The girl kicked the man while the man carried her on his shoulders like prey, entering the workshop through the back door.
Mr. Loud ran to his van and grabbed his cell phone. The tension he showed put his family on alert.
"My love, what's going on?" His wife asked him.
"I have to call the police. This man kidnapped Carlotta."
"Carlotta is in danger!?" Leni became close friends with the Latina, as they both shared their love of fashion. Even knowing that worries her.
While Mr. Loud called the police, he noticed the absence of one of his family members. "Hey, has anyone seen Lincoln?"
"Lincoln!" They all shouted in unison, not seeing the albino among them.
Meanwhile, inside the workshop,
Carlotta was placed on one of the workshop tables. The man grabbed her by the chest of her dress and ripped it off along with her bra, exposing her breasts. He then pulled down her panties and tore them off, leaving them hanging from one of her ankles.
Throughout this act, Carlotta was writhing, screaming, and crying, while the man was talking to her.
"My love, we can be together now. I got rid of your stupid boyfriend for you. This guy is Bobby."
"Come on, love; don't cry. You'll like it." The man started to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. But before he could pull down his underwear, he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey. Didn't they teach you how to treat a lady?"
"Dinner and a movie first," came Lincoln's voice. Who was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.
"What the fuck!?" The mechanic quickly pulled up his pants. "Bastard! I'll teach you not to be a voyeur!" The man grabs a portable acetylene torch, lights it, runs up to the boy, and throws it at him.
Lincoln takes off his jacket and throws it at the torch, causing it to catch fire. Then he kicks it towards the mechanic.
The gas in the small tank explodes as it is covered in burning clothing.
Immediately afterward, Lincoln punched the man in the stomach, causing him to kneel while holding his stomach. He then delivered an upward kick to his chin, sending him into a table.
The man takes a wrench and uses it as a weapon.
Lincoln does the same, unfurling his new cane, courtesy of his boss.
The man attacks Lincoln, using his tool as a sledgehammer. But in a quick move, Lincoln stopped him with his cane.
The scene looked like a sword fight. But something happened.
When the mechanic intends to attack again, Lincoln takes the cane with both hands as if it were a katana. At the moment of impact with the tool, the cane continued on its path. And I cut it in half.
The top of the wrench fell onto the mechanic's foot, who caught it and began jumping.
"Oh damn it! My foot! You broke my toe! What the hell did you do!?"
Lincoln shows the head of the cane, revealing a four-inch (10 cm) blade.
This little devil is courtesy of Venom Industries.
"It's made of a recently discovered metal called huitzizoid. It weighs a third less than microlattice, the lightest metal in the world. It's three times harder than chromium or diamond."
"With the right force and speed, you can cut through a huge block of steel like jelly."
"However, using weapons is not my style. I will cause more damage to you with my bare hands."
"Well, you're stupid." The mechanic picks up the sledgehammer from the ground and tries to hit Lincoln, but he only manages to destroy the windows of the car he is repairing.
Lincoln dodges the hammer, but the man swings at him again, this time destroying a motorcycle.
"Damned! This is going to cost me thousands of dollars!" The man attacks again. This time, the structure of the iron shelf used to store tires is weakened.
Wheels collapse around Lincoln, who falls and traps half his body under the tires.
"I finally got you, you bastard," the mechanic said, raising the hammer, ready to smash Lincoln's skull. But when he put it down, he realized it had become tangled in a chain. "Fuck my luck."
Lincoln took advantage of this to free one of his legs, and in a quick motion, he kicked the man in the leg, causing him to fall to the ground.
Lincoln removed the rest of the tires and stood up, at the same time as the mechanic was standing up but was brought back to the ground by a punch from Lincoln. However, the man still had one last ace up his sleeve.
He runs to the drawer, opens it, and pulls out a gun.
"Maybe weapons aren't your style. But they're my style." The man points at Lincoln and pulls the trigger.
The moment was tense.
In an instant, the sound of a gunshot broke the silence.
Lincoln was suspended in the air.
Everything was seen in slow motion.
The boy seemed to have felt the impact of the bullet. But he actually turned his back and let the bullet pass over him.
During that process, Lincoln kicked the handle of the hammer, freeing it from the chain. Before the boy and the tool hit the ground, Lincoln double-kicked the base of the handle, turning the hammer into a projectile that struck the mechanic's knee, shattering his bone until the tips of his toes touched his stomach.
The pain forced the man to drop the gun, which Lincoln kicked away from him.
With the man on the ground, writhing in pain, Lincoln went to Carlotta and untied her. For a moment, his body rubbed against Carlotta's bare chest, so the boy took off his sweater to give it to Carlotta to cover herself. Leaving his chest bare.
"Are you okay, Carlotta?" Lincoln asked.
Suddenly, the girl hugs Lincoln by the neck and kisses him on the lips. Lincoln was left surprised.