Suddenly, several gunshots rang out in the distance.
“Bang! — Bang bang bang!”
This was followed by a series of shouts filled with anger and panic.
Bruce sat in the passenger seat, his elbows resting on the edge of the car window, casually glancing at the flashing police lights ahead. A faint smile curled at the corners of his lips.
Morray narrowed his eyes: “Sounds like they're chasing a robber.”
As he spoke, a figure suddenly darted out from the corner of the street. Sweat drenched his body; one hand clutched a black handgun, the other desperately tugging at a tattered briefcase. He charged toward them like a madman.
Bruce smiled faintly, his eyes devoid of emotion: “Do me a favor—stop him.”
Morray's expression hardened. He took a deep breath and waited until the man stumbled clos
