Almighty Bruce

Freed

The seven armed officers had been waiting for an opportunity to deal with Bruce for what they considered an insult to their boss.

Gradually, they started enclosing him, but none of them was brave enough to be the first to grab him.

“What are you waiting for?! Don’t you know how to grab a man?!” Murphy barked, but the men knew that Bruce was no ordinary man.

“This won’t end well for all of you.” Bruce warned, but one of the men took his words for granted and tried to grab his leather military jacket.

Within a twinkle of an eye, the man found himself on the ground and the kick Bruce had landed on his right leg couldn’t let him stand.

“Ahh!” One other man received his own share of the beating, and by the time Bruce was done with six of the men, he decided to grab the last man standing by his neck.

“Boss?! Help! Please!” The man begged Murphy for help, but the Chief Warden was too shocked to even utter a word.

“Well, it seems he doesn’t consider you worthy of saving.” Bruce sniggered at the man while he was still holding him up, allowing his legs to dangle in the air.

The other men were still on the floor, whimpering and grunting. Some of them had already started crawling away in order not to receive any further thrashing from the angry General.

“Let him go! Now!” Murphy suddenly found his courage the moment he grabbed his pistol from its holster and pointed it at Bruce.

“I am not messing with you, Bruce! Drop him or I will shoot!” He seemed tough on the outside, but the fact that Bruce disarmed his men and battered them like children made him very afraid.

“Now! Do it!” He shook his hands to show that he wasn’t joking.

“Like this?” Bruce dropped the man who landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

“Stay where you are! I will shoot!” Murphy warned while the man Bruce dropped on the floor picked up his cap and sped out of the scene.

“I think you should call for more backup, Murphy.” Bruce started walking toward the Chief Warden who wondered why he wasn’t scared of the g*n he was pointing at him.

“Stand where you are, Bruce! This g*n is fully loaded!”

“I know what you did, Murphy. You are the reason why I was sent to the Red Dungeon. Tell me…” Bruce growled. “Who sent you?” He asked, but Murphy couldn’t answer.

“I wonder how many men you have sent to that place just to keep your pockets filled up.” Bruce slowly lifted his right hand and grabbed the tip of the g*n.

Murphy remained frozen, watching as Bruce pushed the g*n to his own head and urged him to shoot.

“Go ahead, Murphy. Have at it.”

Murphy struggled with his vehement heartbeat. The action of the fearless and domineering General had rendered him motionless. All he could do was stare with his mouth agape.

“Woe to the Oppressors.” Bruce snarled, his words caused an internal eruption in Murphy’s body.

“I know that saying.” Murphy’s voice quivered. “Are…are…” He stuttered, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Are you the Scarred General?” He managed to ask, but he should have already figured that out earlier, and not when Bruce said his popular words which were resounded by all the soldiers who fought with him to protect the two countries.

Murphy let go of the g*n which fell to the ground while he knelt down forcefully, ignoring the pain that attacked his knees.

“Forgive me! I didn’t know!” He couldn’t look at Bruce’s eyes. There was something about those blue orbs that compelled anyone who stared at them.

“Hey!” A man shouted from a distance, but he lost his confidence as soon as Bruce turned to his direction.

There was something subjugating about the Vanquisher that made him force saliva down his throat even with the g*n he was holding in his hands.

“Lower your weapon, Jax! He is the Vanquisher!” Murphy warned his deputy who gasped at the mention of the name.

“Bruce Spencer is the Scarred General?” Jax’s violent breath skyrocketed, and he didn’t even realize that his hands were no longer holding onto his g*n.

“Come here!” Bruce ordered, and Jax ran as though his life depended on it.

“Do whatever he tells you, Jax!” Murphy pleaded, but he didn’t need to tell his Deputy that.

“What do you want? Anything! Just mention it, and it’s done!” Jax nodded.

“I am here to take someone away from this place. I am here for Xavier Garcia.”

“Garcia?” Jax recognized the prisoner they had convicted for nine years, but the people who wanted the man to remain in prison were too powerful.

“But…”

“No buts, Jax! Just do what he wants before he unleashes his terror!” Murphy cried out.

Jax was left with no choice but to hurry into the prison while Murphy was still praying for his life.

He returned quickly with two officers who were carefully leading Aria’s father out of the prison, treating him like a human being for the first time.

Xavier’s hope returned as soon as he set his eyes on the sun, but he couldn’t recognize the man who had made the Chief warden kneel before him.

“Unshackle him!” Jax instructed the men who did that without hesitation, setting Xavier free at last.

Bruce walked up to him with a smile, but he could barely recognize him due to the condition of his eyes.

“I am here to take you back to your family, Mr. Garcia. You are a free man now.”

“Who are you?” Xavier asked with a weak tone, trying to remember where he saw that face.

“You already know who I am. Maybe you will remember when we see your daughter. We need to leave this place.”

Bruce led Xavier into the car, but before he could get in himself, Murphy and Jax knelt before him.

“Please, we will be killed! They will kill us for letting him go! You can’t take him!” Murphy pleaded, tears already dropping from his eyes.

“We beg you! Please!” Jax added, but the General was running out of time.

“Your fate has already been sealed. Don’t act like you never saw this day coming.” Bruce left the men and went into the car.

He drove for a few minutes before he turned to look at Xavier who was still trying to figure out who he was.

“We need to stop by at the Reynold’s. They have your wife.”