Capítulo 1537: Chapter 716: Who Are You to Judge ? (3)
The most ironic thing is that in the most prominent position in the living room, there was a banner hanging of Dias in police uniform accepting a comndation as a “Model of Integrity.”
“Burn this disgusting thing!” the Lieutenant said, waving his hand in disgust.
The mistress and the legitimate wife of Dias were handcuffed and taken away together. All the shady “collections” in the apartnt were packed up as solid evidence of his dereliction and corruption.
The house raid lasted a whole day and night. In Morelia and surrounding areas, luxurious mansions were continuously breached, and the once arrogant officials’ families were led away, dejected, under the escort of soldiers, with loads of illicit money and goods sealed and transported to a temporary military warehouse.
Of course, so resisted.
Southern District Police Station, a slightly old five-story office building.
The Deputy Director’s office was located on the fourth floor, with windows directly facing the station’s small internal parking lot and entrance.
The Deputy Director’s na was Carter Zack, a police veteran in his thirties, with dark skin and a distinct scar on his face, supposedly a “dal” from a previous gunfight with a drug trafficking cartel.
He was once regarded as a hero in the police force, having achieved significant feats in the bloody war on drugs, received comndations, and appeared in newspapers.
He already had a reputation before Victor ca to power. When the army arrived in Michoacán, he “set things right” and beca part of the governnt.
This kind of person was too common at the founding…
With tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, can you guarantee everyone is good?
There were too many opportunists to count.
But at this mont, this forr “hero” was standing at the office window, with muddled and crazed eyes, staring fixedly downstairs.
Downstairs, three unmarked black SUVs had just parked, their doors opened, and the task force mbers were getting out under the protection of soldiers.
Their target was clear—Carter Zack.
The investigation team had received substantial reports that this forr “anti-drug hero” had long fallen into the grips of power and money.
Not only had he been embezzling for a long ti and using his authority to provide protection for gangs, but most heinous of all, he was suspected of colluding with a fraudulent dical institution in the state, controlling so helpless, especially physically or ntally disabled vagrants or impoverished people under the guise of “sheltering” or “assistance” and then… “disposing” of them, stealing their organs for illegal trading.
The report materials included so blurry but sufficient photos and accounting records as a basis for investigation.
Carter Zack did not choose suicide like his leader, Nelson Gutierrez, nor did he sit and await capture like others.
“You want to catch ? You want to judge ? With you rookies from the capital?!” he hissed softly through gritted teeth, the scar on his face twisted into an especially nacing snarl.
He spun around, rushed to a locked iron cabinet in the corner of his office, and unlocked it with a key to reveal a well-maintained sniper rifle with a high-powered scope!
This was a trophy he had seized from a sniper belonging to a drug lord he had killed years ago, which he kept privately, occasionally taking it to a suburban private shooting range for fun.
He skillfully mounted the sniper rifle on the windowsill, aiming through the blinds at the investigator officer walking towards the station entrance below.
His adjutant, a young police officer, heard the commotion and pushed open the door, was terrified by the scene: “Director… Director!”
“Get lost!” Carter Zack roared back without turning his head. “If they won’t let live, then we’ll die together! Where were they when I was risking my life fighting drug traffickers?! Now they preach to about the law? Bah!”
Downstairs, the investigator officer seed to sense sothing, raising his head to look at the fourth-floor window.
And just as he looked up—
“Bang!!!”
The sharp, loud sound of a sniper rifle shattered the station’s tranquility!
The bullet struck the officer’s chest with precision. His body jolted back several steps from the massive impact, falling directly to the ground, face-up!
A hole burst open in his back.
“Enemy attack!!!” The other task force soldiers downstairs reacted swiftly, imdiately seeking cover, with their guns pointed at the fourth-floor window.
The other police officers inside the station were also shocked by the sudden gunshot, all hiding, not daring to expose themselves.
Carter Zack, after hitting his target with a single shot, wore a cruel and satisfying smile. He didn’t stop but quickly operated the bolt action, ejected the shell, reloaded, and moved the gun to find another target.
While aiming, he shouted hoarsely through the window, his voice echoing in the parking lot:
“Co on, you sons of bitches! Co catch !!”
“I am an anti-drug hero! Carter Zack! I’ve killed more drug traffickers than you’ve ever seen! The scars on my body, those are my dals!!”
“Embezzlent? So what if I took so money?! When I was risking my life, who gave enough benefits?! This is what I deserve! Where’s my wrong?!”
His voice was filled with madness and resentnt as if pouring out years of repression and indignation.
“Wrong? What have I done wrong!!”
Downstairs, the investigation team soldiers had already called for reinforcents via radio and tried shouting back, launching a psychological offensive: “Carter Zack! Put down your weapon and surrender! You’re surrounded! Don’t make this any worse!”
But his roaring beca even more hysterical, pulling the trigger and shooting another round at the hood of a car the soldiers were using for cover, sparking a string of fire.
“Those handicapped! Those ntally challenged! They’re suffering alive! This world is too cruel to them! I let them go early, it’s a relief for them! What did I do wrong?! Their organs can save more useful lives, can bring money, can let live better! What’s wrong with that?! Survival of the fittest! That’s the rule of this world!!”
His twisted and horrifying “theory,” broadcasted through his shouting, sent chills down the spines of the soldiers listening below. This was no longer words a policeman, or even a human, could utter.
“I didn’t sell organs; that was reasonable resource utilization, waste utilization! What do you know?! You hypocrites!!”
He scread with a heart-wrenching voice, as if he were the one who had been terribly wronged.
At this mont, the rumbling sound of armored vehicles ca from afar. The military support unit, responding to the distress call, had arrived!
A wheeled armored personnel carrier smashed through the barriers of the station’s periter and charged in.
More soldiers jumped down from the vehicle, rapidly securing the periter.
The leading Army Major assessed the situation, looking at the fourth-floor window still firing and ranting continuously.
“Madman.”
He cursed softly, then ordered: “Assault team! Strong attack! The target is resisting stubbornly, authorized to shoot to kill!”
“Yes!”
A six-mber elite infantry assault team, under the cover of downstairs firepower, quickly stord into the station building.
Inside the office, Carter Zack heard the urgent footsteps and door-breaking sounds coming from downstairs.
He knew the final mont had arrived.
He abandoned the sniper rifle, drew the police-issued handgun from his waist, leaning against the office door, a smile mixed with desperation and madness on his face.
“Co on, co on… all of you… let see what you’ve got…”
“Bang!”
The office door was violently smashed open from outside by the soldiers using a battering ram!
At the mont the door opened—
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Carter Zack furiously pulled the trigger towards the doorway, emptying all the bullets in the handgun!
The two soldiers at the forefront quickly sidestepped and dodged, as the bullets struck the doorfra and walls, sending debris flying everywhere.
Almost at the sa ti as his bullets ran out—
“Ratatatatata—!!”
The assault rifles in the soldiers’ hands spewed deadly fire!
The dense bullets poured down on Carter Zack like a torrential rain!
His body convulsed violently from the massive bullet impact, with blood flowers blooming from his chest and abdon, driving him back repeatedly, eventually slamming heavily against the wall behind, then slowly sliding down, leaving a grueso bloodstain on the wall.
His eyes were wide open, the madness and anger in them gradually faded, leaving only an empty, ashen gray.
Still clutching the emptied handgun tightly in his hand.
The soldiers downstairs quickly moved forward to confirm the target’s death.
“Quick, quickly search the office for any clues.”
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