Chapter 48: Upcoming Administrative Leave

Looking at the empty stairs and the bloodstains on the ground spilling to the left, with a wall on his left, York changed his gun-holding posture again, restored his original gun-holding posture, and moved the muzzle to the right side of his body.

The key is to change according to the terrain at any time.

York was very fast. While he was hiding close to the wall, he quickly cut corners and used sound to locate the target. He did not find the target and quickly moved to the right, appearing in the middle direction of the main gate.

“He really ran away.”

Looking at the blood on the ground and the wide-open back door, York put his hands around, held the gun at eye level, lowered his posture, and moved quickly towards the back door in small steps.

This allows him to shoot from a high position and also react quickly to counterattack, switch hands or reach out for shoulder-level precision shooting.

Yorks kept looking left and right, including the window in front, and quickly moved to the back door. He immediately understood why the serial killer ran away instead of using the familiar terrain to fight back.

Because he was dying, he was lying on the lawn in the backyard, the blood kept flowing out and dyed the green grass beneath him red, his breathing was rapid and his eyes showed signs of distraction, and the Remington M870 shotgun in his hand had already fallen to the other side, proving that he didn't even have the strength to hold the gun.

Seeing the bald driver who had just been ticketed this morning lying in a pool of blood, York's tense body finally relaxed. He exhaled heavily, freed his left hand, pointed the gun at the bald driver with his right hand, and kicked away the Remington M870 shotgun next to him.

His second shot may have hit the serial killer in the heart instead of the left shoulder and chest.

"who are you?"

The bald driver, who was lying in a pool of blood, felt powerless due to the severe pain. He looked at York who was putting the Beretta 92Fs pistol into the holster and said weakly as if he had a last burst of energy.

His biggest mistake was not because he was distracted by juggling both sides, but because he underestimated the enemy. He thought he was just an ordinary patrolman, but he turned out to be a very strong and fierce man, and every move he made was at a very professional tactical level.

This extremely fast shooting speed, beyond the reaction of ordinary people, and extremely accurate shooting level, he was shot just as he reacted, which means that his reaction was at least one second slower than the opponent.

And this second can already decide life or death.

Such tough guys are rare in the army.

York said calmly as he looked at the bald driver lying in a pool of blood with his eyes dazed.

"Just an ordinary patrolman who wants to push his limits."

"Haha, patrolman?" The bald driver raised the corner of his mouth, and then the charm in his eyes disappeared and slowly darkened.

Another life disappeared under York's gaze, but York's eyes did not fluctuate at all, he just sighed.

"I'm afraid I'll have to take paid leave again."

Thinking this in his mind, York walked back into the house to see if there were any living victims.
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Boom!

boom!
The two very distinct gunshots made Kino a little afraid to breathe, and his eyes were filled with worry about York.

"Damn it!"

After the gunshots, there was a dead silence. Kino couldn't stand to stay in the house any longer, looking at the silence. He took a deep breath, grabbed the inner door handle with his left hand, pulled out his service pistol, Glock 17, bent down, got out of the car, and walked quickly towards the street.

Although he was a rookie and did not have much military quality, Kino really could not bear the dead silence after the gunshots. Even being scolded by York afterwards would be better than the psychological torment he was suffering now.

"Don't be nervous! Nervousness is a weakness, Gino."

Kino crouched and hid behind the fence in the front yard, trying to give himself courage and prepare to climb over the fence.

But at this moment, what startled him and made him stop moving, and he stopped abruptly on the fence, was that the main door of the house suddenly opened.

Kino's heart tightened and he subconsciously raised his gun, but a familiar voice made him stop.

"Don't shoot, it's me!"

Kino's feet were still at the fence. He stared at York, who appeared at the door after the sound prompt, with wide eyes, and blinked again and again.

"What are you still doing there?" Seeing Kino's silly look, York opened the door and said helplessly, but he felt a little warm in his heart.

The only reason a rookie would get out of the car and rush over was for him.

"Ah, York." Kino came back to his senses, turned over awkwardly, and said awkwardly while putting away his gun.

"it's over?"

York sighed, "If you really want to help, you might as well stay in the car, otherwise I will either be beaten to death by the suspect or by you."

Kino gave an awkward smile. He was indeed about to raise his gun to shoot. If the sound had not come first, he would have really shot.

York was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. He subconsciously looked towards the intersection. He could already hear the sound of a car engine.

The next second, one car after another appeared at the intersection in the distance. Behind these two cars were two police cars painted in black and white, with the warning lights on them constantly changing colors.

"They are coming! Yorks." Kino shouted excitedly.

"I know." York twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed as he looked at the group of cars coming towards him.

"It's a pity that the suspect has been accidentally killed by me!"

Kino looked confused and turned to look at York.
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Cars, including police cars, parked one after another at No. 267 Nanda Street Block, had already attracted the attention of nearby neighbors.

Some people who live here stand on the lawn in front of their homes and look over there.

Originally they had called the police because of the gunshots, but now that the police have arrived they are left with only curiosity. While ensuring absolute safety, no one can escape the mentality and law of watching the show, after all, there are always onlookers no matter where you are.

What made them extremely emotional was that two police officers came out of the house carrying a stretcher covered with white cloth.

"We didn't find the missing victims, but we did find some items that might belong to other victims. They were all women's bras, and there were a lot of them. If I'm not mistaken, this guy might have more lives than the original five missing victims."

Chris followed the two police officers, walked out of the house, glanced at the calm Yorks, and said to Gregory who was standing next to him.

"Five bodies that had begun to decompose were dug out in the backyard. We are still trying to identify whether they are missing victims. Considering the documents he carried with him when he left today, this guy must have been ready to leave a long time ago."

Chris said, closing the clipboard and looking at York sincerely.

"Well done, York! You shot the bastard to death!"

Gregory looked at the stretcher covered with white cloth that revealed the outline of a human figure and nodded in agreement: "Luckily he attacked you first, otherwise this guy might still be alive and well."

What the two said was indeed true, and they also thought it was a good thing to kill York.

Because whether in history or now, there are many serial killers who are still alive and living comfortably.

The reason for this is that a serial killer with many murders on his hands only needs to reveal the burial location of the next unknown victim during the sentencing to go through the procedure again. However, a retrial means taking a lot of time and energy, and having to bear the pressure from the victims' families and public opinion.

Therefore, in order to solve the problem once and for all, the prosecutor who takes over will usually reach a behind-the-scenes deal with the murderer, just to make the murderer tell everything at once or shut up.

"Oh, you guys are happy, but I might have to be put on administrative leave again and be summoned and investigated by those gloomy-looking guys. It's so annoying!"

York listened to the 0.5 available attribute point bonus ringing in his ears and sighed at the two people with twitching faces.

"Seriously, you need to make it up to me!"

Gregory and Chris looked at each other and both raised the international hand sign.

"f***"

(End of this chapter)