Inspector Bachmann shook his head firmly. "No."Romeo eyed him skeptically. "Are you sure?" he pressed on, his suspicion was evident in his tone."Come on Romeo, more than just a policeman, I am a man of integrity and I value people's privacy. By the way, you are just a suspect of a crime and not a culprit, coupled with that I hold you in a high regard, why would I suspect any of your calls?" Inspector Bachmann defended himself with a hint of exasperation.Romeo quickly scanned through the missed calls and voice notes, relieved to see that none had been marked as read, indicating that none had been listened to.Inspector Bachmann's honesty struck a chord with Romeo, and he found himself developing a newfound respect for the man."Can you please excuse me for a minute?" Romeo requested, needing a moment to collect his thoughts."Sure. But don't be gone for too long," Inspector Bachmann replied, his tone firm yet understanding.Finding a quiet corner within the police station, Romeo dia
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Romeo navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the prison facility, his senses heightened as he followed the echo of screams. Each step brought him closer to the source of the distress, his heart pounding in rhythm with the urgency of his mission.As he rounded a corner, the cacophony of violence grew louder, guiding him towards a dimly lit closet tucked away in a secluded corner of the prison. With bated breath, Romeo pushed open the door, revealing a scene of brutality that made his blood run cold.Two of the brute's enforcers stood over Stanley, their fists raining down on him with merciless force. Stanley's desperate cries for help pierced the air, a haunting symphony of pain and fear."What the fuck is this? Help!" Stanley's voice echoed off the walls, pleading for salvation.Romeo's muscles tensed with fury as he charged at the enforcers, his primal instincts driving him forward with unbridled rage. But the enforcers were quick to e
Enraged by Romeo's audacious act, the brute's face contorted with fury, his fists clenching as he rose from the wreckage of the overturned table. His lackeys, fueled by a mix of anger and humiliation, surged forward, their movements a chaotic blur of violence and desperation.One lackey, his face twisted into a snarl, lunged towards Romeo with a primal roar, his fists aimed at Romeo's head with the intent to deliver a punishing blow. But Romeo, fueled by adrenaline and instinct, sidestepped the attack with lightning reflexes, his body moving with the fluidity of a dancer.In one swift motion, Romeo seized the lackey's outstretched arm, twisting it with expert precision until a sickening crack echoed through the room. The lackey cried out in agony, his hand now dangling limply at his side as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his dislocated limb in agony.Meanwhile, another lackey, emboldened by his companion's failed assault, rushed towards Romeo with a flurry of punches and kick
Inside the confines of the prison walls, surrounded by the echoes of his own violent outburst, Romeo felt the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. He couldn't shake the image of the lackey's lifeless body, the result of his own uncontrollable anger.The knowledge that he had let his emotions get the better of him filled him with shame. He had always prided himself on his self-control, but in that moment of chaos, he had lost all sense of restraint.As he was escorted to his cell, the reality of his actions hung over him like a dark cloud. He couldn't escape the truth of what he had done, and the remorse gnawed at him with each passing moment.Suddenly, Inspector Bachmann burst into the office. "What is this? Why did you guys call me back?" His voice was sharp with urgency and confusion.The officer in custody whispered in Inspector Bachmann's ear, "He killed someone. An inmate.""How…how did it happen?" Extreme shock was etched on Inspector Bachmann's face."It probably must ha
Three days later, Romeo found himself fully dressed in the orange prison overalls, spending time with Stanley. "Your wounds are gradually healing up," Romeo observed, examining Stanley's battered face."Yes, I am glad my condition is getting better. What about you? I heard that you are to appear in court for killing one of Leo's lackeys. I hope nothing would happen to you?" Stanley inquired with concern.Romeo remained silent for a moment before replying, "I'm holding up.""What do you mean by you are holding up?" Stanley looked confused."So, when are you getting your new glasses?" Romeo asked, noticing Stanley's lack of eyewear."I don't know. The doctor didn't specify when I would get new glasses," Stanley replied with a hint of frustration.After a moment's thought, Romeo broached a sensitive topic. "Stanley, that reminds me, why are you in jail? I mean, you look really innocent to me."Stanley heaved a sigh. "It's complicated.""Do you want to share it or not?""It was during pr
Suddenly, the mysterious man took out his dark sunshades and spread out his coat to make his mouth visible, it was only then that Romeo recognized him."Thompson, what are you doing here?""Come on my prince, did you ever think that we would let you die as easy as this?""Hmmm, that is sweet of you. How did you find me?""Joseph Schultz sent word to us.""And how many of you are here?""A hundred!"Romeo's eyes widened in astonishment as Lt. General Thompson's revelation sank in. About a hundred soldiers, loyal to his cause, were lurking in the shadows, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The magnitude of their commitment left Romeo speechless, a mixture of disbelief and gratitude flooding his senses."That's... incredible," Romeo stammered, struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the operation orchestrated to ensure his safety.Lt. General Thompson's eyes gleamed with determination, his posture exuding readiness for any command from his prince. "Yes, my prince. We
As Romeo's mind raced with questions and uncertainties, the courtroom fell silent as the judge, a stern-looking man with a commanding presence, entered the room.The judge, a matured man of about sixty years old, exuded an air of authority as he entered the courtroom. Clad in a flowing black robe that billowed behind him, he moved with purpose, his steps echoing in the hushed chamber. With a steady gaze and an unwavering demeanor, he commanded respect from all who beheld him.Upon his presence, everyone in the courtroom stood up as a form of respect and solidarity to the judge.Upon reaching the raised platform, the judge ascended the steps with measured strides, each movement deliberate and assured. As he reached the high-backed chair at the center of the room, he paused, casting a penetrating glance over the assembled crowd. With a slight nod, he settled into his seat, the weight of his presence filling the room and setting the tone for the proceedings to come."Order in the cou
"Thank you, Mr. Smith," the judge interjected, his voice was firm yet impartial. "And now, Miss Blackwood, it is time for your closing argument. Please proceed."Miss Blackwood rose once again, her posture poised and confident. She glanced briefly at Romeo, offering him a reassuring nod before turning her attention back to the jury."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she began, her voice was steady, "you have seen and heard the evidence presented in this case. You have seen the circumstances that led to the tragic events of that day. Now, it is time to consider what truly matters—justice."She walked to the center of the courtroom, her gaze sweeping over the jurors. "The prosecution would have you believe that Mr. Stewart is a criminal, but nothing could be further from the truth. He is a man who found himself in a life-threatening situation and acted to protect himself. Isn't that what any of us would do in such circumstances?"Miss Blackwood paused, allowing her words to sink in. "