Helluva Boss: ''Helluva Human Kid''

Ch.23 - Doing a 'Home Alone'

AT THE ICE SMUGGLING WAREHOUSE...

A group of buyers were waiting at the front of a desk for the kingpin of the ice-smuggling company to take his seat. He was walking down the stars slowly with the help of his aid, as he had a pot-belly even though he was extremely fit.

When he sat down at the desk, the main buyer of the group sat on the chair in front of him.

"So, you got the stuff?" he asked.

"If you've got what you owe me and my associates in return." replied the kingpin with a French-Canadian accent.

"I'm glad we could reach an agreement."

With a snap of his fingers, the buyer's accountant grabbed out a check and started writing the bill.

"And rather a quick one too. If you don't mind me asking, what's the cause?" the kingpin asked with a little intrigue.

"Our bosses are currently in progress of a... a little dream project, you could say." the buyer explained. "And the materials in these babies are some of the touches of what we need. We've the permission from corporate if y'all wish to know."

The buyer handed one of his men-in-black a piece of paper before he handed it to the kingpin, who put on his reading glasses and read the fine print, which was a permit allowing the usage of these drugs for said 'passion project.'

"Very well. With that and a shake of hands, our bargaining business shall be done pleasurably." the kingpin extended his hand.

"Pleasure's ours, boss..." the buyer was about to shake his hand... until the kingpin saw a flicker of movement in the building's wings.

It was the I.M.P gang, who began burning the metal ropes off a basketball net with a lighter before Millie chopped them with her axe.

"Sorry if this one's a violent jolt, just LOOK OUT!"

The kingpin then grabbed the buyer's wrist, along with a few others, moving them before only a couple were crushed by the basketball net falling on top of them.

"What the FUCK is going on HERE?!" the accountant then pulled out a gun, provoking the other thugs to grab theirs.

"HEY, HEY! DON'T SHOOT!" the buyer and the kingpin shouted together.

But just as they shouted, the accountant's brains were blown out, but not by either men.

"Who the hell opened fire?!" the kingpin exclaimed to his crew. "IDIOTS!"

"It wasn't us, sir!" one of his cronies answered.

Soon, more gunshots rained from the ceiling, and both gangs started running around trying to evade them like hail.

"Oh, look at 'em run!" Blitzø laughed as he kept on shooting.

He then saw some of them trying to make a break for it at the nearest emergency exit.

"Aw hell nah you don't! LOONA!" he whistled for her.

Just as the so-called survivors were about to leave, they opened the door to see an angry Loona in her human disguise as she stomped inside and slammed it back shut, before putting up her boxing gloves.

"Loonie?!" Blitzø asked confusingly.

Loona then started beating the shit out of every escapee that tried to make a break for the door from the battle, from punches to kicks.

Moxxie and Millie soon jumped from the wings and began having their own fun, while Blitzø was still having fun and going gun-crazy.

"Who wants a piece of HELL!" shouted Moxxie, as some of the thug members released their katanas.