The Last Spade Master

CHAPTER 2: He did that again

'Click...Click...Click'

Police Line Do Not Cross tape was set up around the crime scene.

"Is it true that the previous murder and this one were done by the same person?"

"This is the second murder in the past two weeks. Are there any suspects in this case?"

"What measures did the police department take?" The reporters continuously fired questions one after another at the chief superintendent of police.

The chief superintendent calmly replied, "We are currently in the middle of the investigation. Till now there are no suspects, but both the victims are local thugs who are involved in petty theft and robbery."

"As per the information, it seems that there was a spade card found in both the crime scenes. Is this the work of a serial killer?" a reporter questioned.

The chief furrowed his brows and said, "There's no such thing. Please don't spread such rumors." He warned in a strict tone and left the place.

In the chief's office, He slammed his hands on the table and shouted, "What in the hell are you guys still doing, and how the heck did the reporters find out about the spade? Didn't I warn you not to leak the information?" His forehead veins were bulging, and he seemed to be extremely frustrated. The cops around the table lowered their heads.

Suddenly an inspector barged into the room and said, "Sir, just like last time, all we got is a single spade card. No fingerprints, no weapons, no evidence. Even the thugs with him said that all they saw was a flash of light."

The chief heaved a heavy sigh and placed his hands at the edge of the table. He seemed to be in deep thought. After a few minutes,

"Call the Squad 13 and inform them to assemble for an emergency meeting," he barked the orders and left the room.

Murmurs can be heard around the table.

"Squad 13! Hasn't it dissolved years ago?" Someone in the crowd inquired, with surprise evident in his tone.

"Dissolved! What nonsense are you spouting? Don't let the chief hear your bullshit," came the strict voice of the senior lieutenant.

The policeman apologized to his superior.

"Aren't the rumors about Squad 13 being dissolved true?" asked a confused policeman.

The senior lieutenant looked at him skeptically and yelled at him, "Which dog ate your brain?"

"Did you think Squad 13 is a hooker to attend you whenever you call? They are as expensive as our wives. They attend only when the situation calls," harrumphed the senior.

In the middle of Worcester city, there lies a highly guarded mansion by the men in black, their senses high as a radar, ready to shoot even if a fly trespasses.

'Bam...Bam...Bam...'

The sound of hitting a punching bag echoed throughout the gym inside the mansion. A man in his late twenties punched the bag with force. His tanned muscles flexed, and his veins bulged every time he hit the bag. Sweat trickles its way down to his well toned six packs and into his low waist boxer pants. His forest green eyes appear as sharp as those of an eagle, ready to catch its prey and feast on it.

"It's 6.30 a.m." A robotic voice sounded from his watch. Hearing the alarm, he stopped his punches, took off the wrist strap, and removed the boxing gloves. He wiped off the sweat from his body with the towel beside the table. He gulped the bottle of water as his adam apple blopped up and down smoothly.

He heard someone knocking the door and furrowed his brows. The butler entered the gym. Seeing the panicked face of the butler, he questioned in a dark voice " What did he do this time?"

The butler stammered and replied " Yo...Yo...Young master did that again".