Novel & Cerita Rdr2 Crime

“I’ll have their twenty percent wired and they should be on their way.” Alessandro began moving and Eric followed, their footsteps thudding in sync down the empty crematorium space while the retort rumbled faintly behind. He pushed the door open and got out into the scrapyard covered with heaps of metals and broken car parts littered across the grounds. Two police men in uniforms stood at the corner chugging down beer and chatting lowly between themselves. “What's the report?” Alessandro asked as soon as he approached them. The first man tipped his beer glass at him. “We’ll have it ruled as reckless driving. The DNA swapping is done, no further investigation will be pushed”

On the other side! Williams sports car, under the guidance of the police monitoring center, also arrived at Crim City! Along with him were James and a hundred bodyguards! Other than Williams, a few police cars also rushed down the highway. Williams looked behind him to find that midge had already left, before stepping out of the car. One of the police men in charge told Williams that there was no way to regulate the security of Crim City. Because there were high officials above, many cases could not be closed, so Crim City had become a chaotic city.

Story of my life. “Indeed. But I don’t blame you for it, for your intentions or whatever it is that pushed you to commit such crime.” I cringed at the terms she used but it was the truth. Hacking itself is a crime- let alone stealing. “I know people like you, tesoro. I mean, there are two classifications of people I am aware of in this world. One who devotes for money and the other who devotes for love. You, Dylan Ross, belong to the latter.”

A black SUV pulls over just before the barricade, where other patrol vehicles are and a young man, probably around twenty eight, in a long brown coat and a hat gets down from the vehicle, smoking a cigarette. Detective Richard's POV~ Driving into the wreck of a club, my driver pulled over just before the barricade where other police cars were. I got off and puffing my cigarette for the last time, I threw it on the floor, stomping it out with the heel of my brogue. Walking up to the two officers guarding the entrance to the crime scene, I greeted them. "How do you do, gentlemen? Tonight's a fine night, wouldn't you say?" I said to them, sighing blissfully as I stared up at the pretty stars tw

I’d eat it alive. It’s always this way with the guys who hang out in public areas. A twist under their skin, dark adrenalin rushing their veins. Filthy as ditch water, murky as their eyes. They’re looking for something, but when they get it they don’t know what they wanted to do with it, or why. Sometimes it’s fake—that consternation, that fear—but sometimes it’s not. There’s the City Library up in the capital. Coded knocks on bathroom stalls. Those scenic spots along the highways where people like to stop. Parks.

He will serve as Fionna's guide while she's doing her task. "Yeah, whatever." Evening came and all of the mafias left the headquarters, except Kaede. He was tasked to make a hard copy of the crimes reported in Ciudad Reál for the whole week. Murders, robbery, abduction, and even kidnapping were reported in just a span of one week. It's not new for the people in Ciudad Reál that a lot of crimes were reported in just a short period of time, especially in District 2 and 3. Kaede was about to close the door of the printing room when he heard that there are people talking in the room beside his.

he states, like giving him a casual piece of information. “Wait! Wait!” the man requests, his begging doesn’t get through the deaf ears. Without wasting a second Riley pushes him, the noise of water splash occurs after a while. He keeps a step forward and peeps down, the dark sea makes adrenaline rush through him. He steps back immediately and walks back to his car. One part of him satisfied at his actions while the other part shivers at his own actions. He stops by the car and looks down at the gun in his red hands. He draws a deep breath in and tosses the gun through the open window of the car, he picks a bottle of water from the dashboard and washes his hands, for the first time he’d got

I approach the dilapidated looking building with caution, wishing that my heels did not click so loudly on the street stones. Domenico sits behind the wheel of the car, a cigarette in his hand as he watched me walk. He had briefed me on the way over what to do and who to talk to, a small mission that was no doubt less about being successful at something and more about proving I am willing to do what I am told. After the conversation with his father I am afraid we are on thin ice and at any moment I may fall through. There are two men waiting near the doorway and when I approach they look me over. I am no threat and they know it.

the woman said coldly. “If you resist, we are authorized to smite you where you stand!” the man said indifferently. “Do you even know who you are here to arrest?” Drake yelled as he stepped forward. The two of them eyed Drake. “Drake, you are the Outlaw Department’s third grade criminal. What a coincidence! We can arrest you too,” the woman said. Drake’s face immediately turned stormy. “Why am I only a third grade criminal when I’ve killed so many people? I should merit at least the second grade!” He was very displeased about this.

New York was no longer the dazzling city of skyscrapers and shining lights at night. In the past few days, it had turned into a crime-ridden battleground. Robberies were happening everywhere. Kidnappings had skyrocketed. Street gangs operating under the name of Nuovo Ordine roamed the city corners, hunting for prey. Even worse, women walking alone at night were no longer just targets of theft—they became victims of the lawless gang’s rapes. Even the police presence didn’t guarantee safety. Those who dared to patrol the streets to stop the crimes ended up becoming targets of brutal attacks themselves.