After a dozen minutes, only a few scattered police members remained as the rearguard, and they had exhausted all their bullets. It's time to end this! Waldo sneered, stepping out of the armored vehicle and putting it back into his backpack.
He was in a bad mood now. Sheriff and the others had been gone for quite some time, and he didn't know if they would catch up later. He thought he had trapped them, but they managed to escape, leaving him frustrated.
The remaining few unfortunate souls faced the desperate situation, looking at each other and drawing their cold weapons, charging towards Waldo. Waldo, however, was not foolish like those characters on TV, when they took out big knives, he didn't hesitate to pull out his AK47 and fired at them. One by one, they fell until only the last tattooed man remained.
With the muzzle of the AK47 pressed against the man's chest, Waldo smiled faintly. "Go ahead, say your last words. I'll be sending you on your way soon."
