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Chapter 39 - 32 Who is the Killer?

Chapter 39: Chapter 32 Who is the Killer?

To Brian’s surprise,

Glenn hadn’t taken Shaina to some place more suitable for the two of them to be together; instead, he followed the flow of traffic and ended up at a hospital in the city.

After the two left,

Brian went in to inquire and found out

that Glenn was just accompanying Shaina for some gynecological exams.

Shaina’s condition wasn’t good.

Her long-term indulgence, drug abuse, and erratic sleeping patterns had caused her body, and uterus, to be in poor shape.

Her baby was at risk of miscarriage.

If she wanted to save this child,

it would cost a lot of money.

Shaina obviously didn’t have that kind of money.

In fact,

without quitting drugs,

the latter half of her life would be short and joyless.

Falling further into prostitution to satisfy her growing addiction

was her likely fate.

"What a pitiful woman."

Brian shook his head, losing interest in getting involved.

Kenneth’s obsession was very likely to remain unfulfilled.

...

The next day,

The warrant for Ike, a suspect in an explosion case, had been issued throughout Los Angeles County.

Ivan and Glenn had also activated their former informants.

As for that,

Brian adopted a laissez-faire attitude.

If he wanted, he could also ask his uncle for help, letting him use the Bloodbath Gang’s influence to search for Ike’s whereabouts.

But without confidence,

Brian was reluctant to make contact with his uncle again.

The case was nearly declared concluded anyway.

He wasn’t in a hurry.

As for Glenn and Shaina’s affairs,

Brian didn’t butt in.

It was their private matter after work.

It wasn’t his business.

..

A day passed.

Then two days passed.

Susan’s complexion grew increasingly worse.

She was like she was on her period, irritable with everyone, which made Brian and the others not dare to stay in the office; they simply used the name of capture as an excuse, drove the police department’s cruiser, and went out for a stroll.

In the evening,

just when Brian thought he would get through the day safely,

suddenly, the police cruiser’s radio transmitted a call from the dispatch center: "...Suspect Ike located, repeat, Apartment 332 on Sunset Boulevard, suspect located..."

"Apartment 332?"

Brian’s heart stirred.

Wasn’t that the building where Susan had gone on a killing spree a few days ago?

Mad Dog Ike was actually hiding there?

Well played.

The most dangerous place is the safest, huh?

Without hesitation, Brian sounded the siren, turned the car around, and headed in the direction of Apartment 332.

As he approached the streets of the apartment,

there were already quite a few police cars on the roadside, converging on the apartment building from all directions.

Brian even heard dense gunfire from the car.

Instinctively, he slowed down.

At that moment,

Boom~

The ground shook.

A large burst of flames lit the darkening sky red.

The police car’s radio also transmitted screams and chaotic calls for help:

"Requesting backup, requesting backup..."

"FK, they’ve got RPGs!"

"Oh God, Bob’s dead, ambulance, we’ve got injuries..."

Brian took in a sharp breath.

Damn.

RPGs now?

This was outrageous!

His hands moved quickly, executing a rapid 180-degree lateral drift, skimming past police cars rushing through, and dashed to the street behind the apartment.

Brian wasn’t scared.

This was just a tactic: block the escape, fire from the shadows, fight and retreat, advance to victory!

Brian hid the patrol car well, pinned his badge prominently on his chest, took out his handgun and the M4 that had been issued to him over the past few days, and found a corner to crouch in.

After the explosion occurred.

The sound of gunfire ahead had weakened for a moment, only to roar back to strength.

Brian’s spirits rose.

If this had been a few years earlier, Ike might have been able to suppress the police with heavy firepower.

But ever since two robbers, wearing bulletproof vests and armed with automatic submachine guns, made a mockery of hundreds of Los Angeles police officers, the well-funded LAPD’s firepower had significantly improved.

No matter how crazy Ike was.

He wouldn’t last much longer!

Brian hadn’t guessed wrong.

He had been crouched for less than five minutes.

When several ragged figures emerged from a side community of an apartment building ahead, carrying pistols and backpacks, and rushed towards a car parked on the roadside.

Brian’s eyes lit up, "Wow, is there a tunnel?"

The key was that these guys didn’t have any long guns or short guns in their hands; they probably had run out of ammunition.

It was his chance to make a difference!

He watched as they were about to disappear from his sight.

Brian couldn’t care less, he found the right angle, raised his gun, and started firing wildly.

Tat-tat-tat~

The trajectory of the M4 was stable.

Under a close-range spate of reckless shooting.

Three of the five men who had just run out fell to the ground.

The remaining one, not very tall but incredibly quick to react.

As the gun sounded.

Immediately grabbed a comrade and used him as a shield.

As soon as Brian’s gunfire paused.

He didn’t hesitate, and raised his handgun to counterattack, but his body stiffened in place.

He saw, about eight meters away at the corner of a wall, a large man in a bulletproof vest crouched sneakily, and what was crucial was that his handgun was already aimed at him.

Brian took a deep breath and said coldly, "Drop your weapon, you can bet whether I can hit you from this close range."

A glint of madness flickered across Ike’s face.

He sneered as he dropped the handgun, "Damn cop, aaah, I’ve been framed, I didn’t do the bombing!"

During his rant.

Ike’s left hand casually crept behind him.

As long as this damn cop was distracted by his words, he could turn the tables!

Seeing that his opponent had stopped.

Brian didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The bullet grazed Ike’s body and hit the ground behind him.

Before Ike could erupt in fury.

Five or six bullets followed, finally two hit their mark.

Ike’s eyes widened, seemingly puzzled by why the cop shot him even though he had dropped his weapon and hadn’t tried to run!

Thud~

A dull thump.

The body crashed heavily to the ground.

Mad Dog Ike’s curtain call.

Brian reloaded a new magazine, walked over to Ike’s body with unseeing eyes, and shrugged, "Sorry, my shooting is terrible. I told you to stop just to make aiming easier. I couldn’t let someone with a deranged mind like you live to go to prison. What if you escaped?"

When he had finished.

Brian proceeded to shoot the bodies on the ground again.

To cut the grass, one must pull out the roots!

He couldn’t face the risk of retaliation.

As Brian waited for other officers to arrive.

A strange sensation surged through him.

Following the feeling, he astonishingly found two distinctly red little balls slowly emerging above the body of the recently deceased Ike, eventually hovering over it!

Obsession!

Two of them at once!

This Ike really was a kind-hearted fellow!

Brian went from shock to delight and hurried over, crushing the two Obsession Little Balls.

As the Obsession Little Balls shattered.

Two pieces of information emerged in Brian’s mind:

One: Kill that bitch to avenge my brother!

Two: Find the bastard who framed me and kill his whole family!

Brian was stunned.

Framed?

Ike really wasn’t the bomber after all.

Then who was the real culprit?