Chapter 180 Morning Visitors
Morning broke over the city, but peace was the last thing that came with the rising sun.
Chaos spread like wildfire as news ripped through the streets. Phones rang off the hook in newsrooms, government offices, and civilian homes. Headlines flashed across every channel. Reporters stood at crime scenes and outside precincts, their voices echoing the same unbelievable narrative.
The cousin of the police chief—Sam Michelle—had been brutally murdered inside the precinct.
Not in a dark alley. Not during a chase. Not in a trap.
Inside the most secure law enforcement building in the city.
But what rattled everyone more was how it happened. The killer had walked in like a shadow, took out multiple officers without killing them, slit Sam’s throat with surgical precision, and left without a trace. Eight more officers were found tied up on the rooftop—bound and gagged like criminals.
It was a humiliation. An insult. A challenge.
And the city wasn’t done reeling from that when another bombshell dropped: the infamous Boss of the Crimson Hand gang had been attacked the same night.
His most trusted assistant was dead—killed instantly with a single shot to the head. Boss himself had been shot in the eye, left to die. But he didn’t die.
No one could believe it. The bullet had somehow missed the most critical parts of his brain. The doctors called it a miracle. They had no better explanation.
People whispered in awe and fear.