Chapter 184 Just One Step Away
Downtown, at the intersection.
Emily, covered in blood, was yanked out of the car by her arm. Her pretty face twisted in rage as she shouted, "Do you guys even care about the law anymore?"
"The law? Out here in the Ninth District, in the middle of nowhere, millions of miles from civilization. You tell me, where is the law?" The masked young man grabbed Emily's arm and raised his voice. "You better remember this. This time, I just splashed you with blood, but next time, I'll bleed you myself. Have you ever seen someone covered in tumors? I can find a hundred guys to..."
Before he could finish, five fingers, strong as steel clamps, grabbed his hair.
"Shit!" the young man exclaimed, turning his head immediately.
Alexander, dressed in plain clothes, grabbed the young man's hair with his right hand, took a step forward with all his strength, and slammed the young man's head into the car door with a loud bang.
"Beat him up."
The other three reacted, and one of them took a military shovel and swung it at Alexander's head.
Alexander spun in place, his left foot planted firmly, and his right foot swept through the air with a whooshing sound.
With a dull thud, the young man was kicked back two steps, slipped, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Alexander grabbed the masked young man's hair with his right hand and slammed his head into the shattered car window again. The sharp glass shards instantly disfigured him, blood flowing everywhere.
The remaining two attackers drew their knives and lunged forward. Alexander dodged, but with limited space to move, his right side was slashed, and blood spurted out.
"Kill him."
"Stab him."
As they shouted, a gunshot rang out.
Alexander, holding a police-issued gun, glared fiercely at the four attackers. "Come on, come on, let me see what you've got."
The two on the ground froze, and the other two with knives took a few steps back.
Alexander glanced around and pushed Emily's shoulder. "Take your friend and go first."
Emily snapped out of it, turned, pulled Abigail, who had just gotten out of the car, and ran.
"Drop the knives. Drop them!" Alexander shouted, pointing his gun at the attackers.
The four glared at Alexander with malice, but instead of retreating, they seemed ready to charge.
Alexander fired two shots, hitting the legs of the two with knives. "I said drop the knives!"
The shouts echoed for a long time. The four exchanged glances and immediately dropped their weapons.
"Turn around." Alexander slowly backed away.
The four complied.
Alexander retreated about ten meters before turning and running. The leader of the attackers suddenly turned and shouted, "Come on, someone get that reporter."
After several shouts, two cars sped through the intersection, crushing the snow as they chased after Alexander.
After firing a few shots, Alexander quickly ducked into a nearby alley, catching up to Emily from behind and scolding, "Are you stupid? Don't run in a straight line, run in a curve."
Emily turned at the sound, and Alexander grabbed her wrist, shouting at Abigail, "Run to the left."
"You have a gun. Why are you afraid of them?" Abigail asked, confused.
"Idiot, they're not all in one car, can't you see?" Alexander snapped, pulling Emily into the left alley.
The three of them ran for hundreds of meters, turning several corners before stopping.
Emily, pale and panting, looked at Alexander. "Are you... Are you okay?"
"Damn it, are you stupid?" Alexander snapped. "If someone wants to take revenge on you, why didn't you say that? I thought you were joking."
"I wasn't sure they'd really come after me. Why are you so mad?"
"You're just dumb." Alexander glared at Emily, touching his wound. "Damn, they almost got my kidney."
"Didn't you say you didn't have time and wouldn't come?" Emily asked.
"Idiot! You told me you pissed someone off, so I thought it was about the news case and rushed over," Alexander replied, eyes wide. "Luckily, I brought my gun, or I'd be dead."
Emily looked at the injured Alexander, hesitated for a moment, then walked over and said, "Let's, let's go to the hospital first."
"I called the police chief. Let's wait a sec and see if they're still chasing us," Alexander said, holding his wound, his tone urgent. "No one in Pine City knows you, or what kind of people you have at home. If you mess around and piss them off, it could get really bad."
Emily listened to Alexander's scolding without retorting, her eyes showing a strange emotion. "I... I didn't think it would be so complicated, or that they'd dare to do this."
"If it weren't for Joseph's case exposing you, do you think they'd just splash you with some dead animal's blood?" Alexander stopped mid-sentence.
"What did you say they splashed me with?" Emily frowned.
Alexander glanced at Emily and replied, "I said, if it weren't for Joseph's case exposing a bit of your background, they wouldn't have just splashed you with dead animal blood."
Suburban residential area.
John sat in the car, listening to the distant gunshots and shouted, "Come on! Drive towards the gunfire."
The driver floored the gas pedal, and the car wobbled on the icy road, quickly advancing.
Two minutes later, at the end of the road, John saw figures running across the road and immediately shouted, "Stop."
The three cars came to a halt. John, wearing a bulletproof vest, jumped out and shouted, "There's someone on the right, be careful, move forward."
A dozen people formed two lines and moved forward, crouching.
Fifty meters ahead.
John looked up and saw two figures lying in the snow on the right side of the road.
"There's blood," Loren warned.
John hesitated briefly, then rushed forward.
In the snow, Duke and Milo lay there, each with six or seven stab wounds, their faces purple and eyes wide open, motionless.
John paused for a moment, then walked over, checked their breathing, and turned around, cursing, "We missed them by five minutes at most!"
"Are they dead?" Elbert walked over, stunned.
Loren, behind them, saw Duke and Milo's abdomens cut open, their intestines spilling out, and turned pale, vomiting violently.
In the silent night, a phone rang.
John turned, following the sound, and found a phone next to Duke.
John hesitated for a moment, then answered the call without speaking first.
A man's laughter came through the phone.
John remained silent.
"Tell the people behind you, do you want to play? The game starts now."
With that, the call ended. Enrique and his men crossed the field, got into a car on a side road, and drove away.
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