I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Karen felt a burning sensation on her face as she listened to Elmer's vulgar taunts, as if she had been slapped hard across the face.

She felt a chill run through her body and couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt.

He realized he hadn't listened to Miller and insisted on firing, and had even lost his gun.

This has led to us being completely passive and at the mercy of others.

However, there's no going back now.

Karen had no choice but to steel herself and plead with Elmer in a weak voice:

"I've done as you said, please release Inspector Miller..."

"What? You want me to release this guy?"

Elmer's smile widened.

He grabbed Miller by the hair and shoved the unconscious Miller to the ground.

Miller's head already had a gash from being smashed open, and blood spurted out, flowing all over the ground.

Elmer was still not satisfied, so he stomped hard on Miller's wounded shoulder and ground it into it.

Even though Miller had fallen into a coma, his face still showed an expression of extreme pain.

My body twitched in pain.

Upon seeing this, Karen's eyes widened in horror, and she almost burst into tears.

"Stop! Why are you still doing this?"

"Because you all owe me this!"

Elmer spat fiercely in Miller's face, gritting his teeth as he said:

"You bunch of Federation hyenas, you inhuman bastards, every single one of you deserves to die! You're the ones who made me homeless, and today I'm going to collect some interest from you!"

Karen was on the verge of collapse in despair, screaming in agony:

"You can't do this! I've already surrendered my weapons as you said! Why won't you let us go!"

"I said I wanted you to put down your gun, not that I wanted to release the people."

Elmer interrupted Karen with a sneer, saying disdainfully:

"And I didn't expect you to be so stupid, so obedient like a male dog. To be honest, the wild boars I've seen in Vietnam are smarter than you."

Karen's mind went blank; it almost exploded.

She watched as Elmer's foot ground down on Miller's head again, and instinctively wanted to rush up and fight Elmer.

"Don't move!"

Elmer immediately yelled, pointed his gun at the unconscious Detective Miller on the ground, and put his finger on the trigger:

"Take one more step and I'll blow his head off. Want to see your superior's brains splattered all over your face, you filthy bitch?"

Karen stood frozen in place, endless regret washing over her mind like a waterfall.

Only now did she finally realize the truth.

How rigid, foolish, and idiotic I am to always adhere to the procedures and regulations in the "New York Police Manual" and stick to them so rigidly.

I always thought everyone should follow the rules.

Just minutes before, he had argued with Detective Miller about this.

If it weren't for his own hypocrisy, which prevented him from shooting the elderly Black woman, Miller wouldn't have been captured.

If it weren't for my naiveté, believing that Elmer would keep his promise, the situation wouldn't have deteriorated to this extent.

It was the self-righteousness he usually touted that ruined him.

It also harmed Miller, who risked his life to protect him.

hatred!

I hate it so much!

Karen had never hated herself so much.

She couldn't hold back any longer and squatted down, covering her face and bursting into tears.

All her confidence and self-esteem vanished with her tears, scattering across the ground.

Karen prayed frantically in her heart.

Whether it's God, Superman, Spider-Man, or anyone else, as long as Miller can be saved, as long as I can be saved.

She's willing to pay any price!

Elmer looked at Karen's weak, pitiful, and helpless appearance with a smug grin, his mouth almost twisted into a grin.

The thrill of trampling those federal hyenas of the NYPD underfoot was more intoxicating than any kind of drug he had ever used.

He was pondering whether he should sever Miller's Achilles tendon first, or find some salt water to pour into the wound.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind Elmer.

Elmer's sensitive nerves tensed up immediately.

He turned his head sharply and pointed his gun behind him.

It turned out that the person who came was none other than Li Ang, a young Chinese man who had been hiding behind the corner and was now walking towards him with a big smile on his face.

Elmer let out a long sigh of relief.

Previously, under the dual stimulation of fentanyl and adrenaline, he was under extreme mental tension.

With victory firmly in hand, my nerves immediately relaxed.

Their vigilance was also reduced to a minimum.

Elmer, unusually, also showed Leon a friendly expression:

"Hey kid, it's impressive that you heard the gunshots but didn't wet your pants or abandon Old Man Elmer and run away alone."

Li Ang brandished the Glock 17 he had just picked up from Karen, smiling ingratiatingly as he said:

"Sir, I'm your loyal subordinate. How could I possibly abandon you and run away? Look, I've picked up that gun from the ground for you."

Elmer nodded, acknowledging Li Ang's loyalty, and with a smirk, said:

"You've got some sense, kid. Alright, hand over the gun."

"Yes, sir!"

Li Ang walked up to him and reached out to hand him the gun.

Just as Elmer reached out to catch it!

Li Ang suddenly pressed down on his wrist and pulled the trigger.

Bullets rained down on Elmer!

We play dirty tricks!

I will not utter a single unnecessary word!

In a life-or-death situation, Li Ang's target was certainly not the kind of flashy wrist-striking technique seen in movies.

Anyone who does this is cerebral palsy.

They're the type who stir up trouble for no reason and love to joke around with their own lives.

Li Ang's target wasn't Elmer's head either.

Firstly, when facing a elite soldier like Elmer, raising the pistol too high would easily alert the opponent and allow them to dodge in time.

Secondly, I've only practiced shooting for half a day, so I still need some time to aim accurately if I want to hit the target precisely.

But clearly, a master like Elmer wouldn't give him time to aim.

In addition, factors such as the recoil of firearms will also affect Li Ang's performance.

Finally, Leon chose to shoot Elmer's torso.

Because the torso has the largest surface area, the probability of a hit is the most reliable.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

The remaining ten or so bullets of the Glock 17 were all fired at once.

The muzzle flashes illuminated the dim passage.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The bullets pierced Elmer's scarred chest with a series of crackling sounds.

The powerful impact made his body tremble violently.

Elmer didn't even have time to lift his M1911 before he fell straight backward to the ground.

It twitched slightly twice, then stopped moving.

Li Ang took a breath and glanced at Elmer's wide-open, unseeing eyes.

I reckon Elmer is definitely dead.

Li Ang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there was already the prophecy of the Heavenly Secret Talisman, and he had made many thorough preparations in advance.

However, the entire process of killing Elmer was still full of twists and turns.

Elmer's combat strength, in particular, was unexpected.

I know he's very strong.

But I never knew he was this strong!

Facing two elite members of the NYPD is no different from a pro player beating two beginners.

That's absolutely amazing.

If Li Ang hadn't been so cunning, I really don't know how we would have won this game.

Fortunately, the final result was good.

Li Ang didn't even need to use the weapons and equipment he had procured in advance.

He threw away the Glock he had picked up and ran quickly to Karen.

In fact, Karen felt that Li Ang's voice sounded familiar as early as when he first appeared and fawned over Elmer.

However, due to the dim light in the mouse hole, and her crying so hard that her eyes were swollen like peaches, she was exhausted.

Therefore, he did not recognize Li Ang.

Until he witnessed Leon suddenly open fire, easily killing Elmer with a single burst of bullets.

Karen was completely stunned.

Am I dreaming?

The old black man who treated him and Detective Miller like dogs was killed so easily?

Whose general is this? Why is he so brave?

Could it be that God heard my prayers and sent a hero to the scene?