Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1023 - 991: The Battle of the Blockade (Part 2)

Chapter 991: Battle of the Blockade (2)

Standing outside the alert line, Moro gazed ahead, his eyes focused on the direction where the cripple fell earlier. "Send two more guys over, something’s not right."

The police officer pinned under the cripple twitched his legs and then didn’t react anymore. "Hey, pay for my drink!" The cripple swung away the cop who tried to grab him and started pounding the man on the ground; his fists fell like hitting cotton, bouncing up.

"Stop! Stop, or I’ll shoot!" The cop at the side dropped his baton and drew his gun at the seemingly crazed cripple. The bullet grazed past his head, causing the cripple to pause. He blinked his murky eyes, staring at the shooter.

Releasing the man underneath him, the cripple stamped forward on one leg, rushing to the officer with the gun. Before Moro could issue any order, the standing cop was sent flying against the wall, slumping to the ground. Everything happened too fast; two officers were down, and their fate seemed grim.

Moro arrived at the front of the alert line, canceling the order to send more men out. He observed the cripple’s movements silently. After knocking away the second officer, the cripple stood there, dumbfounded, as if he didn’t understand his actions.

Suddenly, the cripple took two steps forward, and a bullet hit the ground near him. "Sin City residents, take one more step and we’ll shoot," Moro shouted through a megaphone. "Stay where you are, hands up and over your head."

The cripple indeed raised his hands in surrender. Several officers approached him with AKs. Two headed to their fellow officers by the wall, while the remaining three cautiously approached the cripple labeled a terrorist. "Put your hands over your head, stand against the wall."

"Rock is dead!" An officer checked the breath of the downed man and found none.

"Oh damn!" Upon hearing the result, the officer holding the gun reversed the grip and slammed the butt into the cripple’s head, kicking him in the leg he limped on. The cripple collapsed sideways, unable to resist the beating.

"Cuff him and throw him in the car for a good lesson, this murderer." Someone shouted, and others laughed eerily, hitting harder.

"Sith is dead too." Another officer checked the body at the wall and dragged it over. "This guy killed them."

"Damn!" The apparent leader showed the handcuffs, flipped the cripple’s hands behind him, and cuffed him. He dragged him inside the alert line.

"Chief, Sith and Rock are dead."

"Lock this cripple in the car and take him back to the station," Moro said, not sparing the cripple a glance. He spat fiercely onto the ground, noticing the faint light breach in Sin City. "If anyone comes out from the inside, watch them closely. If they step over the alert line, kill them without mercy. Damn it, I don’t believe these bastards aren’t afraid to die."

Two people died before any commotion started, Moro cursed under his breath. He wanted to meet Sin City’s boss now. Most of the gang had been wiped out; he snorted and delegated command to his deputy, heading toward the prisoner transport. A cripple could take down two of his men in an instant; coincidence or not, this person lured the Sin City Lord.

The cripple was tossed onto the transport and cuffed to a seat, writhing uncomfortably with his back against the stiff bar. A foot struck his stomach harshly, causing him to arch like a dead fish, coughing repeatedly.

"Enough, you all return to your posts, leave two outside to guard," Moro frowned; he disliked these unofficial punishments.

"Yes!"

Moro and the cripple remained in the transport. Moro found a spot to sit, ignoring the curled-up man. "You kill two of ours; I can ensure you spend your life in prison. That place with people like you won’t let you survive three months." Seeing no reaction from the cripple, Moro kicked his foot. "But I feel sorry for you; let’s make a trade, shall we?"

Upon hearing about a trade, the cripple moved. "For alcohol?"

"Hahaha!" Moro laughed heartily, like he saw through the cripple, just a drunkard. "If you cooperate, you can buy all the alcohol you want and not go to jail."

"Really? No jail time? I just killed two cops!" The cripple struggled.

"Yes, indeed, if you cooperate with me, you won’t go to jail, and you’ll also get a substantial reward. Agree?" Moro stroked his lips, his finger tapping his nose; the man’s stench was unbearable; he didn’t want to stay in the transport a minute longer.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hehe!" Moro chuckled dryly twice. "Sin City Lord is inside, right? Bring him here, and I’ll free you." The cripple suddenly screamed strangely, looking terrifying, muttering under his breath. Moro, annoyed by his demeanor, ruffled his hair, delivered a punch to the cripple. "Think carefully; it’s your last chance, or I’ll send you to prison now." Saying so, Moro jumped out of the transport. "Watch him; don’t let him run."

At the alert line, suddenly several women and children emerged, huddling close together, staring quietly at the officers. "What’s happening?" Moro saw this upon exiting the transport; he never imagined facing such a crowd.

"Chief, what do we do?" The deputy at the front looked at Moro, embarrassed; he felt this was child’s play, mobilizing the entire department to suppress these people? He looked at the chief, awaiting his decision.

"As long as they don’t move, we do nothing."

"Chief, can we withdraw? How long must we wait?" The deputy frowned; he felt the chief was acting strange lately.

"Wait a little longer!"

"Chief, there are rumors among the brothers; you can’t disregard their thoughts. Why are we doing this?"

Moro glanced at the situation, his fingers rubbing the button in his pocket. The hunt was already over; many gang leaders captured at the estate, and Sin City remained dormant. After hesitating, he issued the withdrawal order.

In truth, even if the women charged, he couldn’t order their slaughter; doing so would be massacring. "Take the murderer back to the station."

"Yes!" Receiving the chief’s order, the deputy followed through. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets—your support is my greatest motivation.)