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114: Chapter 38: The Fierce Wolf Leaps, Turns Out to Be Werewolf Kill (3000) 114: Chapter 38: The Fierce Wolf Leaps, Turns Out to Be Werewolf Kill (3000) “Clear out the media reporters first, and do it nicely, understood?”

Niusen was a true godfather; when faced with a dilemma of choice, he would pick the most profitable action to take first.

With those pesky reporters gone, the police would have more room to maneuver.

“Yes, I’ll take care of it right now.”

Gru complied with Niusen’s order and turned to arrange for the area to be cleared.

“He’s not bad, quite intelligent.”

Niusen asked his chief of staff about Gru.

“He’s very capable on his own, making money through trade, but he’s quite close with some of the junior members of the Republican Party.”

No connections, making money through smuggling, involved with the Republican Party but not deeply.

The chief of staff, Niusen’s right-hand man, had some impression of Gru.

“Let’s see what’s going on with Tonks first, ask if he’s out of his mind.”

Niusen, from the Democratic Party, was supreme in California; Tonks used to follow him in the hopes of gaining his favor.

He truly didn’t understand why Tonks would act alone and let SWAT attack fiercely.

—————–

Jax took his team to clear the area.

Gru stood alone on the outermost perimeter of the police cordon, borrowing a light from an officer of the Niangniang Temple precinct to light a cigarette.

The SWAT team was using through-wall radar, searching for the trace of Hulk through the wall of the first floor.

“Help me go up and ask about their progress.”

Indicating to an officer on guard duty to run an errand for him, Gru leaned comfortably against the door of the armored police vehicle.

In a moment, the officer who had gone to inquire came jogging back.

“The through-wall radar wasn’t used, a SWAT sniper took down one of the kidnappers on the first floor with thermal imaging.

Another died on the second floor, and the one in the mezzanine without hostages was also killed.

Now there should only be two kidnappers left.”

Gru nodded silently, indicating to the officer to continue on guard duty.

No telling how many had to die to achieve this result—Dracula, Tonks, Klauer, you guys are truly ruthless.

He slowly stretched in a lazy yawn, then, with a cigarette clenched between his lips, walked back to the command center.

“Mr.

Governor, everything went smoothly, the reporters have left.”

After reporting on the clearing task, Gru brought up another issue.

“The SWAT assault is going well, it seems that three kidn…”

“Sir, the kidnappers have accomplices outside, there’s a sniper shooting at our SWAT!”

Gru’s report was interrupted by an officer who burst in with the news.

A sniper!

“Mr.

Governor, get down now, there’s a sniper!”

Why is Gru in a leadership position?

Look at his reaction speed!

Upon hearing the news and before anyone else could react, the action team captain of the Niangniang Temple precinct had already dived under the table with Niusen.

With that speed, if he doesn’t advance, who would?

“Are you sure about this information?” Niusen was still somewhat skeptical.

A kidnapping case, with so many hostages taken, explosives detonated, and even live-streamed murder.

He already had a high regard for these kidnappers.

But now, they’d even positioned snipers outside.

It was terrifying.

“Yes, sir, there are at least two snipers.

They’ve already killed many of the SWAT officers around the library.”

“Boom!

Boom!”

As the messenger spoke, two more explosions came from the library.

One of Niusen’s aides remarked.

“This is terrifying; it’s practically an act of terrorism.”

Niusen thought the comment was in bad taste, but he didn’t speak up, because Gru had already spoken for him.

“Don’t talk nonsense, this is not a terrorist attack, it’s our police attacking!

It’s our police using controlled explosions to take out the kidnappers in the building—that’s the cause of the explosions!”

Gru asserted firmly, as if what he said was the absolute truth.

“Yes, it’s our police attacking.”

Niusen struck the gavel, setting the narrative for the incident.

“Mr.

Governor, we must have Klauer pull SWAT out, their losses are too heavy.”

Gru was certain, sure that Niusen wouldn’t refuse him at this time.

Three reasons.

First, SWAT’s losses were too heavy, even with a successful takeover; they’d have nothing to show but disgrace, hardly a job well done.

Second, someone needed to carry the blame, and that person could only be Klauer; since he was to be scapegoated, Niusen had no reason to share the credit with him.

Klauer’s scapegoating was inevitable, his men had died in too great a number, and he was also responsible for the death of two hostages.

Sharing even the least bit of benefit with a person doomed to take the blame was wasteful.

Third, the favor granted just a moment ago was not given in vain; Niusen would grasp what Gru implied.

The establishment of a relationship of interests requires some form of gesture but more importantly, the right response.

Through the rash actions of Tonks and Klauer, Gru saw the disconnection between them and Niusen, the top dog of the Democratic Party.

“There’s a sniper outside now, should the SWAT pull back later?”

The Governor was considerate; he worried that Gru couldn’t handle the current situation.

This was blatant favoritism and a clear quid pro quo!

Upon hearing the godfather’s words, people in the command center had various thoughts, but no one dared to speak.

“Mr.

Governor, the Niangniang Temple precinct has eighteen hundred officers in Saint Rodu, and of the three hundred plus who came here today, I’m confident in ensuring your safety.”

“Go, but be careful, Gru, you’re an excellent cop.”

—————–

Red Street Library bore no resemblance to its former self.

Three kidnappers had died, and more than twenty SWAT members.

The Hulk was skilled with instant detonation of grenades, and his marksmanship was also top-notch.

The pitfall was that it was too dark.

Darkness often serves as the veil that conceals evil.

But faced with officers equipped with night vision goggles, darkness became the web that the kidnappers couldn’t escape.

They had brought plenty of ammunition, preparing for a prolonged standoff with the police.

But they miscalculated one fact—that the police weren’t very concerned about the hostages’ survival.

In the face of overwhelming numbers, in the dark, no individual strength can cope with so many more enemies.

Father Andrei had detonated all the bombs.

Because of the obstruction of the building, the police were temporarily unable to advance.

Thor squatted beside him, both of them staring intently at the movement beneath the mezzanine.

“Ha, buddy, we can’t get out of here alive anymore.”

Andrei leaned numbly against the cold railing, mumbling his lamentations.

Andrei was a religious zealot, not actually insane,

and when faced with death, he was still a little afraid to die.

The religious zealot’s left arm had been hit.

As his comrades fell one by one, all their preparations seemed unable to stop the advancing steps of the police.

“Didn’t you say that it’s only good to die if it has meaning?

We die for a noble cause, for justice, and that’s enough.”

Thor’s voice was low and calm.

“Meaningful…

heh, this world is too damn rotten, I’m going back to heaven.”

The religious zealot truly wasn’t afraid to die, but he felt that despite all his plans and efforts, nothing seemed to change.

What a pity.

“Alright then, you go ahead.”

In the darkness, a knife plunged into Father Andrei’s chest.

Thor’s hand was steady, and the knife was sharp.

The blade precisely severed Andrei’s aorta!

“You!

Ugh…”

Covering Andrei’s mouth, Thor twisted his wrist holding the knife.

“Sorry, I can’t accompany you to the end, Andrei.”

The night wolf made its leap, taking away a ‘wolf teammate’.

Father Andrei’s hands gripped tightly onto Thor’s knife-wielding hand.

But as the knife was pulled out, his blood flowed faster and faster.

Sheathing the knife and sensing Andrei’s struggling strength fading, Thor whispered.

“I know you want to ask why, but I’m not some movie villain who needs to explain so much to a fool like you.”

Andrei’s eyes stared straight ahead in the darkness as his memories began to fade.

Consciousness blurred, so blurred that even the sensation of pain was unclear.

“Ugh…”

He reached out, trying to touch the gun beside him.

But halfway there, his hand dropped powerlessly.

The objective was not achieved, the ideal of avenging those insulted warriors by bringing down Dracula was not fulfilled.

He really tried very hard, but still, it was not achieved.

At the end, his comrade-in-arms removed his mask and plunged a knife into his heart.

No, we were always wearing masks.

They were always wearing masks!

When did I truly see through them?

Turns out, this really wasn’t the road to Antarctica.

Thor wiped his hands and pocketed the knife.

He didn’t need to worry about the corpse; right now, he needed to steady the hostages.

“I’ve set up booby traps here.

You’d best stay still and don’t move, understand?”

The library was pitch black due to the power outage; who could set up booby traps in the dark?

But from a different perspective, Thor knowing how to set booby traps was very reasonable.

In fear, none of the hostages realized Thor was bluffing them.

Cheng Daqi silently closed his eyes a little tighter, holding Sani a bit closer.

He was waiting for the final outcome.

Setting up booby traps meant the kidnappers couldn’t spare people to watch the hostages anymore.

Let this nightmare end quickly.

—————–

“We can’t retreat!

Why should we retreat!

We’ve already lost so many brothers; if we back down now, they would have died in vain!”

The subordinate’s roar did not bring even the slightest emotional stir to Klauer.

The moment he received the orders from Niusen, he knew his turn had completely ended.

Yes, the police and the Governor did not have a direct superior-subordinate relationship, but the Niusen family could crush Klauer’s family.

He had to obey.

Klauer wasn’t alone; he had vulnerabilities.

“Withdraw, we can’t keep losing lives; I’ll take all the responsibility.”

Klauer somewhat dispiritedly dealt with his angry subordinates.

“Weren’t you the one who just said we can’t be cowards?

What about now?

What do you mean now?”

Klauer had no answer.

An irate SWAT officer could not contain his fury and landed a fierce punch on Klauer’s face.

“Bang!”

The surrounding officers stepped forward to separate the two men.

Klauer rubbed his cheek.

He saw Gru, fully equipped, leading the Niangniang Temple Police Department’s team in their final assault preparation.

‘Lucky bastard!

If it weren’t for my bad luck, it wouldn’t be your turn!’

Klauer spit out a mouthful of saliva with blood in it, resentfully.

As the victor in every sense of the word, Gru had no time to pay attention to the defeated dog’s whining.

“Jax, there are two sets of police uniforms in the trunk of my command vehicle, packed in two black backpacks.

Bring them here, get the larger set, and stick close to me during the action, got it?”

Gru’s understanding was never really about Jax getting it.

Whenever the boss said to understand, Jax would just silently do exactly as the boss wanted.

But this time the order was so significant that Jax was momentarily taken aback.

“What are you dawdling for, go get them.”

Kicking Jax, Gru urged impatiently.

“Don’t worry about anything; we’re going back home for dog butchering tonight.”

Suppressing the guesses in his heart, Jax turned and left.

Seemingly uncomfortable with the heavy and tight gear, Gru stretched in a lazy yawn.

The fake boss, Tonks, nobody listens to his orders.

The real boss, Gru, just needs to stretch and can summon snipers to fire a hidden shot.

(Many people are dropping subscriptions or reading quickly, and this kidnapping case is very information-dense.

The last two paragraphs were added later to point out the mastermind directly.)