KABOOM!
An explosion came from behind the car. The powerful shockwave forced Schmidt to turn the steering wheel to prevent the car from flipping over. Bang! Bang!
Schmidt stopped the car and turned around to look.
The car that the old couple was in had turned into a ball of fire.
As for the people in the car …
There was no way they could have survived.
Schmidt was stunned in the driver's seat. Unconsciously, he looked at Louver in the backseat.
Louver was stunned by the sudden scene. The young man looked at the scene in front of him blankly. Then, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"No!"
With a roar, Louver opened the door and dashed out.
Schmidt instinctively wanted to stop Kieran, but before he could react, Kieran had already picked him up and ran to the side.
Dak Dak Dak!
Three gunmen came out from the corner of the street. They were armed with submachine guns and fired at the car that Kieran and the others were in.
The continuous gunshots forced Schmidt to swallow his questions.
Still, it didn't mean that Schmidt would not do anything.
Schmidt followed Kieran's lead and rolled into the green patch beside the flower pond before he started his counterattack.
Bang! Bang!
The continuous firing of the pistol caused the gunshots on the opposite side to stop.
One of the gunmen fell to the ground, but the other two fired back even more fiercely.
Schmidt couldn't even lift his head.
"F * ck!
I'll apply for heavy firepower again! "
Schmidt felt the bullets above his head hitting the garden and the tiles flying everywhere. He looked at Kieran, who looked calm. His heart felt strange, but he quickly cursed out loud because of Kieran's attack.
However, the next moment, the ferocious gunshots suddenly stopped.
Schmidt rolled to the side of the garden and was ready to return fire, but he was shocked by the scene before him.
The other two gunmen fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
Both gunmen's arms were cut off, including the one Schmidt had shot earlier. Their legs were falling off as well.
This was just the beginning.
Anyone who saw Louver's face, which was filled with rage and was almost twisted, would not think the young man would stop so easily.
No one knew when the shining long saber had appeared in the young man's hand. Then, as if it had come to life, it flew up and down in the young man's hands.
Every time the cold light cut through the night sky, there would be a wail.
However, this did not quell the young man's anger at all.
Because the young man's heart was filled with despair!
To Roark, who was determined to go home, His parents were the only hope that kept him going all the way.
Now, that hope was completely shattered …
Only despair was left!
Despair often brought about … destruction!
If he didn't destroy others, then he would destroy himself.
Or maybe it was a combination of both!
"Stop! Rock, stop! "
Schmidt's instincts as a police officer brought him back to his senses and shouted loudly, subconsciously raising the gun in his hand.
However, Rock turned a deaf ear to him and became even more excited.
Puff!
A cold light flashed, and one of the three gunmen was decapitated.
Bang!
Schmidt fired a warning shot and aimed the gun at Rock.
His attitude was self-explanatory.
Rock raised his head and looked at the muzzle of Schmidt's gun. Then, he raised the long saber in his hand.
Schmidt slightly moved the gun and aimed at Rock's arm.
He would not take Rock's life, of course.
At the same time, he did not want the other two gunmen to die.
It was not out of pity.
He just wanted to get the information he wanted from these two bastards.
Anyone could see that the three bastards in front of them were merely hired.
"I advise you not to shoot!
"Because, if you shoot, Louver will definitely hit the muzzle of the gun himself! He has the ability and determination to do so!
He wants to die! "
Kieran could clearly see the despair on Rock's face.
He had been in despair before, so he was all too familiar with the look on Rock's face.
At the same time, he also knew what a despairing person would do.
Kieran waved his hand at Schmidt. Kieran walked towards Rock.
"Stop! Stop!"
Rock pointed his saber at Kieran.
"Rock, if you want to die now, that's your right. No one can stop you, but … Are you willing to die like this?
"They're just scapegoats that were pushed onto the stage!"
"They aren't the real masterminds behind the scenes!"
"Are you willing to let the mastermind get away with it?"
"Stay alive. Find that bastard and kill him! "
Kieran did not stop like Rock had told him to.
Quite the contrary, he hastened his steps, and as he quickened his steps, he spoke even faster.
By the time he finished his sentence, Kieran had already appeared beside Louver, his eyes staring straight at him.
This time, Rock did not lower his head or hide his body.
Rock held the saber in his hand. He looked like a completely different person.
His face was a little thin and pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. His hair was long and messy, but his eyes were sharp like the saber in his hand.
"Kill him! Kill him! "
Louver murmured softly.
The saber that was pointed at Kieran had fallen to the ground.
Kieran saw Rock's expression change as he muttered. He knew the seed of hatred had sprouted in the name of living.
But what kind of fruit would it bear?
No one knew.
Schmidt walked over, wanting to refute Kieran's words.
In the end, nothing came out of his mouth.
He started contacting the paramedics and his colleagues.
Kieran frowned at the gunman, who had escaped death but was still wailing in agony.
The three gunmen must have been lying in ambush.
Otherwise, the malicious gazes of the three gunmen would not have escaped Kieran's Intuition.
The explosion of Rock's parents' car had also been arranged beforehand.
A ticking time bomb could have easily done such a thing.
As for why?
Kill them all!
Furthermore, Rock must have known something extremely important to be able to make a group of people commit such a murderous act.
Judging from that, Muntle must have been more than just a taxi driver and a kidnapper. He must have had an even more secretive identity, and this identity must have had a corresponding organization.
This organization must have received the news of Muntle's death. They had made their move in order to eliminate any potential threats.
That was the only way to explain the sudden attack.
Kieran took a glance at Rock. Louver, who was still mumbling in a low voice, seemed to have sunk into hysteria, but his mind started to spin rapidly.
"Rock, can you tell me what happened to you?"
Kieran tried his best to speak in a gentle tone.
Rock acted as if he did not hear Kieran. He was still standing there, mumbling to himself.
Louver's condition made Kieran have a bad feeling about it.
He reached out his hand. Rock did not even blink as his hand moved back and forth in front of his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Kieran's action caught Schmidt's attention.
"We're in big trouble!"
Kieran pointed at Louver, who had an unusual expression on his face.
"What … What is this?"
Schmidt looked at Louver and tried to communicate with him, but the result made his face turn pale. He looked up at Kieran.
"My guess is just as you've guessed!"
But we'll need a professional to check on him.
When will the ambulance arrive?
If it's possible, ask them to send a psychiatrist! "
Kieran said.
"Okay!"
Schmidt nodded and made another phone call.
...
Schmidt's office at the station.
Kieran and Schmidt were sitting side by side on the sofa. The TV screen was replaying the scene of the Heart Taker's death.
It was the third time.
"What did you see?"
Schmidt pressed the remote control, and the image on the screen temporarily froze.
"Let's check the body!"
Kieran did not answer right away, even though he had a general idea.
Kieran's habitual vigilance prevented him from revealing the final answer if he wasn't 90% sure of it.
"Let's go!"
Schmidt stood up and walked out in a hurry.
However, as soon as he opened the door, he heard noises coming from the interrogation room.
Bang!
A police officer who was sent flying not only crashed into the door of the interrogation room, but he also crushed another police officer under the door.
"Kill him!
Kill him! "
Louver, who was muttering to himself, dashed out of the interrogation room when the psychiatrist screamed. His body flashed and appeared beside Kieran at a speed no one could capture.
However, he did not make any move to attack. He just stood beside Kieran and kept muttering to himself.
Schmidt, who had already reached for the handle of his gun, relaxed.
However, in the next moment, a sharp scream made Schmidt's relaxed heart tense up again.
"Help! Someone come quickly! "
Oh my God! Why would a patient like this appear outside?
Restraints and a large dose of tranquilizer! "
The psychiatrist dashed out of the interrogation room. He was screaming non-stop.
"Shut up!
I'm sorry, doctor! It's my bad temper!
But I think I've told you before that Louver is a special case. You need to treat him with the best and most gentle way possible. Help him with the identification, not shout that you need restraints and tranquilizers! "
Schmidt shouted at the psychiatrist and said in a serious tone.
"But …"
"No buts! I think I need a better psychiatrist!"
The psychiatrist wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by the irritated Schmidt.
It had been a bad day for Schmidt.
The culprit had died in the station without a sound.
On his way back to the station, he had been ambushed by a gunman.
Now, he had to deal with an unreliable psychiatrist. If it had not gone against his morals, Schmidt would have pulled out his gun, pointed it at the psychiatrist, and told him to scram.
Seeing the psychiatrist leave in a rage, Schmidt knew he would get a complaint.
But … Who cared?
It wasn't the first time.
Schmidt turned around and wanted to call Kieran to continue to the morgue.
But what did he see?
Louver, who had been acting like an idiot ever since the incident, was pointing at the surveillance footage and whispering something to Kieran.
PS: Second update ~
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