Daniel loaded the gun a clip of bullets. When the police got out from their vehicle and approached the building, he jumped out behind the wall and delivered a headshot to one of the officer standing in front of the pack. The other three reacted to the shot and quickly got to cover, but one of them was too slowly and Daniel shot it on the leg and he went down crawling. Two more bullets and his live ended right there. Two left.
One of them called for backup to the command center and radio for nearby patrols support.
“Officer down, repeat, Officer DOWN. Request immediate backup to Archer street and Taylor Avenue in Bronx. Repeat, Archer street and Taylor Avenue, Bronx” said a deep voice in panic. “Suspect is armed and dangerous.”
“Requesting patrol officer assistance in Archer street and Taylor Avenue, please response. suspect is armed and dangerous.” said a younger voice.
Daniel heard one female officer responded to the call. He could saw the fatty and the older guy peering out from behind the pillars occasionally, sometime long enough he could make the shot.
Then they decided to try oral strategy.
“Surrender now, you have no where to go.” said the fatty.
Daniel kept his silence, and moved forward and hid behind a pillar before the duo looked up again.
He checked their location and aimed at the position where the old guy would stick his neck out. Boom, and he was gone.
The fatty returned fire but aiming at the far side of the wall, which indicated that he didn’t know where the shot was coming from and that gave Daniel another window to flank him and killed him without him noticing.
He checked their pulse. All dead.
Daniel busted out of the structure and ran on the street. People already were looking down from their windows when the first shot woke them up.
“Freeze. Drop your weapon.” said a female voice from behind.
Daniel turned around slowly and fire three consecutive shot in a blink of an eye, the officer dropped dead.
Unfortunate for him, she returned fire as well and hit him in the stomach. He dragged forward a few steps and threw the gun aside and slowly lying to the ground.
A man jogged past the street corner with his earphone set to a very loud volume and did not hear the gun being fired. He saw Daniel lying on the ground and rushed toward him, thought of helping him. When Daniel pointed his hand to the weapon lying on the ground not so far away with all his remaining energy, the man picked it up for him.
Right at this time, a police cruiser sped down the street and came to a sudden stop, two officers stepped out of the car and raised their weapon directly at the man.
He panicked and raised his hand with the gun in his hand, the officers didn’t perceive this as a surrender and innocent citizen but a cunning murderer seeking a way to escape from the authorities. They did not hesitated for a moment and each fired once as he raised his hand. Just because he is black, just like the one that was dead on the ground.
The man hit the ground hard and two men’s blood merged into a big pool.
The man had a name, his name is Jonathan Franklin Kellein, JFK. Maybe his parent thought giving him a name like this was something, but hell, neither one of the JFK lived and died of natural causes.
The police and news recognized him as a cold blooded murderer working together with Daniel Watson, but the people living in the hood respected both of them as the Urban Legend.
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