The moment Luke kicked in the door,

Jackson, Jenny, and another person immediately sprang into action.

The man drew his handgun to cover Luke.

Jackson drew his handgun and posted at the back door.

Jenny, on the other hand, was on alert around the house while calling for backup.

The team cooperated seamlessly, following the action plan Luke had arranged in advance.

Luke kicked the door open and rushed into the house.

The man followed closely behind.

The black man ran past the hallway toward the direction of the stairs.

Luke chased determinedly behind him, and after entering the living room, he suddenly spotted a thin line on the floor, nearly tripping himself.

Luke stopped and grabbed the man, "Be careful, there's a trap on the floor."

Signaling the man to be cautious, Luke bent down to inspect and found one end of the thin line tied to the liquor cabinet and the other to the sofa; tripping over it would have surely resulted in a harsh fall.

Luke actually breathed a sigh of relief, at least one end of the line wasn't attached to a grenade.

The man warned, "The suspect has run upstairs."

Luke glanced at the staircase leading to the second floor, "He can't get away.

However, this guy is a tough one, with a strong sense of anti-surveillance, so be careful.

First, let's rescue the hostage and find out what's happening in the house."

"Got it."

The man stepped over the line and moved forward, seeing a black man tied to a chair in the living room next to a record player that was playing music.

This black man, in his forties, also fit Said McKin's description, but he was in a dire state now, gagged with a towel, pants pulled down, his chair stained with blood, his lower parts mutilated and unbandaged.

The man removed the towel from the black man's mouth, "We are the police, how are you feeling?"

"Bathroom, quick, go to the bathroom!" the black man screamed in agony.

"What's in the bathroom? Are there any other accomplices?"

"That bastard flushed my brother down the toilet!" despair was evident in the black man's voice.

Saving him was already a significant achievement; whether or not they could find his brother, Luke wasn't very concerned, "Are you Said McKin?"

"Yes, it's me."

"How many intruders are in your house?"

"Just one, only one deranged black man, he's a complete bastard.

How could he do this to me, I'm in so much pain, you must hurry up and stop the bleeding, help me retrieve…"

Hearing there was only one suspect, Luke instructed, "Marcus, stay with him, call an ambulance, don't let him die in pain.

I'll go after the suspect."

The man said, "I'll go after the suspect; you stay with him."

"Do as I say." Luke left those words behind and quickly moved towards the stairs.

Luke had a Bullet-Proof Card, so even if he couldn't capture the suspect, keeping himself safe wouldn't be a problem.

Soon Luke reached the second floor, which was spacious with a living room, four rooms, and an adjoining patio.

Luke carefully observed but couldn't spot where the suspect might be hiding; he didn't recklessly storm into any room, as the police had four operatives inside and outside the house, maintaining a decisive advantage.

Patrol officers were also on their way to support soon, and the advantage for the police would only grow stronger.

Therefore, Luke searched cautiously without rushing, prioritizing safety first.

Two of the four rooms had their doors open; Luke had to search them each in turn, guns in hands, as he approached the door of the first bedroom to check inside.

The room showed no sign of the suspect, who was likely hiding somewhere.

He peered through the door gap, saw no one hiding, and then quietly stepped into the bedroom.

Wardrobe, under the bed, behind the curtains, all the while keeping an eye on the doorway to prevent a surprise attack from behind.

"Bang!"

"Ah…"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang from downstairs.

Luke was surprised; the gunshot came from the living room downstairs.

Was there another suspect?

Or had the suspect made it back down to the first floor through another path?

Luke didn't have time to ponder; he immediately descended to investigate.

As Luke reached the staircase, he saw Marcus lying on the ground, "Marcus!"

While staying alert, Luke quickly moved to check on him. Marcus had no apparent injuries, and his breathing was normal, seemingly unharmed.

Luke scanned the surroundings and saw no suspicious figures; then he turned to the injured homeowner, Said McKin, "What happened just now? Who attacked him?"

"It was the psychopath torturing me.

He jumped down from the patio on the second floor onto the couch, it was so sudden, and it scared me terribly. The black police officer didn't react in time and got attacked.

That psychopath took his gun and knocked him out."

"fuck!"

This was Luke's first encounter with such a troublesome suspect.

However, the attacker had some bounds, as he didn't kill Marcus outright.

Otherwise, he could have easily shot Marcus dead.

Luke pulled out his walkie-talkie, "Jenny, get to the living room immediately, Marcus is hurt!"

"Roger that!" Jenny responded.

Luke questioned Said McKin, "Where did the suspect go?"

"He headed towards the back door..."

"Bang!"

As he finished speaking, another gunshot sounded from outside the door.

This gunshot came from the back door.

Luke guessed that Jackson might have fired it, and immediately went to provide support.

Please, let nothing go wrong!

...

At this moment, Jackson was also facing the biggest crisis of his career as a police officer.

The moment Jackson heard the gunshot, his heart raced, as Luke had tasked him to watch the back door to prevent the criminal from escaping.

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