Don: The Blood Chains
Chapter 44: Pig.

Chapter 44: Pig.

It was a moment nobody could even imagine going to happen again, that in the daytime a shooting would occur in the middle of the city... and officers died. Almost like a hallucination, almost like a bad dream as the first responders arrived as dozens of calls came in about a shooting involving officers, and when they arrived at the scene what they saw was just... brutal and horrifying.

Dozens of bullet shells, and most importantly the police car... and with one look everybody could tell that there was no way anybody survived it, no... there wasn’t even a chance to survive it.

Bulletholes spread across the driver and passenger seat... but some of the officers were lucky... lucky that they weren’t the first responders, the ones that opened the doors, and saw what would stick with them for their whole life.

Emma Rij... a rookie officer in her early twenties, just leaned back in her seat with an unrecognizable face. Her jaw was literally just hanging by flesh, her skull was cracked open by the barrage of bullets that hit it and her face was just covered with blood, so much blood that it was just... hard to describe... so hard that the first officer who opened the door immediately threw up, while the others could only tell who it was because of her name badge and unique pastel pink hair color... and it wasn’t just her but the officer next to her, Jisa Miram.

There was no effort to search for a pulse, no effort to hear if they breathed, because it was just obvious to everybody that... they died instantly as those bullets hit them... with no chance of them ever getting out of that car and second, whoever shot them was merciless, a brutal almost public execution... and that’s why almost immediately an emergency protocol was issued and every street, every officer was sent out, roadblocks were made before even the investigation began, because it was just clear that it wasn’t no ordinary shooting and judging the amount of shells, it was something far greater than that.

And it just became more obvious when the officers saw the scene up at the 20th, even some of the old timer officers who rushed up to see what exactly happened were stunned by it.

They didn’t even need to go into the office because the scent of the blood was so powerful that they could literally taste it as the elevator doors opened...but when they did, it was one of the worst scenes they had seen in their whole careers. It was straight up just devilish, the blood spattered everywhere, that woman on the ground looking her face deformed like an unholy being... yeah, Ivanka Plina and the two men, Trevor Hibber and Albert Ponnas.

Well-known people by the police department or more like they made themselves well-known by bribing some of them... and now looking at them as a bribed officer was nothing but straight up terrifying... that somebody killed the elders of the old era.

But with the witness statements and knowing who they were, the dots connected before even starting a proper investigation.

"The roadblocks, tell them to search every car, and if they spot Joseph Cassian, immediately arrest him." Ethan Kilber, the lead investigator of the city police department said as he was already getting on his gloves while looking at Trevor’s limped back body and that one final bullet hole in his head... people he once investigated himself, back in the glory days of the Cassian family.

"It wasn’t him." A voice came behind his back. "And send your officers away, the DSA is taking over this." It was Jimmy himself on his side with Misa, now dressed in suits and a badge.

"CTD? It wasn’t a terrorism attack." He said as he eyed Jimmy’s badge. "And I am the lead investigator—"

"This case is now under the Criminal Investigation Division of the DSA." Misa spoke as he calmly stepped over Ivanka’s body, looking at her deformed face without any disgust in him. "Second," he looked at him, "these three were categorized as terrorists... but you know, connection and corruption could help with everything... something that feels familiar, isn’t it?"

"How funny, said by an agent who is covering up Jospe—" Correct content is on NovelFire

"Not just an agent. I am a special agent and the head of the CID and my colleague is head of the Counter Terrorist Division." He now pointed at Jimmy. "But what’s more interesting is that you are more invested in this than the two officers outside who just lost their lives."

"Eighteen witnesses stated it was Joseph Cassian, who walked in and walked out, that one of his men opened fire." Ethan said as he raised his voice, though his decades of experience of dealing with people, gangsters and politicians didn’t really help him with dealing with the DSA.

They are on a different kinda level, a level that is just the embodiment of chaos. They did not care about anything, but their own justice and their own little world. Sometimes they are even worse than gangsters, then cartels or any criminal he came across.

"That’s speculation." Jimmy said as he was putting up his gloves too.

"Facts are not speculation, they said what they saw." Ethan said, but already knew that they were not going to give a single fuck about him, nor about whatever happened or was witnessed.

The worst thing about the DSA is that if they’re interested in something, if they start an investigation, they will fuck over everybody, even their own branches just to hide information, just to make sure that if the truth is harmful for the government or certain people, they will do anything to cover it up.

"I get it but nobody saw that he opened fire, nobody saw what happened in here." Jimmy gestured around. "Nobody can know it was his man, or that he wasn’t kidnapped or—"

"The receptionist said he smiled and asked to meet Trevor Hibeer." He raised his voice, eyeing Jimmy, who dipped his finger into the cocaine on the table.

"Maybe he was pressured into it, threatened to say it." Misa spoke as he picked up the bloodied gun from the floor. "Maybe he is just as much a victim as them." He looked up smiling at Ethan, who knew what was happening... the worst.

They are truly here to cover it up even though there is evidence that could sentence him to death once again or put him before a firing squad.

"Two officers died. What about them?" He asked as he knuckled his fist already knowing they will not a give a single fuck about it.

"Yeah, how sad it is, rest in peace to them." Misa said but he noticed it was too obvious that Ethan wasn’t really welcoming them, nor how they were behaving. "Look, we do our job and the suspect will be caught and will be sentenced to death so just—"

"It was Cassian." He interrupted him, almost whispering it. "He killed a 24 year old rookie and murdered these three fuckers who I spent a lifetime to catch, fucker who I submitted countless of reports to the DSA and they did not give a fuck about it. And now you two show up to cover up the whole thing?"

"Exactly." Misa quickly answered the truth. "We are going to cover it up, you know why?" He stepped closer to him. "Because if not, hundreds if not thousands are going to die. Just imagine it, Cassian, the Salvatores, Giovannis, Siroccos, Madrie... I can’t even name all of the families and gangs that will go at each other’s throat, because those three." He pointed at them. "They have ruled over more than Vincente Lisonda, these leaders built up a whole different kind of empire, cocaine, meth, weed, smuggled people, weapons, corruption all over the place, prostitutes, strip clubs, restaurants... and when something like this is left behind...they’re like scavengers, everybody wants to take a piece. But most importantly, if it comes out that it was Cassian, then all hell is going to break loose. Alliances will form, betrayals will follow, and with it the worst thing possible... though it will happen regardless. We’re just trying to slow it down, because Cassian didn’t do this for nothing." Misa chuckled. "He walks in during the daytime, kills three drug lords, and then walks out like nothing happened... he can do worse than this."

"Terrorism." Jimmy continued. "A bomb could explode at a school, market, or a minister’s office, killing dozens just as a threat for one or two influential people. But you know it, you witnessed the great era of gangsters with your own eyes, so don’t pretend to be dumb." Jimmy smiled as put his hand on Ethan shoulder. "You have a big dossier, hundreds of pages detailing how much money certain people gave you, what investigations you halted or closed down, how evidence just disappeared into thin air. The DSA saw the files, and reports, you submitted, but coming from a bribed investigator it was just laughable, stabbing in the back those who fed you, those for whom you acted like a trained dog... yeah when the money stopped coming you turned on them, how crazy is that?"

"Pretty crazy, but this isn’t the old times anymore." Misa continued. "This is the DSA and the new government. Ethan, you’re almost 56... you experienced every single thing that’s in the books of law enforcement. You even became a bribed officer, and saw the other side of it... just sit back, close your mouth and eyes, and enjoy your life until you retire. Because it would be bad if a file came out of nowhere about you, exposing that the ’awarded detective of the city,’ who many look up to, was just another pig. And second neither I nor Jimmy want to send a cleaner to your house. Understand?"

It was a threat, but what he felt about...it was just the truth. He did many questionable things back in his day, tasted some of the wealth they had, took money, and did nothing even when his partner was killed.

Someone who truly deserves to die in the worst way... but somehow it never happened.

"Understand." He said as with last glance at Tervor body he just turned at left the scene.

"Do you think he knows?" Jimmy asked as he looked at the gun that Joseph used on Ivanka

"Pretty sure he knows. He is the embodiment of a corrupt officer who pointed fingers at every single of his colleagues and agents involved in the investigations against the Cassains, Salvatores, and Lisondas... and all of them died." Misa slowly looked at Jimmy. "He deserves to finally get a bullet."