Killing Stalking Police Officer Novels & Stories

she cried, her words muffled by tears and anguish. "Officer Smokes, we need to maintain our position. The thing that killed them could still be here," Sergeant Chriswell warned, his voice filled with urgency and a growing sense of disbelief. He referred to the killer as a "thing" because he couldn't fathom how a single person could eliminate highly trained officers so swiftly, without a single cry or scream. Then, in a sudden blur of movement, Officer Smokes' head was brutally severed from her body, her lifeless gaze locked on the sergeant as her head rolled across the floor.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

Two casually dressed police officers---detectives, asked in an official tone. Zoe nodded and opened her mouth, but only the same incomprehensible sounds from before came out. "I apologize, but perhaps some of her nerves haven't fully recovered. The patient is having difficulty speaking." The nurse explained as she walked out, not wanting to get involved with the police. "Oh, we understand. In that case, you can listen." The police officers took out documents and raised them before Zoe, indicating for her to read along. "This is the verdict issued by the judge. You've been found guilty of stalking Maxwell Taylor. And..."

I quickly defended. I’m sure that I never touched the gun. “The bullet went directly from his back where the heart was located, that’s the cause of his death.” “They caught me carrying the officer, he was in front of me so how does it happen that I killed him when the bullet was shot from the back?” I asked. “I think this is framed, Jada. The officers said that maybe you pretended to carry him to make the crime look like someone shot him.” “That’s insane, I’m also a victim here! If I didn’t fight maybe I was one of their rape victims, Drake!” I exclaimed furiously, how could they blame me for someone’s else death?

They both ended up with an idea which is to report to the police station, morning comes when Mike is taking some pictures of the vault and another place then an hour later he drives to the police station and asks for some help, as Mike keeps on talking about his concern then an officer in front of him is one of the people who involved in killing his brother when it ask the picture of his brother. The officer widens their eyes for a second and then stares at Mike planning to kill him as well but he changes his plan, instead, he tells to Mike that they will do everything to find pieces of information and informs him about the updates hearing this from the officer Mike feels comfortable as Mike

The undercover police officer stammered, shouting the last part. “Son of a whore,” Vincenzo repeated his last statement. His dark, dangerous and deadly gaze locking into that of the undercover police officer. “If you kill me. There will always be someone else,” The undercover police officer cried in fear. “It will be my pleasure shedding your blood. Now go to sleep,” Vincenzo said. He drove the dagger into the police officers mouth. The moment he opened it to speak. The dagger burst of from the back of his neck, killing him on the spot. Blood filled Vincenzo’s arm, little stains touching his white sleeves.

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

-“Forty policemen were found dead, witnesses say they saw a man dressed in black spandex with two black swords, riding a black power bike. The police suspect this man to be the assassin and a very skilled one at that. The corpses of the forty police officers were in a grotesque state that shouldn't be shown to the public. They were butchered like animals. The target of this assassin seems to be a college professor, Mr Emmanuel Olewike. The Commissioner of Police has sworn to find this assassin who calls himself Black Heart.” I turned off the TV, tossed the remote on the couch and left the room for the bathroom. Hollow Reaper had already gotten me info on the next target. Another college prof

It’s so pathetic that a criminal killed a police officer. ‘Officer Vincent shot dead after many tortures, his corpse also discovered in terrible condition with many scratches and fresh wounds including Red Rose tucked in the square pocket.’ ‘Again, a corpse found in a blind spot, no trace of the killer.’ ‘Who is this Red Rose a brutal killer? Is there any psychopath or immortal? Why police can’t be able to trace any single clue about the preparator?’ ‘Officer Vincent’s murder is a tremendous blow on the entire police department’s ability.’

I cocked the sniper and aimed towards the police chief again, but this time, the man was crawling on the ground, barking something at the other police officers who were firing shots in our direction. Two of them came forward, protecting the old man as he crawled like a toddler and hid behind a black police car. I aimed the sniper at the head of one of the officers and shot him dead; his blood scattered across the floor as he dropped to the floor. The other officer stared at his fallen comrade, screamed in fury, and pointed his gun in my direction. I pulled the sniper down, ducking under the car I was hiding behind. The goon standing to my right, still shooting, was hit. His blood splashed on