Chapter 8 Don't Think About Lecturing Me
After the explosion.
Alexander fell to the ground and shook his head. With a mouthful of alcohol, he asked Andrew, "Are you okay?"
"Thanks to David and the others showing up. Otherwise, we'd be finished. David and his crew are real tough guys," Andrew said, still wiping sweat from his forehead.
Seeing that Andrew was fine, Alexander immediately pushed him aside, turned his head to scan the surroundings, and then shouted in a low voice to a colleague not far away, "Give me the gun."
The other person, hiding behind a wooden table, glanced at Alexander with a terrified look, seemingly a bit dazed.
"Give me the gun!" Alexander growled again.
The colleague snapped back to reality. Without thinking, one slid the gun across the floor towards Alexander, then continued to crouch behind the table.
The gun was an a2911 model based on the m1911 design. Albeit it was modified to hold more rounds, up to nine, it was a standard issue for frontline police. Alexander had never used this type of gun before, having only seen it in magazines. But the structure and feel of firearms are universal. He quickly checked the magazine and re-cocked the gun in one smooth, efficient motion.
With the gun in hand, Alexander crouched and stood up. Taking two steps to the side to change his angle, he used his left arm as a gun rest and decisively pulled the trigger with one hand.
Three shots rang out, and the back of the head of the middle-aged man who had thrown the grenade earlier exploded, causing him to fall to the ground instantly.
Alexander chose to kill rather than injure. Because the other side was fully armed and ruthless. Showing mercy could mean more casualties.
After firing three shots, Alexander didn't even look around. He bent down immediately.
A volley of bullets flew over, sending wall debris flying.
Alexander, using the sound to locate, crouched and leaned forward, firing two shots toward the outside, but the bullets missed. The two killers reacted quickly, one providing cover while the other kicked open a window and escaped.
They didn't use the door because they didn't know if there were more police outside, but escaping through the window had an element of surprise.
Seeing the two escape, Alexander didn't pursue but instead ran up the stairs to the second floor.
In the hall, David was sitting on the ground, clutching his butt, staring in shock at Alexander, who had just killed without blinking, looking a bit dazed.
Andrew got up in a panic and shouted to David and the others, "Chase them. Help Alexander. He's alone."
David glared at him, furious. He felt his bad luck was related to Andrew. Nothing good ever happened around Andrew.
On the Second floor.
Alexander ran to the back door, looked down through the window, and saw the short middle-aged man dragging the girl across the street into an old alleyway.
After some consideration, Alexander gritted his teeth and cursed, "There's only one left. I can handle this!"
Alexander opened the window. Bracing against the cold wind, he jumped out.
Upon landing, Alexander sprinted with the speed his physique allowed, crossing the street in under three seconds. After positioning himself at the alley entrance, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Two shots rang out.
The short middle-aged man, hearing the gunshots, immediately pulled the girl to hide behind the alley wall, standing in the shadows with a frown.
"Are you from the anarchic district?" Alexander shouted.
The short, middle-aged man checked his gun and replied, "Yeah. The streets out there are starving. I came into the city to get some food. When did you start watching us?"
"We just happened to run into you," Alexander replied honestly.
"Can you let me go? I have money in my bag. You can take it." the short middle-aged man licked his lips.
Alexander blinked. "I know the streets are cold, but I'm a cop and can't just let you go. I don't need the money. Just leave the girl."
The short middle-aged man hesitated. "I have valuable things in my pocket. I'll leave them to you and take the girl."
"No," Alexander refused decisively.
"Alright, I'll leave the girl." the short middle-aged man hesitated, then pushed the girl forward. "You walk ahead, slowly at first, then faster after three seconds. If you don't listen, I'll shoot you."
Alexander licked his lips and peeked into the alley, "Come here."
The girl hesitated for a moment, then started walking forward while the footsteps in the alley became chaotic.
After three seconds, the girl quickened her pace.
Alexander hesitated briefly, then stepped into the alley, waving and shouting, "Hurry up!"
The girl looked up at Alexander, her eyes anxious. "He didn't leave."
At that moment, the short middle-aged man stepped out of the shadows, raising his gun towards the alley entrance.
Rapid gunfire erupted in the night, and the girl screamed, covering her head and crouching down.
A second later, there was a thud in the alley, and the short middle-aged man fell.
Alexander stood in front of the girl, cautiously avoiding walking further in, and instead raised his arm. She fired two more shots into the bandit's head without hesitation.
The girl continued to scream, covering her ears.
Alexander ignored her and walked over to the short middle-aged man. Then he kicked his head with his foot, looked at the graze on his shoulder, and sighed in relief, cursing.
"Is he dead?" A familiar voice came from the alley entrance.
Alexander turned to David, clutching his butt, standing under the dim light. "Where's Andrew and the others?"
"They're still chasing. The gunfire confused them, and they went to the left," David said, panting, "Did you kill the bandit?"
Alexander blinked and walked over to David. Looking around, Alexander suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into the alley.
"What are you doing?" David was confused.
"Did you need to talk to me?" Alexander asked, expressionless.
David froze, remembering he had come to the restaurant to deal with Alexander.
"You wanted to talk earlier. What was it about? Tell me here," Alexander asked, squinting his eyes.
"What do you mean?" David asked.
Alexander raised his gun to David's head. "Have you ever been to the anarchic district?! Even military food trucks have to stop and pray there. I've been through countless hardships to get here, and do you still want to mess with me?"
David was stunned.
A gunshot rang out, soul-shattering.
Seconds later, David fell to the ground, eyes wide open.
Alexander threw the gun onto David. "From now on, we handle dangerous jobs together. Don't mess with me, or next time, who knows where the gun will point when I'm scared."
With that, Alexander walked over to the girl, asking, "What happened to you?"
An hour and a half later, at the police department's hospital.
David lay on the operating table, answering a call, "William."
"Where are you?" William asked coldly.
"I'm at the hospital," David answered.
"You ran into bandits at the restaurant?" William asked again.
"Yeah," David replied, spitting as he spoke, "We were patrolling normally and ran into some bandits from outside the area at the restaurant. I immediately knew something was wrong and went to inspect them, but they pulled out guns. We killed the main and accomplice on the spot, but two got away. But it's okay. The district has ordered a manhunt. William, I heard from the department that the main guy was a big-time criminal with many cases and had been on the system for four years... Aren't we awesome? Not only did we run into them, but we also killed him, solving a major case. William, you have to put in a good word with Mr. Charles for me. This major criminal is hard to catch. I've been a second-level sergeant for two years. It's time for a promotion. And our team took down the case. It'll be the pride for the department!"
William cursed.
"Why are you cursing, William?" David was bewildered.
"I really want to shoot you..." William added.
David was confused.
"The ringleader is named Joseph Wilson. He's a guy my brother brought in, and you disrupted his plan." William cursed through gritted teeth. "You're useless!"
"Wait, William... Listen to me..." David stammered, realizing his mistake. "I misspoke... The truth is that I went to beat up Alexander, but then I ran into Andrew who said there was a case..."
William had already hung up.
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