Chapter 170: A Fight to the Death
Skinny was torn inside.
He had considered surrendering, putting down his weapon, and giving himself up.
But the moment he thought about what “the family” did to traitors, a chill ran down his spine.
This was a lawful society, and the police were just civil servants enforcing the law. For someone like him, going to jail might not even be the worst outcome.
If prison could help him escape the dark world he was trapped in, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
So, getting caught wasn’t scary. Going to jail wasn’t scary either.
What was terrifying was the inhumane torment “the family” would inflict.
Just thinking about how the family punished traitors made the young man tremble in fear.
Even in prison…
A traitor could never escape the family’s punishment.
They would send people, brainwashed with drugs, to infiltrate his prison and administer the family’s justice.
“If I die, then at least the family won’t go after Er Ya.”
In the end, the rebellious young man abandoned the idea of surrendering. He decided to escape his fate in the only way left to him—through death.
He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
Hearing the noise coming from the wardrobe, the SWAT captain narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“What’s going on?”
“Is he really surrendering?”
The SWAT captain remained alert.
His gun was still aimed directly at the wardrobe.
If there was any movement, he wouldn’t hesitate to fire and eliminate the suspect.
“Don’t shoot! I surrender!”
The young man’s voice came from behind the wardrobe door.
But his mind was made up.
He would wait for the police to drop their guard—and then take a few of them down with him.
If he was going to die, he wouldn’t go alone.
Hearing the suspect’s words, the SWAT team hesitated and instinctively looked at their captain.
The captain frowned.
“Is he really giving up?”
He made a hand signal, instructing his team not to shoot but to stay alert.
With a glance at the shield-bearing officer, the captain signaled him to take charge.
“Slowly open the wardrobe door, throw out your weapon, then put your hands on your head and squat inside. Don’t move!”
The shield officer relayed the order.
“Okay, okay! Don’t shoot!”
“I’ll open the door now and throw out my weapon.”
The voice from inside the wardrobe was loud and clear.
Then, with a creak, the wardrobe door opened slightly. A hand reached out, holding a pistol. The gun was carefully placed on the ground outside.
“I threw out my weapon! Don’t shoot!”
Skinny’s voice was filled with urgency.
But inside the wardrobe, his other hand was gripping a second gun—its barrel aimed at the door.
His finger rested firmly on the trigger.
A sinister grin curled on his lips, his eyes gleaming with the madness of a man embracing death.
“If I take one down, it’s fair. If I take two, I’m ahead.”
Watching the gun slide out of the wardrobe, the shield officer exhaled in relief and stepped forward. He nudged the pistol aside with his foot and reached for the wardrobe handle.
Seeing this, the other SWAT officers also relaxed slightly.
Their eyes stayed fixed on the shield officer’s actions, but their gun barrels dipped ever so slightly.
Standing directly in front of the wardrobe, the shield officer was almost in line with the door. If they fired now, they risked hitting him instead of the suspect.
Only the SWAT captain, positioned at an angle, had a clear shot.
The captain took note of this and nodded slightly—if anything happened, he would fire.
“I’m squatting. I won’t move.”
The young man’s voice came from inside.
But his finger on the trigger slowly tightened.
The shield officer took a deep breath and yanked the wardrobe door open while dodging to the side.
Then—
Two gunshots rang out.
The first shot was from Skinny.
Blood sprayed from the shield officer’s shoulder.
If he hadn’t dodged, that shot might have killed him.
The second shot came from the SWAT captain!
The moment he heard the trigger click from inside the wardrobe, he instinctively pulled the trigger.
A burst of blood erupted from within the wardrobe.
With a dull thud, a pistol fell from the young man’s hand to the floor.
“You bastard…”
Skinny clutched his stomach, his face pale. Blood quickly soaked his clothes.
A pool of crimson spread beneath him.
Clearly, the captain’s shot had struck a vital organ, causing severe blood loss.
Skinny gritted his teeth, trying to reach for the fallen pistol.
But in the next second, his body wavered—and he collapsed out of the wardrobe.
At that moment, the SWAT captain fired again.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots in rapid succession—one to the head, one to the chest.
Skinny twitched briefly before his eyes lost focus, his life snuffed out.
But even in death, his hand still rested on the pistol.
Even as he fell, he had tried to grab the gun—forcing the SWAT captain to finish him off.
“Get an ambulance!”
The SWAT captain barked out the order.
His team immediately sprang into action.
One officer placed the captain’s gun and spent shell casings into an evidence bag.
Another called for the medical team waiting downstairs.
A third officer applied pressure to the shield officer’s wound.
“Damn it!”
(End of Chapter 170)
