Chapter 30: Code K (1/2)

The car was parked in the corner of a busy street outside a gold shop with a thriving business.

I'm Jack, a civil police.

I don't arrest criminals.

Well, not  ordinary criminals, at least.

Ever since I've received a tip-off, I've been waiting here for three days but no suspicious target has been here yet.

I looked at my watch, noting that I could manage to take five minutes out to get some breakfast at the restaurant nearby.

I woke my 200kg, thunderously snoring, a.s.sistant slash driver up. ”Keep watch for a while, Fatty. I'll get breakfast. Call me if there's any development.”

Fatty rubbed his belly, smiling. ”Get me 3 buns, a breadstick, and salted soy milk.”

I got out of the car.

I jogged to the restaurant and sighed upon noticing the long line.

Five minutes pa.s.sed in the blink of an eye.

My phone rang. Frustrated, I answered it.

”Come back quick, the targets' are on the move. One has entered the gold shop. Many hostages,” Fatty informed me.

”What cla.s.s?” I questioned.

If it wasn't urgent, I could still get some food.

”Cla.s.s B. I see a flamethrower. Sniper's in position,” Fatty continued.

”B? Okay. Wait for me, I'm almost done.”

”Nn.. no, no. Can't wait. It's ur..urgent here!” Fatty stammered.

His old habit of stuttering always came back whenever he was nervous.

I left the queue and sprinted toward the gold shop.

With barely any pause, I retrieved a shotgun from my waist belt.

I deactivated the lock and inserted the bullets one by one.

Kachak! All eight bullets have been loaded with one hand.

I used the other hand to put on my Bluetooth device.

”Viper calling for headquarters,” I stated.

”Headquarters over, please speak, Viper.”

”Where's the sniper?”

”A building 400 meters away. Target area: second to the fourth window of the gold shop. Six o'clock from the shop. Able to take action.”

”Viper received.” I inhaled a sharp intake of breath.

Am I supposed to trick the deviant over to that spot?

Were these leaders' brains filled with s.h.i.+t?

I kicked my way into the shop, busting the door.

I raised my shotgun and aimed.

”Police! Everyone, raise your hands,” I ordered.

I aimed the gun at the only man standing.

Needless to think, he must be the flamethrower.

Just as I was about to pull the trigger, it was smacked away from my hand and a force tackled me to the ground.

Invisible man?

”Good one, Hannah. Keep him down and kill him if he makes any move,” the flamethrower smiled as he filled his bag with more gold jewelry.

d.a.m.n it.

I could feel something sharp against my neck but I couldn't see anything from this angle.

I could only feel that it was a knife or dagger-like object. There was at least an invisible man and flamethrower in the shop.

I cursed in a low voice, ”You r.e.t.a.r.ds. Don't you know what you're doing? How could you forget about switching the thermal imaging on?”

”What?” A woman's voice sounded beside my ear.

Oh, an invisible woman.

”You have a beautiful voice, lady.” I smiled bitterly.

”Yeah? You'd better behave or my voice would be the last thing you'll hear,” she whispered.

In their perfect late fas.h.i.+on, a report came in from my Bluetooth device. ”Headquarters, over. Sniper's turned on thermal imaging. New report: Two deviants spotted. Invisible man and flamethrower. Danger index: Cla.s.s A.”

”What's that voice in your ear?” the woman questioned before taking my receiver down.

I then saw my Bluetooth device floating in mid-air.

She must've put it on but I couldn't be sure because she was leaning too close.

I didn't dare to move recklessly as I could already feel something trickling down my neck.

I was pretty sure it was blood.

”Is this the police's channel?” the woman asked.

My face turned pale.

I couldn't locate my shotgun.

”Hannah, last drawer. 50 more seconds and we'll leave. Get rid of him,” the flamethrower instructed.

”Wait, wait, wait. I have a last wish,” I stalled.