MTLNOVEL Chapter 152: Fierce Attack!_2
These teenagers are too brutal!
He had previously thought that Dean was somewhat too cold-blooded for running them over with his car and then repeatedly shooting, but now...
Harry clenched his teeth, stuck his handgun out of the firing hole, and, with a merciless heart, aimed at the group of kids and pulled the trigger!
The youngsters were huddled around the SUV, utterly unguarded. Just one round of shooting took down four boys and two girls—six thugs in all. Adding the gang members knocked down by their own ricochets, the group led by the young girl had already lost nearly half its numbers.
However, far from being scared, the girl actually looked thrilled. She shouted to those remaining, "There's a hole in the car! Go get the gas can! Kill the heretic!"
Harry, who had just reloaded his revolver, panicked. He extended his handgun again, aiming to kill the commanding young girl, but found the group had gotten smarter. They stood near the front of the car, smirking at him.
There was no firing hole in that spot!
In the face of life and death, who had time for morality!
A fierce light flashed in Harry's eyes. Following Dean's example, he stomped on the gas, intending to ram them out of the way and retreat. To his dismay, he discovered that the SUV's tires, chosen for basic comfort, were already shot!
VROOOM! The engine roared. The unstable SUV swayed left and right as it surged forward. It missed the girl but ran over a quick-reacting Black girl who had tried to jump aside. The vehicle then crashed straight into the clinic wall, its front half embedding itself before it finally came to a halt.
With that, the SUV was stuck, unable to move forward or backward. Harry was stupefied!
Backing up and running away would have been better!
Harry knew full well that even if he called for backup in a godforsaken place like this, no one would arrive in time. He clenched his teeth, opened the front window, and climbed into the clinic. He planned to use the terrain to defend himself, hoping Dean, who had left earlier, would return with help.
He landed on a floor thick with muck. Looking down, Harry saw that the small room, supposedly a makeshift operating room, was covered in semi-coagulated crimson blood. It was sticky like glue, and his shoes sank into it. With every movement of his foot, large, stringy strands of blood pulled and stuck, an unsettling sensation that made goosebumps rise involuntarily.
BANG! The sound of the door bursting open shattered the rookie Harry's shock.
He scanned his surroundings. Disregarding the footprints he'd leave, he rushed out of the operating room. He deliberately left a trail of bloody footprints leading to a window. Then, in a flash, he took off his shoes, hid them, and returned barefoot to duck into a random room.
The room wasn't large, apparently a storage space, cluttered with blood-stained bandages and dirty clothes. Harry noticed an inconspicuous small cubicle within the room.
His eyes lit up, and he walked over. As he approached, the stench of blood, even stronger than outside, hit him.
Harry had no time for second thoughts and pulled open the small, tightly shut door.
The next moment, as if a barn had collapsed, seven or eight bloody corpses of men and women tumbled out, burying the unprepared Harry beneath them.
Harry was terrified. Even though he was born here, he'd never experienced anything like this!
As he struggled frantically, he found the corpses weren't as heavy as he'd imagined. With a light push, he moved them aside.
Just then, footsteps hurriedly approached from outside the door.
Harry quickly froze, held his breath, and aimed his blood-streaked revolver at the storage room doorway. If those inhumane brats found him, he'd rather they all died together than be burned alive!
Luckily, his flawed deceptive maneuver had actually worked.
The footsteps hurried past, eventually stopping at the window leading to the back of the clinic.
"Jenny, that Black bastard ran out the window! Should we still chase and kill him?"
In the small room, even though Harry was terrified, he was dumbfounded when he heard the term 'Black bastard' from outside. A Black teenager calling another Black person a 'Black bastard'.
Surreal!
Harry's thought process was unusual. He almost couldn't resist the urge to storm out and argue with them.
But the sound of the teenagers' venting gunfire quickly made him regain his composure. These kids are inhumane!
RAT-TAT-TAT! After a burst of venting, wild gunfire, the footsteps started to recede.
It seemed the crazed child soldiers had given up the chase.
Harry let out a long sigh of relief. In less than ten minutes, he felt he'd experienced enough thrills to last a lifetime!
After waiting a little longer, Harry finally confirmed they had left. He carefully got up from the ground and began examining the corpses that had pinned him down.
The sight made a look of pity flash in his eyes. All the corpses were freshly mutilated: hearts and lungs gouged out, livers and kidneys taken, even their eyes were just hollow sockets. Most were Black men and women, with a few Asian men. He didn't see a single white corpse.
Harry knew these people were likely either illegal workers or residents who had 'died' on the operating tables of clandestine clinics, their useful organs harvested and sold on the black market.
This kind of thing happened from time to time. But he hadn't expected this supposedly well-reputed clinic to be involved too!
Having endured too many shocks in such a short time, Harry could no longer care about the nausea. He shook his now limp and slightly oxygen-deprived body, found a relatively clean spot to sit, and took out his phone. He planned to call Captain Monet for help first, then contact Dean.
Anyway, Harry had no intention of going out until his colleagues from the detective bureau arrived.
He'd seen too many movies. In some cop films, right at the end, the naive protagonists would foolishly run out, get ambushed, and then there'd be a dramatic scene where one takes a bullet for the other...
Besides, he didn't trust the people from the local precinct either!
Harry wasn't stupid. These abnormal, pint-sized thugs clearly weren't locals. Otherwise, his friend Speed wouldn't have foolishly charged over with his guys, little pistols in hand, only to get themselves killed for nothing.
And remembering the attack he and Dean faced right when they arrived, Harry was sure the 'Mike Smith' case was behind all of this!
Dean was right. This case was far more troublesome than they had imagined!
Just then, DING-A-LING! His phone rang.
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden sound. Thank goodness no one called earlier, or what a stupid way that would've been to die!
After recognizing the caller, he answered the phone with some annoyance, "Dean, you bastard, calling me now? Do you have any idea this could have gotten me killed?"
"They've already left. Besides, for a veteran used to dodging bullets, keeping your phone on silent should be basic professional conduct. Buddy, you're being very unprofessional."
Harry: "..."
Having just been through a life-and-death situation, he was in no mood for banter. "Dean, I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. Where are you?"
"I was just watching over you from the shadows. Now I'm following that group, trying to see who's behind all this. Oh, and I spoke to Captain Monet ages ago. Just stay in your hiding spot. Don't come out until you get a call from Monet!"
With that, Dean, weaving through the alleys, hung up.
When Dean realized something was amiss, he had used Harry as bait.
These kids had clearly been professionally brainwashed. They weren't in their right minds and showed no fear of death, nor any natural aversion to injury or bloodshed.
Such methods immediately reminded Dean of the 'Source of Pain,' where Mike Smith had been.
The clinic had been one of their leads. But since even they were attacked, Dean figured the clinic staff were, in all likelihood, already dead.
The crucial part was that Dean and Harry had only just arrived, yet the enemy had already set a trap, waiting for them.
This was not normal!
Dean was very curious: how did the person behind all this know their movements?
This time, while tailing them, he was determined not only to find the mastermind but also to eliminate any rats that might be lurking in their midst!!!