 floor remaining. He wondered what was up there. He reached for his smartphone but realized he had left it in his hoodie.
"Mizu? You here somewhere? I'm heading up to the 3rd floor," he called out as he took his first step onto the stairway.
