Chapter 219 Blood Spills in the Residential Area
On the village road, about twenty armed folks heard gunshots but didn't even flinch. They just charged forward, roaring like mad.
These villagers had it rough, living in conditions similar to those in unplanned areas. They were from District Nine, with sensitive ethnic backgrounds, unable to snag city jobs and stuck with low-paying gigs. They relied on monthly food handouts from relief agencies to scrape by.
Adam's flashy spending made them willing to risk it all. Plus, Andrew only had three people with limited ammo. The villagers figured they could dodge the bullets.
Andrew took down three or four people, but his pistol ran out of ammo, and he couldn't hold them back anymore.
Suddenly, three armed figures rushed at him. Andrew stepped back, his back against the car door, and instinctively reached out.
A knife slashed his right arm, but he didn't feel the pain, just a chill. He grabbed someone's clothes and yanked them back.
The person crashed into Andrew's chest.
Andrew held on tight and ducked.
A machete and a shovel hit the car door frame, sparking.
Andrew headbutted the person's chin in front of him.
With a thud, blood spurted from the person's nose, and they leaned back.
Andrew grabbed their neck, ready to punch, but realized it was a woman.
She looked about thirty-six, with short hair, a sallow complexion, and fierce eyes. You wouldn't know she was a woman unless you looked closely.
Andrew hesitated, but she didn't. Too close to swing her knife, she lunged and bit Andrew's ear.
"Shit!" Andrew's face twisted in pain. He kneed her in the abdomen.
She bent over in pain, and Andrew punched her in the head.
She fell back, dazed, crawling on the ground.
As Andrew bent over, he got slashed twice on the back. He gritted his teeth, stood up, and reached out with his left hand.
A shovel hit his left arm, cracking it with excruciating pain.
"Fuck!"
Andrew staggered, kicked the shovel-wielder in the stomach, and grabbed their arm with his right hand.
He pulled, and they both fell to the ground.
In the gap beside the car, the others saw Andrew and their comrade rolling together, leaving no room to strike.
After getting stabbed multiple times, Andrew lost it. He wrapped his left arm around the guy's neck and gouged at his eyes with his right hand.
The guy screamed and dropped the shovel.
Covered in blood, Andrew grabbed the shovel. Before fully standing, he swung it backward into the crowd, scattering them.
Andrew, bleeding from his forehead, charged forward with the shovel.
The mob surrounded the car, shouting, "Kneel down!" and "Drop your stuff, or we'll kill you!"
Ignoring them, Andrew jumped up, swinging the shovel, and yelled, "Kneel? I'll never kneel! Fuck you!"
He slashed a burly guy's back, cutting deep.
The crowd scattered again.
Andrew swung the shovel wildly, driving them back, and reached for a colleague on the ground.
The officer, covered in blood and unconscious, didn't respond. Andrew tried pulling him but got no reaction.
He then reached for another colleague, who stood up dazed, holding an empty gun and shouting, "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill you!"
"Radio... radio!" Andrew reminded.
"Kill him!" someone shouted.
The mob charged again.
"Call for John, now!" Andrew yelled, swinging the shovel and spinning around.
A gunshot rang out, and the crowd went silent.
Andrew looked down to see smoke coming from his bulletproof vest, with blood oozing from small holes. The vest had been pierced.
A guy in the crowd, reloading his gun, shouted, "Come on, try me! See if I won't shoot you dead!"
Andrew stepped back, feeling drained.
"Get him!" the armed guy yelled.
The mob surged forward.
Andrew gritted his teeth, ready to swing the shovel again, when he heard car engines behind him.
Gunfire erupted, and an off-road vehicle crashed through. Xavier leaned out, shouting, "Andrew! Move back!"
Seeing the car, the mob retreated.
The car stopped, and Xavier, sweating, shouted, "Back off, or we'll shoot you dead!"
"Back off!" echoed three other officers.
John's car arrived from the main road. He shouted into the radio, "Don't get entangled, grab Andrew and run!"
On the north side of the village, Milton led a group, striding forward.
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