He suddenly heard the sound of a car rolling towards him, so he quickly hid in a high place to easily observe everything. Standing above, Tom saw two black four-seater parked right next to his police car. Stepping out are people wearing black suits who look quite luxurious.
The center of that crowd was none other than Kyle Rais. He was busy observing his surroundings, as if searching for something. But the other hand is also not the right size when holding MP5 submachine guns. That made Tom only know to stay in his hiding place.
'I'll be chiseled into a beehive if I shoot first. It's a real disaster. I really want to blow up Kyle.'
Although it is possible to finish the corrupt inspector right now, but Tom can't do that because it will be detrimental to him. He could only clasp his hands together and pray that they would not find him.
When he heard them break the chain with a bullet, Tom slowly crawled back to see if they were all inside. As soon as they were all in, he surreptitiously crawled into the container and ran away from it. When running to his car, Tom encountered a guy guarding here. He quickly opened fire to finish him off, but the gunfire had already reached the others.
"Motherfu..."
Tom quickly took the submachine gun equipped with silencer from the dead guy and hid in the container to ambush them. He unloaded the magazine, checked the ammunition and loaded it, not forgetting to do the same with the beretta.
"Where are you hiding, Tom Megan? Come and fight me like a man."
Inspector Kyle's voice rang out, provocative this time. But Tom knew that this was a trick for that guy to lure him into revealing his location, so he kept quiet. He closed his eyes, trying to listen to the footsteps approaching him.
"May the gods help me live through this."
When he realized there were footsteps near him, Tom left his hiding position and began firing five bullets at the other guy. A ganster was about to shoot him but a bullet came and passed through his skull. That caused the old policeman to return to his hiding position.
'Someone helped me.'
Tom compared the location of the bullets and noticed that there was a person holding a sniper gun on an old billboard. He recognized that black armor.
'The one who claims to be the ghost of vengeance.'
Although he did not know his purpose, Tom gave up and continued to fight. Because now, apart from him, everyone here is an enemy.
The bullets were continuously fired at him, making it impossible for Tom to shoot back. So he could only rely on him. A few more bullets rang out, he also heard a few fall to the ground.
'Now or never.'
Tom left his position and started shooting anyone in front of him. Without hesitation, just pull the trigger. One by one fell under his bullets, staining the desolate wasteland with blood and fluid.
After draining a magazine, Tom returned to his hiding position. He suddenly heard the sound of bullets hitting metal above his head. Next, Kyle jumped out and fell on top of the old policeman. He tried to take the gun out of his hand. But Tom fought back, he used so much force to hit Kyle's head that they were both stunned.
Another gunshot rang out, it blew off the dirty inspector's left arm. Causing him pain, he hugged the part of his arm that was shot off to stop the bleeding. Taking the opportunity, Tom pulled out a pistol and fired a bullet into Kyle's heart.
Realizing that his life was running out, the inspector gave up stopping the bleeding and lay down on the ground. Enjoying some fresh air while Tom stood up, he asked Kyle in an angry voice.
"Who do you work for? For Ferro? For that organization?"
Faced with that anger, Kyle just smiled while his mouth was full of blood.
"It doesn't matter. Either way, you two will go to the grave with me."
After he finished speaking, his eyes became dim and he stopped spitting blood while speaking. Tom realized he was dead. But his last words are still in his head.
'You two also went to the grave with me. Me and Dewit.'
Tom suddenly realized that Jimmy lived alone in the apartment, and he rushed to his car. Ignore this battlefield and drive away. Mouth constantly mumbling prayers.
Watching the police car leave, Death used his hook gun to jump down to clean up the mess. He looked at the bodies and shook his head in dismay. A black car approached him, but Death paid no attention because he knew who was in the car.
"Look at this pile of battlefields you created. I wonder what it will be like in the future."
Jeff looked around fearfully. It wasn't because he was afraid of corpses, he was afraid that future wars would be much larger in scale and more disastrous than now.
"William Ferro. The mafia boss runs a drug ring, prostitutes, loan sharks and many other things. He also owns a number of legal business models such as casinos and selling leather shoes. Who would have thought that a such a scary person would be deluded by such heresies."
"They promise a lot, general. They attack people's deepest desires. Even the toughest person may not be able to resist."
Death said as he carefully carried the pile of corpses into the warehouse.
"You've switched to cigars."
"More luxurious than regular cigarettes. Anyway, what if people detect the smell coming from these corpses? This abandoned area is a favorite place for homeless people."
"I'll ask my people to stay here and not let anyone in. After all, I bought this place, they won't suspect it. Just say we'll build a project for Derlionstar Group and it'll be fine. "
Jeff looked around, concern evident in his eyes. Knowing what his uncle was thinking, Death immediately replied.
"Don't worry, before this happened I bribed all the homeless people. I even used a body temperature scanner to find them. I won't miss anyone."
"It turns out this incident was all part of your plan. Tell me, what do you plan to do with this council?"
"You don't need to know about my plan. Ferro will be killed. That's all."
Hearing the somewhat cold and cruel words from his nephew, Jeff decided not to say anything more but just smoked his cigar silently. Everything passed just like that.
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