I Will Protect You |Taekook|

Part 36

Author's pov

The sun's rays shone brightly, spreading our golden warmth. People would do their work. In their normal routine, without any fear of a mafia behind you, or that you were being kept a hostage just because you were invited as a guest.

No, not every single person was happy. Some, some, were heartbroken. Betrayed. Forced. And most of all, they were lost of trust. Not everyone had the right to be happy, but, on the other hand, the right to be sad.

The police sirens rang throughout the city. They all headed to a single and common point. And that's where the people were desperate to be freed, be happy and peaceful again, even though they've done no crime.

A familiar police car stopped outside a huge building that cast shadows, looking almost beautiful, if people never knew what was happening inside. An officer stepped out, dressed in a hurry so that his left collar looked higher than the right because of the clumsy buttoning.

But his expression was all set. Courageous and very powerful.

Next to him, many more cars had arrived and officers were flooding out, all with their guns pointing out in a threatening manner.

An officer huffed as he surveyed the whole area, looking out for any signs of the enemies, but he found there was no one in view. He put his hands on his hips and looked back, tired, and signed his other companions.

"Aish, I still am not able to process how a mafia can be so careless as to not put any guards around for duty." One of them said.

The tired officer, Scott, nodded and fished out his walkie-talkie, "Sir, we've seen the entire area but presently there're no signs of-" he suddenly stopped as if his voice had avoided coming out.

He could see them. Dressed in red suits. He gulped and for the last minute he spoke in his device, "We'll report soon, sir."

He signed his officers.

They moved slowly, their ears strained for the slightest of noise.

An officer at the back shouted, "There!" And fired his gun into the sky, towards the raised ceiling above the front doors. A bullet fired back, and the officer dropped dead on the road.

The firing began.
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Inside the hall, before the firing had begun, the guards were having fun with the hostages who were being scared to their deaths to the point they couldn't move.

"You know why we haven't killed you yet?" A guard continued saying as he paced around, eyeing the people who had their hands cuffed and mouths gagged. "Because y'all are our weapons against the police. They won't do anything until we set you free. And you know, we will never let you go free unless that Jeon dolt has been caught."

A man sobbed. He struggled to sit in the correct position since he had been sitting on his knees for so long that they felt non-existent. Tears dripped down his eyes.

The guard noticed it and snickered, "Very well, I notice I've become tired of talking to voiceless humans, so please, free him, Denis."

The guard named Denis reached out and pulled the gag away from the man's mouth. He gasped for air and threw his head on the floor, breathing heavily.

Denis laughed, "Look at you. Gasping like 'n animal.

The guards around laughed stupidly. "Why, must I say, we have pathetic animals like you. George, you gotta message the boss."

The previous man, George, smirked, "No worries, there, man. If we go against him we'll-"

"Why are you doing this with us!? What have we done with you!? Can't you just free us?" The man whose gag had been opened shouted helplessly. "Please. I have two children and a wife. I need to return to them. Please."