“Welcome Johnny! I call this one, the lion’s mouth” Enrique, while sitting in the desk, said, as his back is turned at John, while ten other goons are pointing their guns at him. “Pretty nifty place huh? I even tapped the local power grid to increase the voltage in here so I can have all the electrical power I need to run my cocaine laboratory. These drugs don’t make themselves you know” he added.
“Hey, can you let Victoria go?” John said, as he pointed to Victoria.
“Sure, Paul take her to the second floor, this would be ugly” Enrique said as Paul drags Victoria up towards the second floor. “Don’t worry, once your dead, everything will be fine and we will let her go. Sound good?” he asked.
“Well…..okay then since I have no choice” John said with disappointment.
“Good lad! I like your answer” Enrique said, as he personally brings out his own gun from the desk drawer. “I will kill you off personally with the same gun I killed that useless old man that one afternoon. Oh yeah and by the way, it wasn’t the nurses who pulled off those life support machines on that old man. It was me” he added.
“You good for nothing son of a-” John said, two goons quickly grabbed him.
“Tut tut tut, calm yourself down. Remember I have the gun. You have nothing” Enrique said.
“Well, guess your right. But can I still have one final request?” John asked.
“Anything” Enrique answered.
“I never tried smoking. Can I at least smoke and finish one stick of cigarette before you shoot my brains out?” John said.
“Fine. How about beer? Would you want some?” Enrique asked.
“Yeah. Sounds really great” John said.
“You, Tootsie, grab that case of beer and give it him” Enrique said. One of the thugs went to the refrigerator and picked up the case containing eight bottles of beer.
John then started smoking. After that, he tried to open one of the beer bottles, but he smashed all the other beers in the process, so the carpet was drenched in alcohol. A while later, John smoked really hard until he can make smoke rise to the ceiling. He was sitting on the chair, in an Indian seat.
“Hey, John you have five minutes left in your life” Enrique said.
“Yeah? Well you have two” John said. With that, he pulled out a gun and shot the fluorescent lamp. Everything went dark. The thugs didn’t know what to do. Enrique then saw a floating red dot. It was John’s cigarette. He threw it up to the ceiling. Enrique said, fire at that cigarette.
Because of this, the fire prevention tool was broken. It then sprinkled water on them all. Enrique then shouted. “Hah! You think something stupid such as water can kill us?”
“Nope but this will” John said, as he stayed on the chair, and threw the cigarette towards the carpet drenched in alcohol. The carpet was set to flame. The first floor was now full of fire. The goons tried to run away but they couldn’t. Then the water short circuited the circuits. Since humans and water make great conductors, they were all electrocuted. Except for John because he wasn’t standing on the floor, and he was wearing rubber shoes. He looked at Enrique’s body, and carried it out the door. He did it for the other goons. He also called an ambulance and the police from his cell phone. After that he got Enrique’s golden gun, and rushed up towards the second floor. He pointed his gun at Paul. Paul also did the same. They were facing each other now, both of their guns on each other’s forehead.
“How did you beat all those guys?” Paul asked.
“With science” John said.
“Enough of this chitchat” Paul said.
