No Matter How Good Your Kung Fu, One Shot Takes You Down

New York University Medical Center.

Security room.

"Damn it!"

Upon seeing this, the female detective cursed in exasperation and was about to rush forward to provide first aid.

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!"

Adam was faster than her, but what happened next made her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

Adam rushed straight at Esther, grabbed her by the back of Esther neck, lifted her up, and slammed Esther against the wall while she was suspended in mid-air.

"There are only the two of them here. You don't think John committed suicide, do you? Be careful she doesn't try to steal your gun!"

Adam held Esther down tightly and shouted a warning.

He wasn't a female detective, so he didn't care whether John lived or died. His goal was clear: to ensure his own safety and prevent Esther from escaping.

Upon entering and seeing this scene, he instantly 'guessed' Esther's plan.

With Adam around, her small frame wouldn't be able to escape. The best way would be to pretend to steal the female detective's gun. That way, she could not only leave calmly but also settle scores and get revenge.

"Hiss, that's really vicious. In order to turn the tables, he actually killed John directly."

Adam was unaware that the real reason John was murdered was because he rejected a twisted soul, and he thought Esther had deliberately killed him to cause chaos.

Esther, who is of average intelligence and bursting with rage, was simply unable to control her anger and was venting it recklessly; she never even thought about grabbing the gun.

Now, reminded by Adam, she struggled even more fiercely, and suddenly stabbed Adam's arm hard with the pen she had hidden in her hand.

"Depend on!"

A sharp pain shot through him, causing Adam to involuntarily loosen his grip.

As soon as Esther landed, she grabbed her pen and rushed straight towards the female detective who was leaning over and pressing her hand against John's chest.

"Careful!"

Adam shouted.

The female detective had been reminded by Adam that even when she was helping John patch his wound, she was leaning forward, keeping an eye on the situation out of the corner of her eye.

Upon hearing Adam's cry and seeing Esther charging towards him with a weapon in hand and a fierce look on her face, her professional instincts kicked in instinctively.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Esther, who had been ruthless just moments before, collapsed to the ground.

Outside the security guard's room.

Upon hearing the gunshot, people began shouting and running outside.

The hospital room where John's wife, Kate, is located.

Ring ring!

The cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Kate, slowly waking up from the sedative, groggily picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Hello."

Is it Kate Coleman?

"It's me."

"I am Dr. Varava from the Saarne Institute. I have just seen the photos you faxed to me."

"Did you recognize her?"

Kate was immediately alerted and began investigating Esther when she noticed something was wrong with Esther.

Esther wasn't a high-IQ criminal; she left too many traces. Even an amateur like Kate could have figured it out if she put her mind to it.

Finally, they found Saarne, a mental hospital for Arctic Bear.

Kate had just faxed Esther's photo when a series of events occurred, including her son Danny being seriously injured and hospitalized.

Where is she now? Can she hear you?

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Varava asked somewhat nervously.

"She's not with me, what happened?"

Kate shook her head.

After she slapped Esther in a fit of rage, she was injected with a sedative and fell into a deep sleep, unaware of what happened afterward.

"You need to move your family away from her, and then call the police."

Dr. Varava pointed out, "The little girl in that photo isn't a real little girl at all..."

After hearing this, Kate was stunned at first, and then her first thought was to find Esther, tear off the decorations covering the scars on Esther's neck and wrists caused by the riot control suit, and throw them hard in the face of her utterly foolish husband who was unwilling to give her a single ounce of trust.

"Oh my God! Danny, Max!"

After a moment of secret smugness, Kate finally realized what was happening. Thinking of her two children, she was immediately gripped by immense fear, hung up the phone, and struggled to get up.

ICU.

"Danny, Danny?"

When Kate stumbled over, she was stopped at the door by the police guarding her. After being questioned, she was informed of the latest situation by the police.

"You're saying my daughter Max was taken home by her grandmother, and Esther is being held captive in the security room with John?"

Kate pressed on.

"Yes."

The police officer nodded. "Now we just wait for your son to wake up."

"Hahaha."

Kate let out a heavy sigh of relief, slumped against the wall and sat on the floor, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Anyone would waver slightly if repeatedly questioned by their husband and psychologist, because she had indeed been an alcoholic and was indeed depressed and irritable, and sometimes she couldn't even remember what she had done.

Now the truth is out.

She did nothing wrong!

Esther is such a bitch!

She really is protecting her children!

Sudden.

A gunshot rang out.

The entire hospital was in complete chaos.

After the police radio crackled to life, Kate learned what had happened in the security room, but she showed no intention of going to check. Instead, she stood guard at the ICU door, watching over her son.

She didn't care at all whether her husband John or her adopted daughter Esther lived or died!

She even smiled again.

You scumbag, always believing that little bitch's words!

Mom is right: If a man cheats once, he will cheat for the rest of his life!

After being called "Daddy" a few times by that little bitch, he doesn't even remember who his wife and biological children are!

If you don't die, who will?!

Serves you right!

Outside the security guard's room.

Leonard just peeked inside, then bent over and started vomiting violently.

Sheldon is timid enough that he can be chased up a tree by chickens, and he'll exclaim, "Chickens don't climb trees, thank goodness!"

When Leonard went out to settle scores, he needed Sheldon as a "muscle," which shows how steady he was; he had never seen such a thrilling scene before.

"Call!"

Adam cautiously stepped forward, checked Esther's pulse, nodded to the female detective, and both of them let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The ferocity emanating from her petite frame was far more terrifying than that of a tyrannical giant.

"Hmm..."

Over there, John, barely breathing, shed a final tear of regret from the corner of his eye. With a sob in his throat, his eyes wide open, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

He is Ted's idol architect, a successful person in the eyes of the world, a gentle and refined uncle in the eyes of young girls, a charming and tender lover in the eyes of young women, a good father in the eyes of his children, and a good son in the eyes of his parents.

Even in his wife's eyes, he could barely be considered a 'good husband,' since not all husbands are so patient with their wives, even if they cheated on each other first.

But his only mistake was that he was too philanthropic.

Feelings are finite; being a philanthropist means loving no one deeply. But when faced with a drama queen like Esther, one's philanthropic love is unknowingly completely drawn to her.

As a result, he turned a blind eye to his wife's accusations, his son's serious injury, his daughter's fear, and Esther's various strange behaviors.

Now, in his final moments before death, he finally understood how his wife Kate felt when Esther gave him flowers...