Chapter 218 Revenge with Five Hundred Thousand Dollars in Cash
After calling out a couple of times and getting nothing from the Taytown police, Andrew started to get a bad feeling. He grabbed the walkie-talkie again, his face looking pretty grim, asking, "Taytown police, you there?"
"Hello? Anybody?!"
After a few more tries, John was getting jittery. "Andrew, what's the deal? Why aren't they answering?"
"Yeah," Andrew said, frowning, "It's radio silence."
"Did you lose them?" Xavier asked.
"Jessica's car turned right, and I lost it. By the time I caught up, it was gone," Andrew explained, looking uneasy. "Taytown should've hit me up when they saw the car, right?"
"Didn't he say he had a bad signal?" John jumped in. "Maybe it's just a disconnection?"
Andrew thought for a second, then checked his phone, "No. Even if they got cut off, they should've called me. They wouldn't just go dark."
"So what's the deal then?" Xavier frowned. "Were they exposed?"
Andrew glanced at the houses lining the road, all with doors shut tight. No lights, just the crunch of tires on snow.
The driver, sweating, said, "Captain, these are all alleys. Without someone up ahead, it's tough to keep up with Jessica's car."
"Stop the car," Andrew ordered suddenly.
"Stop the car?" The driver was stunned.
"Yeah, give up the chase. Don't follow." Andrew had a bad feeling. "Back up, slowly."
"Okay," the driver nodded and reached to turn off the low beams.
"Leave the lights on, just back up slowly," Andrew stopped him.
In the back seat, two officers were nervously looking out the window. One frowned and cursed, "This is a residential area, it shouldn't be this dead. Why's it so deserted?"
"Yeah," the young guy next to him nodded. "It's way too quiet."
"Shut it," Andrew gestured for them to stop talking and reassured the driver. "Take it slow. Don't freak out."
The roads weren't narrow, but the driver didn't dare use the high beams, so he reversed really slowly. It took a couple of minutes to turn the car around.
"Go," Andrew urged.
A rustling sound came from the wall at the intersection ahead.
The driver hit the gas, speeding towards the main road.
Andrew was more nervous than anyone but tried not to show it. He kept looking around to calm his nerves.
A hundred feet away, Andrew turned his head to the right and saw two figures crouching on the wall not far away.
"Slow down," Andrew shouted suddenly.
The driver, nervous, turned back and asked, "What's wrong, Captain?"
A low gunshot rang out, followed by a burst of gunfire from the right wall.
A shotgun blast shattered the windshield, and Andrew felt sudden heat on his left cheek.
"Damn, we're under attack," an officer in the back seat drew his gun and shouted.
"Don't panic!" Andrew shouted, drawing his gun.
With a loud crash, the SUV lost control and slammed into the left wall. The front end crumpled, and the hood popped open.
Andrew shook his head, glancing at the driver, who was covered in blood with a nasty fracture on his forehead.
"The car... it crashed. What do we... what do we do?" The bloodied officer mumbled before convulsing violently and dying within seconds.
Two more gunshots rang out, and white smoke rose from the right door. Andrew snapped back to reality, ducked, and grabbed the walkie-talkie. "John, head towards the gunfire, we're under attack."
"I heard you, we're on our way," John shouted back.
"I'm close, Andrew, hang in there," Xavier's voice came through.
Inside the car, Andrew chambered a round and shouted, "Two o'clock, on the wall, shoot back."
The two officers in the back raised their arms and fired at the right wall.
The intense gunfire pierced the night as the police and criminals engaged in close combat.
On the wall, a large-caliber machine gun fired mercilessly at the stalled SUV. The car doors were shredded like paper under the barrage.
To avoid the bullets, Andrew crawled into the driver's seat, firing shot after shot through the shattered windshield.
Not long after, one of the attackers was hit and fell backward into the courtyard.
"Watch your ammo, don't waste it, aim carefully," Andrew said as he pushed open the driver's door, inching out while shouting, "There are only two of them on the wall."
An officer in the back responded, "I... I only have one spare magazine left."
"Suppress them to buy time. Wait for John and the others," Andrew said, pulling out his second spare magazine.
On the wall, a burly man reloading his gun spoke into his earpiece, "We wounded one, they're low on ammo."
"Finish them off," a deep voice replied over the radio.
Within five seconds, a chaotic sound of footsteps erupted from the alleys of the residential area.
Before Andrew, who had just gotten out of the car, could react, he saw some burly, disheveled men charging with machetes and shovels.
With a thud, the man on the wall jumped down, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Hit them hard and fast. Get the leader, and the big boss will throw ten grand in cash into Taytown."
"Damn it!"
Andrew, eyes red, got out of the car and shouted, "Don't count on the Taytown police anymore. The Peaceful District police from Longridge are all in on this against us."
Not far away, a dozen men charged with weapons.
Andrew fired his gun and shouted, "Get the walkie-talkie out."
On the north side of the residential area, Adam, limping out of the car, cursed with a grim face. "Samuel from Black Street District is targeting me like crazy. I can't touch him, but I can sure as hell get his nephew! Listen up, everyone, I brought half a million dollars into Taytown. I don't want anything else, just want to feel at ease when I leave District Nine. If you want money, charge in."
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