AN UNFORGIVING VIXEN

The silence that enshrouded the street was very loud. The only thing that broke the silence was the crunching of twigs as the detective and his men got up from where they had been hiding and slowly walked up to the bodies that were on the ground. They looked around, making sure that they weren't being watched by anybody around. He had to make sure that they avoided any kind of ambush.

The detective surveyed the aftermath of the chaotic shootout, and when he was sure that there was nobody around, he gently put back his gun into his belt and bent down to check the pulse of the criminals. The air was still thick with the smell of gunpowder and the blood of his victims. His eyes quickly darted to Mason's forehead when he saw blood oozing from there.

He liked what he saw. Getting closer, he peered into Mason's face and that's when he saw the bullet wound. He was long dead and he was still covered in his own blood, as was his accomplice. Despite the gruesome scene, he let out a smile.

He
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