Chapter 50 Arrival Of The Police
Liam pressed his back against the wooden counter, gripping the pistol tightly in his left hand while blood trickled from the bullet wound in his shoulder. His breathing was uneven, but his mind remained sharp, calculating his next move. He knew they were coming—he could hear their footsteps creeping closer. The sound of shifting boots against the tiled floor echoed in the hallway, and his sharp instincts told him they were closing in from behind.
Instead of panicking, he closed his eyes and waited.
The moment the first man came into view, Liam struck like a viper.
He lunged from his hiding spot, his body moving with a burst of raw force as he drove the knife into the man’s leg. The blade sank deep into muscle and bone, drawing a guttural scream from his victim.
Liam didn’t stop there.
He released the knife, leaving it embedded in the man’s leg, and used the momentum to leap up. His entire body twisted mid-air, his injured shoulder screaming in protest, but his focus was unshaken. With a sharp inhale, he raised his pistol and fired.
BANG!
The bullet ripped through the man’s lower jaw. Blood and shattered teeth splattered against the wall as the force of the shot sent him tumbling backward. His hands went limp, and the weapon he had been holding slipped from his grip.
But it wasn’t just any gun.
Liam’s sharp gaze locked onto it before it hit the ground—
A Heckler & Koch MP5.