650. Five Years (6000 extra)

"The suspect is confirmed dead!"

Two patrolmen worked up the nerve to approach and check. After a quick examination, they immediately shouted out.

"Heh... finally dead."

Beyond the cordon, Wu Ming also overheard what seemed to be an offhand conversation between some of the other patrolmen.

"At first, when we were dealing with a B-rank fugitive, the chief asked Headquarters for reinforcements and even requested the Arrow Unit. I thought he was making a fuss over nothing. Now it looks like the chief really had everything figured out!"

A younger officer said this to his companion. Then he saw Jack's corpse being carried away on a stretcher, and obvious hatred spread across his face. "That bastard killed and wounded so many of our brothers. One bullet was too good for him!"

The older patrolman blew out a series of perfect smoke rings, seeming to sink into some old memory. "You're new here, so you don't know. The wanted criminals on the list are all terrifying fighters. Two-Gun Jack was clearly one of the best among them. If he'd gotten away again this time, I think he'd have been bumped up to A-rank..."

Click! Click!

On the other side, a group of paparazzi had appeared from who knew where, holding up their cameras as dazzling flashes burst through the smoke.

"Damn it, Jorf! Stop them!"

Several burly patrolmen immediately formed a human wall and began dispersing the crowd again.

The civilians who had gathered slowly began to drift away. It took Jamie a long while to come back to his senses. "That was close! Too close!"

As he watched the ambulances arrive and take away the wounded one after another, the cold sweat on his forehead showed no sign of stopping. "If Steven hadn't been there, I'd still be inside. There'd