chapter 29

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In the dark of room, Shubman suddenly felt a cold, hard object press against the back of his head, sending a shiver down his spine. He froze in place, his body tensing with the realization that someone was behind him, holding a gun. He could feel his heart racing in his chest.

Despite the danger he found himself in, Shubman managed to keep his composure. As a detective, he was trained to handle high-pressure situations and maintain his composure under duress. He didn't want to show any sign of fear, even though a million thoughts were probably racing through his mind.

"Hands up," demanded a cold, familiar voice from behind him, causing Shubman's muscles to tense even more. He slowly raised his hands, his mind searching for a way out of this dangerous situation.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Shubman managed to ask, his voice surprisingly steady despite the gun pressed against his head. He hoped to get some answers, or at least stall for time to come up with a plan.

The person behind him chuckled darkly, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and menace. "You don't need to know my name," he replied, their tone cold and menacing. "And as for what I want, well, it's none of your concern. But I'll tell you what. Just cooperate, and nobody has to get hurt."

Despite the gun against his head, Shubman's training and instincts kicked in. He suddenly lunged forward, pivoting his body with a swift move. With a surprising amount of brute strength, he grabbed the forearm holding the gun and twisted it forcefully, disarming the person behind him. The gun clattered to the floor as Shubman launched a series of precise, rapid attacks, his fighting skills honed to perfection through his detective work.

The person, momentarily caught off guard by Shubman's surprise attack, quickly regained his composure. With a flash of anger and determination, he fought back, landing a hard blow to Shubman's chest. The impact caused him to stagger and fall to the ground with a thud, momentarily stunned.

The person, no longer unarmed, quickly bends down and grabs the dropped gun from the ground. They aim it directly at Shubman again, who is still on the ground, trying to catch his breath after the intense struggle.

Just as the person was about to make his escape, Shubman, showing remarkable determination and strength, managed to grab his ankle, tripping him and causing him to collapse to the ground. Despite the pain and exhaustion, Shubman rolled towards him and pinned him down, preventing any further escape attempts.

Shubman attempted to detain the person, but the person proved to be equally determined. With a quick move, he grabbed the file he had collected from the wardrobe and swung it, striking Shubman hard against his head with the corner. The impact sent a sharp pain through Shubman's skull as he stumbled back, disoriented.

As the person tried to rise to their feet and escape, Shubman, despite the injury to his head, refused to let him get away. With a swift and firm grip, he once again caught his ankle, causing him to stumble and fall hard on the floor with a thump.

In a desperate and angry move, the person, frustrated and cornered, pointed his revolver at Shubman and fired a bullet. The loud sound of the gun echoed through the office, filling the room with tension and fear.

Despite his best efforts to avoid the bullet, Shubman couldn't completely escape the harm. The bullet grazed his arm, leaving a superficial wound that instantly started bleeding. The sudden pain and realization of being shot sent a jolt through his body.

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm, and focused on the immediate threat in front of him. The situation had escalated, and he knew there was no room for error or hesitation.

the person, with a burst of strength, shoved Shubman back, he stumbled but quickly regained his balance. Seeing the person make a desperate run for the exit, Shubman instinctively reached for his own revolver. With a firm grip, he aimed and unloaded a few bullets In the dark, hoping to either hit his target or at least slow him down.

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