Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 935 – Explosive Shootout, and the Only Life

Chapter 935: Explosive Shootout, and the Only Life

Thinking quickly, Gusman wavered between killing Norman and saving his business.

All five members of Norman’s team were here.

If he wanted to take action, he would have to kill all five DEA agents. He couldn’t afford the DEA’s revenge.

Looking at his expression, Norman smiled.

He unhurriedly took out a metal box that was one-third the size of a palm from his chest pocket. He shook it next to his ear and listened to the slight rattle.

Opening the box, he took out one of the seven or eight capsules that was inside and popped it into his mouth.

A moment later, he slowly raised his head and twisted his shoulders. His face flushed, and the pain in his left arm gradually faded.

He lowered his head and looked at Gusman. “Give me the money, or I’ll find someone to kill all of you!”

Gusman’s anger, which had initially almost been suppressed, exploded. “You…”

Suddenly, a series of sirens rang out, and they swiftly closed in on them.

Stunned, everybody looked out the window.

Gusman slammed the table and stood up. “Norman, are you selling me out?”

Stunned for a moment, Norman smiled disdainfully. “What a boor.”

One of Gusman’s lackeys couldn’t help but whisper in his ear, “Boss, he wouldn’t call the cops if he was playing dirty.”

Gusman’s hot head cleared a little, and he felt that he had overreacted.

At that moment, Norman said again, “Forget it. A fool like you should die as soon as possible! I’ll send someone to your place tomorrow to kill you and your two daughters!”

Gusman finally couldn’t suppress his anger anymore. The voice in his head suddenly grew louder.

He roared, “F*ck you! Go to hell! Kill him!”

With a bellow, Gusman drew his pistol and fired at Malky.

Malky, who had turned his head to persuade his boss, Norman, to stop provoking the other party, didn’t have a chance to react before he collapsed.

Gusman’s sudden outburst caught everybody off-guard, all except Norman.

He seemed to have seen through everything. With a strange smile, he suddenly drew the revolver that was at his waist.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Six shots were fired at Gusman.

Gusman, who had been the first to shoot Malky, was one step too late. He only had time to shoot Norman in the stomach before the two of them collapsed.

The clash between the two bosses was like a fight in a western cowboy movie, stunning both sides for almost half a second.

Then, everybody cursed and reached for their guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Ah!”

“Ahhh!”

“Ahhh!”

Gunshots and screams rang out, and the smell of gunpowder filled the room.

Ten seconds later, everybody in the room collapsed.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Both the gang members and the DEA agents twitched and moaned weakly.

Only one person slowly got up.

Looking at the people lying around him, Norman suddenly burst out laughing. “Damn it, all of you deserve to die.”

After saying that, he staggered and leaned against the wall. “Mine, all this is mine. The money and the goods are mine. Hahahaha.”

A moment ago, a line of patrol cars was hurrying on its way to a gunfight in the upper district.

Someone in the car in front yelled over the comms, “You don’t have to pick me up, I bummed a ride.”

Saying that, he looked at the patrol officer in the backseat who had a bitter smile on his face. “Sorry, buddy. My car just broke down and is in the repair shop.”

What could the patrol officer say?

He knew the guy in the front passenger seat.

Many New York police officers had heard of him, and this patrol officer was no exception.

The guy had even gotten him involved.

The officer said, “Just call me Kenny, Sergeant John McClane.”

John said, “Okay, Kenny. When we get there, look for a place to hide. Don’t be a dumbass and stand in the middle of the road, understand?”

Kenny said, “We’ve learned how to deal with a large-scale gunfight, Sergeant McClane.”

John’s expression didn’t change as he curled his lip. “Then how many times have you been shot at? Do you know how many shots a person can take without dying?”

Kenny: “…Okay, I’ll hide.”

As soon as he said that, they heard a burst of gunfire.

John subconsciously looked to the left and raised his hand. “There’s a gunfight here? Behind that apartment building.”

The patrol officer who was driving immediately turned the wheel and charged into the side street. He drove around the apartment building, and the three police cars behind him followed.

Ten minutes later, John walked out of the apartment with a confused expression.

Touching a small camera on his chest, he took out his phone and made a call. “Boss, I have a bit of a problem here.”

Dustin reluctantly looked away from Jennifer. “Speak.”

It hadn’t been easy for him to find an opportunity to slack off for a night! Damn John!

Lawyer Jennifer smiled and pinched his face, before she walked to the bathroom.

Looking at her swaying steps, Dustin swallowed and his usually steady heart skipped a beat.

But there was bad news in his ear, which made his heart thump. “I found a bunch of bodies here. Four DEA agents, six suspected drug dealers, and one senior DEA agent named Norman Stansfield.”

“What’s going on?” Dustin’s attention promptly turned away from the gap in the bathroom door and Jennifer.

John looked around before he spoke quickly in a low voice.

Listening to John’s report, Dustin got out of bed and put on his clothes.

A few minutes later, Dustin scared Jennifer, who threw the shower gel at him. He gave her a kiss and said that he had a case to take care of before he ran out of the apartment.

Jennifer was stunned for a long moment before she shook her head helplessly. “That’s work.”

Of course, she didn’t blame Dustin.

It wasn’t the first time Dustin had run out halfway.

Lathering on the shower gel again, she murmured thoughtfully, “What’s the case this time? I wonder if we’ll get it.”

As soon as she said that, she shook her head. “What am I thinking? That Reyes woman won’t let me get a big case so easily, unless she wants me to take the blame.”

That night, NYPD was in chaos, but Luke and Selina were already having sweet dreams.

In the morning, Dustin summoned Luke to the police department.

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