Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The sound of sirens pierced the night, red and blue lights flashing rapidly in the ruined city. The police cars raced through the battered streets like hounds thrown into hell, desperately trying to reach the location where Mayor Rain was being held captive.
Inside the vehicle, the officers focused intently on the live broadcast playing on their phone screens. The image was somewhat grainy, yet it was strikingly clear—Rain resembled a mouse being toyed with, trapped in Carter's grip, enduring blows, gasping for breath, trembling.
Carter was like a big cat toying with its prey, methodically tormenting the corrupt politicians before him. Each strike was precise and brutal, leaving Rain unable to faint or escape, forced to become the laughingstock and sacrifice of this city under the watchful eyes of many.
The comments section of the live broadcast was a frenzy:
— "Give him another punch!"
— "Make this dog beg for mercy!"
— "This is justice!!"
"Damn it, hurry up!!" Sharp gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His foot pressed nearly to the floor on the accelerator, and the police car's engine roared angrily as it sped over the bumpy road. The officers inside held their weapons nervously, sweat trickling down their foreheads.
But just then, another furious engine roar echoed from behind on the street.
"What the hell...?" The officer in the passenger seat turned around, his pupils dilating in shock.
"Damn! It's them!"
In the darkness of the street, a line of headlights flickered like ghosts as several pickup trucks and motorcycles raced toward them. Shadows were faintly visible through the windows; figures waved rifles and flags, their faces obscured by bandanas and masks, their bodies splattered with red graffiti—
It was members of Truth's Fire!
They were not there to witness the spectacle; they had come to protect their idol—Carter Black!
They knew the police would act; they understood that the authorities could not tolerate Rain being publicly humiliated. So they followed, determined to ensure that this trial could be completed, to keep Carter's "justice" burning bright!
"Damn it, they're coming to intercept us!" another officer shouted.
Sharp glanced in the rearview mirror, his heart sinking.
This was no longer a simple rescue operation; it had turned into a war for the future of the city.
Now, police cars and armed members of Truth's Fire were engaged in a deadly chase down the streets.
Under the cover of night, gunfire flickered like falling stars, igniting the already crumbling city into a hellish inferno.
Emma gripped the steering wheel tightly as the police car raced like a startled beast through the ravaged streets. The tires screeched over the cracked asphalt, kicking up gravel and dust, while the urgent wail of sirens seemed weak and pale against the backdrop of gunshots and explosions.
The officer in the passenger seat leaned halfway out, his submachine gun firing wildly. Bullets pierced the darkness, striking the vehicles of Truth's Fire members pursuing them, creating sparks and bullet holes.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Bullets shattered the windshield, and the headlights exploded, casting flickering shadows of dim light. But the armed assailants did not relent; instead, they grew more frenzied, raising their Rifles to aim at the police car and retaliating fiercely!
"Rat-a-tat-tat—!"
A hail of bullets rained down like a storm, with metallic clinks echoing as rounds tore through the vehicle. Bullet holes spread across its body like scars.
"Shit! Hurry up!!" yelled the officer in the passenger seat as he swapped in a new magazine, trying to suppress the enemy fire. Just then, a high-velocity bullet came crashing through the shattered rear window, striking him squarely in the chest.
Bang—!
Blood erupted like a blossoming flower, splattering across the windshield.
“Ugh—!” The officer fell backward, the gun slipping from his grasp. His chest was soaked in blood, lips trembling as he struggled to make a sound, but all that escaped was a faint gasp. Seconds later, his head slumped to one side, eyes losing focus, life slipping away completely.
“Damn it!!” Emma shouted, her knuckles whitening from the grip on the wheel. She slammed the accelerator, but before she could react, a pickup truck emblazoned with “Truth's Fire” suddenly accelerated and crashed into her rear!
Boom—!
The violent impact sent the police car spiraling out of control, its body tumbling like debris thrown into the air. Glass shattered, metal twisted, and sparks flew. Emma's body was held tightly by the seatbelt, but the force of the collision still slammed her head against the steering wheel. The world blurred in violent tremors, a ringing in her ears roaring incessantly as her consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse.
After rolling several times, the police car crashed heavily onto the ground, landing on its side on the shattered street. Thick black smoke billowed from under the hood, flames flickering beneath the vehicle as twisted metal emitted an ominous wail.
Yet this tragedy was far from over.
Sharp’s police car continued to speed forward, desperately trying to break through this street of blood and fire. His eyes were fixed ahead, teeth clenched, hands gripping the steering wheel like a wounded beast charging toward a glimmer of hope.
“Sharp! Ahead!!” shouted the officer beside him.
But it was already too late.
What lay ahead was not hope but a speeding harbinger of death—a vehicle packed with members of “Truth's Fire,” barreling toward the police car in a near-suicidal charge!
Boom—!!!!
Two cars collided head-on, and the explosion engulfed everything in a blaze of light, as if the sun had fallen. Flames shot up into the night sky, and the shockwave roared like a furious beast, shaking the surrounding buildings. Glass shattered, and fragments rained down like deadly confetti, while burning wreckage scattered in all directions.
The car belonging to Sharp instantly transformed into a fireball, its metal frame torn apart. The explosive flames wrapped everything in their embrace, thick black smoke billowing upward, swallowing all sound and hope.
Emma's gaze, blurred through the overturned window, took in the chaos. Her ears were filled with sharp ringing, and her body ached to the point of numbness. She tried to raise her hand but found herself unable to move; blood trickled down from her forehead, obscuring her vision.
She wanted to scream, to call out Sharp's name, but her voice was drowned by the roar of the explosion.
The city was slowly descending into hell, and they had already been consumed by the abyss.
Carter's fingers gripped Rain's collar like a steel vice, yanking the man—who was too weak to resist—up from his chair.
Rain's body was dragged along like a ragged cloth, his legs trembling and barely able to support him. His scarred face was smeared with blood and tears; he was no longer the powerful mayor he once was but a coward stripped of his false facade—a pitiful creature waiting to be slaughtered.
Carter said nothing; he simply pulled Rain along forcefully, dragging him step by step toward the edge of the building, standing at the last high point of this dead city.
As they reached the edge of the ruins, Rain beheld the city's apocalypse.
The metropolis beneath them was no longer a city but an endless sea of fire.
Burning buildings collapsed all around; car explosions sent shockwaves through the air; gunfire and screams wove together into a symphony of death… Everything felt like hell had descended upon Earth. The flames painted the night sky red, smoke billowed as if demons were opening their arms to welcome this city on the brink of destruction.
This was not just fire; it was Carter's wrath. It was the city's judgment against corruption and despair. It was the flame of revolution built from blood and suffering!
Rain's body trembled violently; his legs weakened. He knew his fate had already been sealed—there would be no second chance for him.
"Please... no... please..."
His lips trembled, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face, like a prisoner about to be thrown into a meat grinder. He knelt down, crying out in desperation, clinging to the last shred of his dignity.
Carter looked down at him, his gaze calm and cold, as if this man who once held the power of life and death over the entire city was now nothing more than livestock awaiting execution.
"You have no right to beg for mercy, Rain."
"You should have died long ago."
Before the words had left his lips, Carter suddenly yanked Rain up and without hesitation hurled him into the abyss.
Rain's body struggled in the air, like a moth with torn wings, letting out a desperate scream that was swallowed by the howling wind in the next instant.
"Ahhhhh—!"
His figure plummeted from the high building, like a decaying star falling towards a burning hell. No one would remember his name; no one would mourn his death.
Death had arrived.
Carter stood at the edge, looking down at it all, flames churning in his eyes. With Rain's death, this city would perish alongside him.
Comment 0 Comment Count