Illegal implants

It was a dark gloomy day in Washington DC. Especially for the bold white man who has been taken as hostage in a warehouse. The man was about twenty-two years old and cuffed on a wooden chair.

''Where are the implants!'' the mobster asked angered. ''I will never tell you!'' the bold man replied. The mobster pushed his gun against the bold man's head. ''Maybe this will change your mind?'' the mobster whispered. ''Over my dead body!'' the man yelled. ''As you wish.'' The mobster was about to pull the trigger. ''Boss, why don't we try other methods first?'' a henchman asked. ''Like what?'' ''Like cutting a finger for each wrong answer?'' ''That is a brilliant idea! And you may do the cutting part.'' The mobster removed the gun from the bold man's head. The henchman returned with a butchers knife. ''Good, Alex Byte, tell me where the implants are.'' the mobster commanded. ''No.'' replied Alex dry. The mobster summuned his henchman.
''Put your hand here.'' the henchman commanded. He pointed to the table in front of Alex. The bold man put is right hand. ''I am left.'' he said. ''One more time; where are my implants!'' the mobster cried. ''Yeah, where would they be?'' Alex trolled the mobster. The henchman cut Alex's right thumb however, alex showed no sign of pain. ''This is not normal! It is green!'' the henchman yelled. The mobster wasn't looking. ''I don't give a fuck if it is normal or not. If necessary you cut off his whole hand.'' the mobster replied. ''But boss look!'' The mobster returned and looked to the hostage. Alex smiled when he saw how the henchman and the mobster were staring in horror how his thumb growed back.
''Okay, I don't care who or what you are mr. Byte but all I need to know is about the implants.'' the mobster said. ''Nope.'' The mobster sighed and pulled his gun from his pocket. He pushed the gun against Alex head. ''Nothing personal, bussiness are bussiness.'' the mobster said. ''You can't kill me! I have human rights!'' Alex cried. ''As if I care! Rights are shit! Now die motherfucker!'' The mobster pulled the trigger and shot. Alex moaned and broke his cuffs with ease. He scratched his head, his hand searched for the bullet. ''What? How could I missed it?'' ''You didn't.'' Alex said.
He pulled the bullet out the shot wound. The bullet came along with a lot of blood.
''What the fuck, it is green!'' The mobster almost fainted.
''I told ya.'' the henchman responded. Alex laughed and freed himself by snapping the rope. The free Alex said: ''My implants are designed for tough people like me, not for civilian douchebags like you. Stop it, you will kill hundreds of innocent people this way.'' The henchman looked mesmerized to Alex. ''I will not kill you if you promise that you will never buy or sell my stuff again O.K?'' ''Pha! You can not kill me!'' the mobster said. ''Sure I can.'' Alex aimed the mobsters gun on the mobsters face. ''How...?'' ''Promise me and you will be safe.'' ''I, I, I promise I will never sell or buy your stuff again.'' the mobster begged. ''Good boy.'' Alex broke the gun in pieces and bowed. Two mighty mechanical wings teared his back; green blood splattered on the walls and floor. Alex launched himself at super-sonic speed and bashed trough the ceiling. All what the other two men could do was staring and process what just happened. The mobster was the first one to wake up, he bowed and picked up a single blue hair. ''So, our man wasn't always bold.'' the mobster responded. ''We have enough samples to do a DNA test.'' the henchman said. ''No, I have a much better idea.'' The mobster grinned evil.