Number Thirteen stood up and fired several shots at the person no more than thirty meters away from him, but regrettably, some fool with a loose screw in their brain raised their submachine gun and fired back at Number Thirteen.
On the scene, there were at least twenty police cars and at least forty to fifty officers, and even though they don't charge into battle, there are more behind them.
So the retaliation quickly led to a larger scale counterattack.
Number Thirteen and Lion dragged Medusa along. Medusa lay motionless on the ground, her legs dragging behind as they quickly pulled her backwards.
As they approached the police cars, an elderly officer holding a gun in one hand and his hat in the other said in a low voice, "What happened? What's wrong with her?"
"She was hit hard on the head. Where's the ambulance? Where is it?"
The chubby old officer pointed to the rear loudly, "It's coming soon, go to the back first!"
