Chapter 27 Scofield's Monologue

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() The part framed by [] in this chapter is Feng Bujue’s complaints.

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The night is like a giant beast, swallowing up this city full of Gothic atmosphere.

The cold rain strands hit the puddles on the ground like sharp arrows, and the air was filled with a unique atmosphere of the metropolis - **.

[Hey, hey...what happened? Did you send the wrong manuscript? What's going on with this beginning? 】

My name is Schofield, Greg Schofield, a police officer from the Lane City Major Crime Unit.

[I said...are you planning to rewrite a book with Detective Scofield as the protagonist? Is it still unfolding from the first-person perspective...]

Driving through this night city is like rowing on a sinful river. This is a depraved place where every brick on the wall and every inch of soil on the ground is stained with the blood of innocents.

Robbery, fighting, killing...the beasts and devils in human skin are running rampant, leaving kind and decent people immersed in an eternal night of sorrow and pain.

This is a war that will never end, and I am a soldier on the front line. My duty is to defend the boundaries of the law and wait for the arrival of every dawn.

[Does this have anything to do with this case... I guess the author has given up on life... So I say that people who write whatever they want should not set thirty-three chapters in advance, which is neither long nor short! Make it difficult for yourself! 】

I can't remember how many times this was the first time I drove alone on patrol.

Since the death of my partner, I have been able to see, hear, and feel...those dangerous existences. An intuition of predicting danger flows in my blood and clings to my back.

So when I drove down Seventh Avenue and saw that teenage kid standing in the middle of the street, staring blankly into my headlights, I knew it was a trap.

I broke a deal with a certain gang not long ago, and their revenge began...

[Ah... at this pace, this old-school gangster film monologue-style content must last a whole chapter...]

The gang leader in this neighborhood is a complete villain. He is only twenty-six years old this year, but he has been in the gang for seventeen years. While his peers were finger painting in elementary school, he was killing people in alleys with an Uzi.

Of course, this cannot be entirely his fault. It was society that created monsters like him, and he... created one monster after another just like him.

There is no need for test tubes, nutrients, or formulas. This sinful city itself is a melting pot.

Children in those gangs are already charged with murder, drug trafficking, robbery, etc. before they are sixteen years old. I can arrest them... they will be sent to the station, and someone from the Juvenile Delinquency Unit will pick them up. But the result...at some point next year, they will appear on the streets again, doing the same thing.

[Then what do you want...step on the accelerator and push over, and then claim to be self-defense...]

I didn't hesitate and stepped on the accelerator.

【Hello! What if you made a mistake! 】

The kid quickly avoided it, rolled to the side of the road, took out the pistol hidden in his pocket and started shooting at me.

His accomplices also poured out from the alleys on both sides, and the interweaving firepower poured in around the police vehicle.

[What kind of city did you work as a police officer in before? Gotham Crime Squad is nothing more than that! 】

I lowered my head, stepped on the accelerator, and tried to keep the car in the middle of the road to prevent it from hitting something. I also quickly turned on the siren on the police car, but this was of little significance... The dense gunfire around me was enough to attract other nearby patrol cars.

The glass of the police car was quickly shattered, and at least a dozen bullets entered the car. In those few seconds, I felt like I had jumped into a fish tank full of piranhas. Even I couldn’t tell how many times I had been shot.

The last thing I remember before losing consciousness is...Captain Charlie dragging me out of the car. At that moment, I will never forget the look on his face. I understood that he was really gay as rumored, and he had a crush on me.

【Hello! What a huge amount of information! 】

After half a month of recuperation in the hospital, the doctor told me that I might never be able to return to my original position.

[So you moved to a remote country town to become a police detective? 】

When I first heard the news, I was shocked.

But later, I gradually realized... This was God's revelation to me. It was time to step back from the front line between good and evil.

I should have died on that street, but I didn't. Very few people get a second chance, and I got one, so I have to cherish it.

So, I applied to my superiors and was transferred out of the big city. I took my wife and daughter to a peaceful rural town and became a detective here.

Before leaving, I left a letter to Captain Charlie, the content of which I still remember - many things only become clear later, but I can no longer find the way back. Many things didn't feel painful at all at the time, and even if they were painful, I don't think I would care.

[This is basically the lyrics...and are you expressing your hatred for not being married before we meet again? 】

In this small town, I live a happy and peaceful life. I can get off work on time and go home every day, and have more time to spend with my family.

The police station here doesn't have any big cases to deal with, mostly some family disputes. Compared with the city, this place is simply a paradise.

I often say to the rookie police here, "I used to be better than those tough detectives in the movies, until I got shot in the knee."

[Yeah... After all, that's the biggest weakness of earthlings...]

Over the years, I often think of Captain Charlie, but I have never contacted him, and he didn't reply to my letter.

[Hello... Wait... He didn't want to call this Charlie under the pretext of investigating the case...]

Today, I finally got a chance. In the process of investigating the murder case of Lovecraft's family, I met a well-known detective who needed me to contact my former colleagues and check the file of a suspect through illegal procedures.

[Brother... I was wrong... You'd better not make this call. 】

For some reason, I was filled with anxiety, but also with some anticipation.

[People usually feel this way before embarking on a forbidden path...]

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[Hey! What does this ellipsis mean? Is the content of the call forbidden to all ages? This author must be crazy... This is far beyond the level of being rejected... Are you planning to create a new style of writing? Can't you humbly learn the spamming skills of your peers! Don't mess around! 】(To be continued.)