Chapter 16 - M.D.B 16: The Injury Reports (2/2)

Saint was politely sent out of the nest. At this time, he could finally relieve himself. His hidden panic showed as his forehead was covered in sweat, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

”Getting into the Hatchet Gang's nest is no joke!”

Saint had already expected that he would have to face armed men as he went into the nest. However, a dozen semi-automatic rifles made him feel more threat than he had ever expected. If he was to slip up one bit, he would've left the place in a bag!

”That was too closed!” Saint calmed himself up again embarked on the road to go home: ”It is finally over!”

Little did Saint know that this was only the beginning…

As he got into a cab, the NYPD policy chief office, George Stacy (T/N: Gwen Stacy's dad), looked at the horrifying report of the four injuries on his desk, tapping upon it with his finger. After giving the matter some though, he said to the detective in charge of the case: ”Gather all the information concerning this case and report it to the FBI.”

”FBI?” the detective exclaimed, and reluctantly answered him: ”This case involved the directors of Rand Enterprises. If we go too deep, it would upset the Commissioner…”

George frowned and said righteously: ”Rand Enterprises reducing their donations is something for the Commissioner to consider. Our duty is to protect the people, so do your job, detective.”

”Yes, sir!”

After watching the detective leave, George sighed and said helplessly: ”What in the world is happening to New York? These guys are popping out one after the other! It's like Super Power are on sale!”

He picked up the reports again, and as if talking to the one behind the injuries he said: ”If you're like that Jessica Jones or Luke Cage, I might let this go. However, if you dare to become a maniac like that Punisher guy, you'll be like any other criminal!”

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Oblivious to this, Saint walked down from his taxi and looked at the freshly installed glass store door, and couldn't help but feel good.

As he walked in, he saw Lorna greeting him: ”Boss, you're back!”

”Yes!” He said in a low voice, as he carefully looked at the door, finding that all the floor-to-ceiling window on its sides were also changed, ”Lorna, how come all the other glass is also changed?”

Lorna showed a surprised face: ”Like the store door, they were replaced with buller-proof glass. Isn't that what you asked them to do?”