The gang leader ran out and jumped into a police car, driving away. Mike quickly picked up several guns from the dead gang members he had killed and dashed out. The truck he had parked was still there. He grabbed something large from a bag and climbed into the truck, following the gang leader intensely.
A gang member picked up a phone and spoke, "The rat is a monster."
"Don't worry. We've dealt with monsters before..."
"No. This one's different!" the gang leader said, panicking. The police officers trying to stop him were shot dead, some injured, and police cars were taken down. More police officers joined the pursuit, but Mike saw no importance in them as they were being killed. He shot out their car wheels, bringing the chase to a halt.
In the police station, all the officers were on high alert. The previous conman, who had sent the gang to kill Mike, was also a police officer. The captain saw him and asked, "What brings you here? You retired!"
"Yes, but I'm still a soldier. What's up?"
"Let's find out who's being followed and who's following."
"No need; it's all over the news."
On the TV; A gang member was chasing a police car, and it seemed the police didn't want any support, shooting at other police cars...
"Then that's not the police. A police officer can't shoot others like that," the captain interrupted.
"No, the report is accurate. That happens when police get mad. He thinks everyone's a gang..."
"How's..."
"And that's how it's supposed to happen..."
"I don't agree..."
Arguments escalated, but the conman, being the elder, spoke up. "Whatever is happening is causing panic across the country and could lead to more loss of life. Let's not just talk; let's check who they are..."
"But how can we..." one officer protested.
"Stop, lads. Let's take action," the captain ordered. "Let's file a report to the military for assistance."
The conman went to the washroom and quickly made a call. "Do you hear me?"
"Yes, I do."
"Make sure you reach the bridge. We'll send a military helicopter to pick you up there."
"Roger that."
This pursuit was unprecedented; drivers weren't relying on skills but on survival. The small size of the police car gave the gang leader an advantage. The narrow streets and potholes were nothing to them. Many people fled to avoid being hit, while others watched as if it were a dangerous stunt show. The gang leader occasionally took shortcuts through alleyways while Mike circled around buildings, refusing to retreat. The car collided with poles, potholes, and other vehicles but kept moving until they reached the highway. Speeds were beyond limits, and one mistake could mean disaster. Overtakes seemed planned on the busy road. A sign indicated 2 kilometers to the bridge.
Suddenly, the truck showed a low fuel level and gradually came to a stop. The thug had a chance to escape. "Shit!" Mike exclaimed. He drew a pistol and fired at the car, missing until he ran out of bullets. Frustrated, he slammed the pistol down on the steering wheel and stared at the car speeding toward the bridge, military helicopters approaching.
Then, the car lost control. It had been hit in the tires, and oil was leaking. There was a huge explosion, but to Mike, it felt like relief.
The military choppers filled the sky, searching for him. One of the choppers descended toward the bridge, where the gang leader lay severely burned. The others approached Mike's truck, only to find a dead body he had previously stuffed in a bag.
"It's a corpse!" they exclaimed over the radio.
Mike, seated in a car far behind, remained hidden as all the vehicles came to a standstill due to the traffic caused by the accident.
"He's dead!"
"Bring it to the mortuary for investigation," the commander ordered over the phone.
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
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Meanwhile, the conman rushed to the washroom, a mix of fear and rage coursing through him. "Hahaha! I thought you could be a great entrepreneur," he muttered to himself, staring into the mirror. He chuckled darkly, "I'm sorry I faked you and gave you a toy, hahahaha!"
He laughed intentionally, his voice echoing in the small space. "Now, loss of lives. Loss of everything..." He emphasized each word, as if envisioning the deaths around him. "But a rat can only nibble at my grain for so long. When I buy a cat... Hahahaha... that cat will be ready to take your life for its own benefit. The little knowledge you have is to dig small holes and hide... Mike, I will kill you."
He spoke to the mirror as if Mike were standing right in front of him, alternating between animated gestures and eerie stillness. Yet, beneath his bravado, he appeared frightened. His monologue was interrupted when a police officer entered.
"Sir, we investigated the body, and it doesn't match the description. It's not Mike. What can we do now?"
"Let me execute my plan," he replied, determination creeping into his voice.
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