The previously arrogant police chief just collapsed to the ground like that.
The shattered skull splattered the faces of the surrounding officers.
Instantly, those who were laughing moments ago started screaming in terror.
Then, they scattered about like headless flies.
They bore no resemblance to how police officers should behave.
It was nothing compared to the Bondi and Holle in Jason's memory.
Even young Finch was far superior.
In terms of professional honor and personal cultivation, they were much too lacking.
But this was none of Jason's business.
He quickly pulled the female pastry chef into the corridor leading to the second floor; aside from the entrance door, there were walls on both sides for cover— it was the best place to block the 'sniper's' line of sight.
At this moment, the female pastry chef was completely dumbfounded.
She had never imagined she would face something like this.
