Killing Stalking Police Officer Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.’

All I could see was Soren, his eyes fluttering, consciousness slipping away. “Drop your weapon!” the officer yelled at Alaric, but Alaric’s gaze remained locked on me, his face twisted with rage. He pointed the gun again, taking a step forward. The police shot him in the leg, bringing him to the ground before he could reach me. They moved to arrest him, but my attention was only on Soren—on the blood pooling around him.

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

Something crossed through his expression but it quickly passed before she could realize what it was. "We are here." He announced. She looked outside the windows and they were at the front of the police station. He turned off the car and they both came out. They headed inside the station and Officer Damon, he led them to an interrogation room, they stayed outside watching through the glass while Officer Damon entered inside. The culprit looked a bit young, she had never seen him before so why was he stalking her? "What did you say is the reason for stalking Miss Zendel?" He looked at Officer Damon. "I told you, she seemed intriguing so I thought it would be nice to know more about her."

She didn't want to enter and get lost or better yet be caught out by him. An hour passed, and Alissa started to wonder if she had even seen right. Had Aron gotten in there? Sirens where ringing and she saw that they came from ambulances and police cars that had come and parked. People were rushing out of the car, there was so much commotion. Stretchers were being removed, police offer rushed out and she decided to stop one of the police officers. "Sorry Sir, what is going on?" "There was a huge shooting, six people were shot, and we don't know if they are any survivors. So, if I were you, I would leave, before there is another breakout."

I never wanted to kill Katharine, but seeing she had a thing for creating trouble where she shouldn't, maybe it was time for the poetic killer to pay her a visit. I read through the text she sent to Andre. Joining the police was part of my first big move. It was playing it's part decently. Providing with the right cover under their noses while they search for a criminal out there. Gave me the resource I needed to keep track of his every move. I read through the message, aww... So heart touching. I drove down to her house, waiting just outside, again thanks to the police, stalking a civilian was easy. She walked out of the house, highlighted into her car.