The pilot on seeing the missile targeted him. He tried in his power and skill to dodge the missile but it was too late.
The helicopter got hit on the center of its shaft. It instantly lost control in the view that it could not balance.
The pilot wrestled with it as it slanted downward with strong force.
"No, we are going to die!"
Screamed the cop on the machine gun for he had not let go. He instead held it firmly for fear of being topped over.
In a short while it hit the sandy earth and exploded.
"Wow, I am scared now. Things are not as simple as they seem, two cops down. The death count has increased to 3. Talk to me people, I am ready to die for the truth."
"Is this madness that we are witnessing? Or our government picked war with the wrong person?"
Precious Sinala asked, as her voice sounded trembling and shaky.
I connected to the national live broadcast with a live call.
My call got picked by chance.
The eyes of Precious Sinala almost dropped out of her eye sockets.
She didn't believe that I could make a call with them. They must have been thinking that I was a psychopath on rogue and on the edge of beyond redemption.
I could see her eyes drifting from the screen to board and back to it. She must be comparing the photo on it to the guy on the screen.
"Well, Precious Sinala, it's me to save you the trouble."
I advanced to clear her doubt.
She gasped for air as if she were confined in a hot place.
"Viewers, I still can't believe who we have here."
"Mr Contratino Chungu is here live on the national broadcast livestream. Sir, what would you like to tell this nation or the world at large?"
Precious Sinala inquired in a heartfelt tone and very respectful. She probably feared that I would blow them off.
"Just Contratino will do."
I began by correcting Miss Precious Sinala.
"It's simple, first I did not kill Emma in cold blood. Well, maybe I did."
I contradicted myself.
"Emma was an assassin from the Merciless Assassins Triad. Hired by my family to kill me."
I paused looking at her in the eyes how she would take my words though I cared less about her opinion.
"For the two cops you all witnessed a few minutes ago. I can justify my actions. Who would in their right mind let death sweep over them when they had other options to continue living on?"
"They wanted me dead first. I just retaliated. Collateral damage, and any of you would do the same if you had the means."
"Now let me warn everyone out there. This is between me and my greedy family. Whoever thinks to be smart and comes in between, I won't hesitate to send you to hell or heaven to your maker if you are a Christian believer. I repeat, stay out of my way or I will crush you in your attempt."
I terminated the call.
I had delivered my best speech. During my oration I tried to be as calm as plausible even though inside I fumed.
I couldn't show any weakness. I had to be as vigilant as feasible and invoke alarm in those that wished to be part of the hunt.
I needed to implant fear into whoever that was in the process coming for me. I used the cops in the helicopter as an example.
The world had to believe that my life could not be claimed that easily by anyone. Not my family or any government in whichever state I found myself in.
That is the law I abide by. Not that I am impossible to kill? But none would take my life if it wasn't my time.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh, and many more can't.
That's my code of conduct. If you break them you pay with your life or else it will be me.
Out of curiosity, I went to check my YouTube channel, Tik Tok, Facebook page and lastly, my Instagram.
My goodness! They were flooded with my insane acts. Maybe not insane but my survival reactions.
Me blowing up the cops helicopter made the entire nation angry.
It made me chuckle. How absurd people can be.
In the distance lots of helicopters came flying towards me.
Two fighter airstrikes jets were in the sky. Was this really necessary?
"This is the Namibian fighter air strike jet. We ask you to surrender peacefully or we will blow you out."
They contacted me on the radio. It caught me by surprise. I don't know how they had discovered that I had their radio and tuned in, on the same frequency as them.
I ignored their threat. The entire world was watching. Reason told me that they wouldn't dare. They were just bluffing.
In front of me four Jeeps came at great speed.
Behind one of the Jeeps I saw a bazooka point at me. Before I could react it fired at us.
My beautiful Easter responded by holding emergency brakes causing the vehicles to spin up in the sky, a number of times.
She managed to land back in the sand leaving the tarmac once more.
I gasped for a breath, it was so close I might have gone to meet my maker or the demons in hell I had created or the people I sent before me.
The interesting thing being that fortune always favoured me.
Maybe it's just grace, unmerited favor.
My world had already turned into complete chaos when I again beheld hitmen on motor bikes and land cruises.
They came from the left and right side as well.
As if the Jeeps, the hitmen on motorbikes and in land cruises were not enough, many more heavy duty war machinery came in front of me and encircled me in the process.