Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3199 Someone With A Gun Got Away!

The moment he started yelling at the police, a bullet had already pierced through his head.

The mercenary's eyes were widened. Before he could even take his last breath, Gale had already kicked the other two out of the car. Then, a gunshot rang out, and one of the mercenaries was taken down.

The other one rolled over, but by the the realized what was happening, Gale had already kicked the gun out of his hand and picked it up.

Gale did not shoot. He only aimed the gun at the mercenary.

He could not fire due to his current identity. He had no choice but to let the police handle it.

Plus, they needed someone alive.

Gale pointed at the mercenary with the gun, who dared not to move. Not only was Gale aiming at him, but the police officers, noticing that Gale had broken free from their control, were also pointing their guns at him.

The mercenary could only surrender.

Gunshots continued to echo.

Gordan was engaged in a shootout with the remaining two mercenaries. One of them was already injured. With Rain's help, Gordan quickly wounded the leader of the mercenaries. Meanwhile, Rain shot the other one dead.

When Rain saw that the situation was now under control, she said to Gordan, 'Til retreat first. Find a way to get out."

"Got it," replied Gordan, signaling to Gale before quickly getting on a motorcycle near him.

Before he could start the motorcycle, the injured mercenary leader suddenly pulled out a pistol from his coat. Gale noticed the mercenary leader's movement and immediately shouted to warn Gordan, "Watch out!"

A loud bang echoed through the air. With lightning reflexes, Gordan leaped off the motorcycle, but not before a bullet grazed his right hand.

"Damn it!" Gale delivered a forceful kick at the mercenary in front of him, breaking his leg to prevent any thoughts of escape later. He moved quickly and closed in on the mercenary leader, deftly seizing the pistol from his grasp.

The mercenary leader grinned, not looking at Gale but at Gordan instead." You've killed so many of my brothers. Now, I'm getting my revenge!"

Gale kicked the mercenary leader to the ground, looking over at Gordan with concern.

However, he could not go to him now. He had to pretend not to know Gordan. That was why he could not check on his injuries. Gordan sprawled on the ground, stealing a glance at his injured hand. He pushed himself upright and sat there, fixing a steely glare on the mercenary leader before clenching his teeth as he rose to his feet.

Even though he was injured, it was nothing serious to him.

If it were not for his need to maintain his cover, Gordan swore he would have slapped the man across his face hard!

Enduring the pain in his hand, Gordan rode off on the motorcycle.

By the tthe police arrived, he was already a distance away.

A young officer shouted, "Someone with a gun got away! Should we chase him?"

A more experienced officer rolled his eyes at him and said, "He's not a mercenary. What's the point of chasing him?" "But he's armed," replied the young officer.

The veteran officer gave Gale a meaningful look and said, if it weren't for that guy, could we have gotten these mercenaries under control? Let's hold off on chasing him for now. We need to handle the current situation.

"We're still a ways from the courthouse, and who knows if they've got more people coming? We can't afford to split our forces right now. Help search them, make sure they're clean, and then take them over to the station. The rest of you, keep up the escort."

"Do we still need to send the suspect to court?" asked one of the police officers.

"We can still make it over there now. If we don't, the court's going to have to reschedule. You know how much the public hates that guy, right? The sooner we wrap this case up and get him behind bars, the better off we'll all be," replied the veteran officer.

He had been a policeman for over 20 years and had never encountered such a dangerous situation.

If it were not for the hidden sniper and the man who got shot, they might all be dead by now, and the suspect would have been taken away.

If that happened, the public would panic and get into a rage, and the police would be held accountable.

Therefore, they had to ensure Matysh was delivered to the police station.

Everyone followed the officer's instructions and sprang into action.

Scarefully searched the surviving mercenaries while others confirmed the dead ones and confiscated their weapons. Sreported to their superiors, others called for ambulances, and the rest continued to escort Matysh to the courthouse.

The veteran officer stayed behind to manage things. He approached Gale with a smile and asked, "Mr. Gale, thank you for your help and cooperation. Are you hurt?"

"I'm not," answered Gale. He shot a glance at the weapons the police officers were collecting and could not help but mutter, 'Those weapons are pretty advanced."

"Yeah, these mercenaries paid big bucks for these weapons. It's kind of embarrassing, considering how tight customs are. I have no idea how these guns ended up in their hands," replied the officer, relieved to hear Gale was unharmed.

The Island of Despair crossed Gale's mind.

Previously, the police had confiscated a large cache of advanced international weapons at their base in X City. With enough money, these mercenaries could certainly obtain weapons through those channels.

He found it unsurprising.

Gale asked, "Do I need to go to the police station to give a statement after this?'

"Even though you helped US out, we still have to go through the motions. It's all part of the process. I hope you get where we're coming from," replied the officer.

"I understand," Gale replied indifferently.

"By the way, you've got sserious

skills. Taking on two armed

mercenaries solo? Ever thought m

about joining the force? I know you're not from around here, but we sure

could use someone like you," offered the officer.

Drama.Org!

When he saw Gale being dragged out by the mercenaries, he thought Gale was in rave danger.

Even if they had not shot him, they would have likely killed him after escaping.

However, to his surprise, Gale managed to kick two mercenaries out of the car, giving the sniper and another person a chance to

act.

It was truly remarkable.

If Gale joined the police, he could certainly qualify for special forces!

Even if his status made it hard to join special forces, they could still use someone like him in the regular police force.

If that did not work, he could at least be their trainer!

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested," Gale

declined without a second thought. He picked up the fallen earphones on the ground and put them on. There was no sound. He wondered if Gordan was fine.

From the looks of it just now, Gordon injured his hand but did not seem to have any other injuries.

Still, riding with an injured hand was worrisome.

Gale could not help but admire Gordan's grit. Taking a bullet and still keeping control of the wheel, that was something else.

"Well, everything here is under control

now. I'm gonna take off if

everything's cool.

e

Just givea ring

when you need my statement, and I'll swing by the station to cooperate."

After that, Gale turned around and

left.