1 End of the road.
An alley in New York City.
"Stop! Hands up and don't move!"
A young private investigator shouted with the full force of his lungs as he pointed his gun at a man standing in front of him.
"...Be careful, you can blow your finger off with that thing...hehehehe."
The man being pointed at with the gun did not show the slightest sign of fear and just laughed and jokingly replied to the young man.
"If you move I'm going to..."
"You're going to what? shoot me? Kill me? What makes you think you're going to make it? Besides, you've already read the articles of the other officers and special forces teams that came across me, just turn around and leave. You brat."
The man told the young man, recalling the previous finals that the other police and government forces had encountered in confronting him.
"...."
The young man slowly began to feel that he should take a step back and retreat, while at the same time under his gun a few centimeters, but quickly got into a firm position again pointing his gun. Knowing that if he let the man escape in front of him, the only thing he would find again in the news would be more victims.
"I won't repeat it again, put your fucking hands up or I'll shoot you right here!!!"
The young man despite knowing that the man in front of him was a murderer and also a cannibal, he wanted to at least avoid spilling more blood than there was already in the streets.
"You're persistent, brat, I'll give you that."
The man said, beginning to move to one side of the alley, approaching a garbage can.
"I'm afraid I have to go, I'll see you another time, brat."
The man said.
Clack!
At the same time, the man kicked the garbage can, which went towards the young man who was a few meters away, hitting him and making him fall on the ground, the young investigator had been unable to react at that moment and found that he had been thrown to the ground and his gun had fallen somewhere in that alley.
"hehehe, it's always easy."
The man said turning around with the intention of escaping again.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Four loud sounds were suddenly heard in that alley, four shots had been fired by the young detective who pulled out a gun he had hidden.
The four shots hit the man's back immediately causing him to stop momentarily, but somehow he didn't lie on the ground screaming in pain. He just turned his head slightly looking at the young detective lying on the floor with his arm raised and the gun still smoking in his hand.
The man simply smiled as he turned around and turned his head slightly to one side, revealing a smile that would make anyone wants to run away.
"Courage tends to appear in the most unexpected and unnecessary moments... Don't you think?"
The man said as the faint light in the distance grew closer and closer, at that moment the man extended both arms looking up at the sky.
"You have two bullets left, don't you?"
The man said, causing the very soul of the young detective to freeze at that moment, watching in horror as the man simply stood and spoke casually after being shot.
The young detective did not think twice and immediately pulled the trigger and the shots resounded again in the alley.
Bang.
Bang.
The man at the time received the young detective's last two bullets with open arms, feeling no lament or resentment.
The weight of his body began to make it more difficult for him to stand, and he decided to sit on the floor with his legs crossed, still watching the detective who remained lying on the floor still, in shock at the fact that he had killed someone.
"First time you shoot, huh? Tell me, how does it feel?"
The man asked while the detective slowly began to recover from the shock and recharged his revolver again even lying on the floor.
"Don't rush. I'm not going anywhere...hehehehe."
Coughing.
Coughing.
The man sitting on the floor jokingly said both coughing and spitting blood, obviously already affected by the collapse of his own body.
The detective regained his composure, noticing that there was an elderly lady peering out of a window, watching the situation carefully. He decided to make use of that opportunity.
"Lady. Call the police, immediately!"
The lady, clearly agitated, went back into her apartment and then appeared with a telephone in her hand, clearly calling the police.
"It seems to be the end of the road..."
The man seated said, recognizing his own awaited end. Somehow he had never thought of catching himself, much less stop killing, but a certain sensation demanded that he stop his absurd killing.
The detective limped up to the man sitting and aimed from a distance at him, while using his other hand to press on the part of his rib, possibly he suffered injuries from the garbage can that hit him earlier.
"Nomad Kruger, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent and anything you say will be used against you."
The young detective said, clearly seeing the smile on Nomad's face, who had already died because of his multiple wounds and remained in the same position because of his posture.
"....I will need a vacation after this..."
The young detective said, as he disarranged his tie and listened as the city went completely insane, because the patrols came madly into the alley where an elderly lady had announced a murder on the phone.
