But the very next second, Dexter Bishop shook his head in denial. "No, it can't be him!"
'Wyatt Ford's hands were far from clean. The things he's done for me are enough to earn a full magazine emptied into his chest!'
Evan Keller wasted no more words on him, simply directing the officers at his side to take them down.
One of Dexter Bishop's men gritted his teeth. 'It's a dead end either way. Might as well take someone with me!'
But just as he raised his hand, before he could even pull the trigger, a bullet tore through it.
"AH!" The man screamed, clutching his hand. The hearts of the others clenched, and a trace of fear entered their eyes.
'These cops aren't bluffing!'
Staring down the black muzzles of the guns pointed at them, a few who didn't want to die hesitated before tossing their weapons to the floor and raising their hands.
Once one person gave in, others followed.
With the first man leading the way, several more surrendered.
