The gunfire finally ended, and the three cars that crashed onto the roadside due to the driver being shot were completely silent.
The whole street was quiet, as if nothing had happened, with only the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air.
The police on the perimeter observed for a while, confirmed that the shootout was over, and one side had either been killed or escaped, and then they began to slowly advance inward.
Everyone was very tense. Being a police officer is a very dangerous job, and its danger mainly lies in dealing with gang-related incidents!
Lance emerged from the phone booth at this moment, lit a cigarette, slightly tilted his head back, and looked at the narrow sky between the tall buildings, exhaling a puff of smoke slowly.
This was not his turf, and calling the Police Chief now was already too late.
