Honestly, John's mind raced randomly, sad moments played back and he couldn't even recall the recent bash. "Through Mike… The bash has safeguarded my life. I could be nowhere, nobody if it happened I was around… Someone is after my blood…? Nah! You will not succeed..."
John tried to steady his racing thoughts. The devastation of his home was overwhelming, but he forced himself to focus on something positive. He remembered the initial motorcycle he earned as his first reward for placing a successful investment. It was his pride and joy, a symbol of his hard work and perseverance.
Taking a deep breath, he made his way down the elevator. Each floor passed in a blur of anxiety and fear. When the elevator doors opened to the ground floor, he proceeded to the parking lot. John couldn't believe his eyes for what he saw. His first motorcycle was missing, this annoyed John.
"No, no, no..." John muttered, his voice filled with despair. "This can't be happening." He felt a wave of emotions crash over him—anger, sadness, frustration. The bike had meant so much to him. It was more than just a machine; it was a testament to his journey and success in his investments. He stood in the parking spot, feeling a profound sense of loss.
The acrid smell of burning rubber mixed with the metallic scent of blood filled the air. The gatekeeper's labored breaths echoed in the silent crowd, each gasp a reminder of the violence that had unfolded.
Just as John's emotions were about to overwhelm him, the shrill siren of an ambulance pierced the air, "Whoop!...whoop!whoop!" He turned to see the gatekeeper being loaded into the ambulance.
The crowd gathered around, murmuring in concerned tones. John's heart ached at the sight of the gatekeeper, a kind man who had always greeted him with a smile.
"Is he going to be alright?" someone in the crowd asked, voice trembling.
The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a calm demeanor, responded. "We're doing everything we can. He's stable for now, but we need to get him to the hospital immediately. Thank you so much for administering him with first aid."
The gatekeeper's face was pale, his breaths shallow. The crowd looked on with a mix of fear and hope. "Who could do such a thing?" another person whispered, their voice filled with anguish.
"He's a good man. Always so kind and helpful," a woman said, tears streaming down her face. "This isn't fair. Not to him."
"We need to find who did this," an elderly man added, his voice shaking with anger. "They need to pay for what they've done."
As the ambulance doors closed and drove away, an expensive Bugatti pulled up to the gate, catching everyone's attention. John's curiosity was piqued. He watched from the parking area as three men stepped out of the car. The first man was huge and tall, wearing black specs and a black suit. His blonde hair was well-kept, and he moved with an air of authority.
The air was thick with tension as Tom, the caretaker of the Washington apartments, arrived. He shook hands with Tyron who had arrived already, but their faces were grim, reflecting the seriousness of the incident. John decided to join them, greeting the crowd with a heavy heart.
"Good morning, everyone," John said, his voice strained. "As you all know, my house was ransacked last night. Everything I owned has been reduced to ashes. It's hard to see everything destroyed like this."
The crowd murmured in sympathy, their faces reflecting John's pain. "We're so sorry, John," one neighbor said, tears in her eyes. "You don't deserve this. I have been there, it's so scary, so tragic!"
"Whoever did this must be found," another added, their voice firm. "We can't let this go unpunished."
John took a deep breath, trying to hold back his anger. "I appreciate your support. It's been a tough morning, but knowing I have you all means a lot but I will be strong and my plans will go on as planned."
Tom stepped forward, his expression somber. "This incident is unacceptable," he began, his voice tinged with anger. "I can't believe something like this happened here. But rest assured, we will find those responsible."
Tom turned to the tall man in the black suit. "Everyone, this is Mr. X-Jay, the landlord and owner of Washington apartments. He has something to say."
Mr. X-Jay stepped forward, his face grim. "First of all, let me express my deepest sympathy to John and the gatekeeper. This is the first time an incident like this has happened in my apartments, and it will be the last."
He paused, looking around at the crowd. "I have already hired the DCI to begin investigating. We will start by reviewing the CCTV footage right away. Whoever did this will be brought to justice."
The crowd murmured in agreement, their anger and determination evident. "We're with you, Mr. X-Jay," someone called out.
Mr. X-Jay continued, "I promise you all, this matter will be handled swiftly and efficiently. We will not rest until those responsible are caught. This is our home, and we will protect it."
The DCI agents nodded, waving to the crowd. Tyron and John led them to the security room while the crowd slowly began to disperse, their faces a mix of sorrow and determination.
"We need to find those responsible," one neighbor said to another as they walked away. "John deserves justice."
"Yes," the other replied. "We can't let them get away with this."
In the security room, the atmosphere was tense. John, X-Jay, Tyron, and a few neighbors who hadn't interacted much with John before stood around the monitors.
The DCI agents, experts in their field, began reviewing the footage. One of them, a tall man with a commanding presence, spoke. "Please do not touch anything in the vicinity. We need to preserve the evidence."
The footage played, showing three strong men dressed in dark attires and masks. Only their eyes were visible, but their movements were captured clearly.
They moved with precision, beating up the gatekeeper before heading straight to John's house, number 36. They broke the door and ransacked the place with brutal efficiency.
The DCI agents examined the footage frame by frame, noting the intruders' movements and gestures. "Look at how they move," one of the DCI agents said, his voice deep and serious. "These men knew exactly what they were doing. Actually, this was a planned deal if I am not wrong."
John watched in silence, his heart heavy. "Why me?" he thought. "What did I do to deserve this?"
The DCI agents continued their work, discussing their findings. "We have enough evidence to start a thorough investigation," one of them said, his tone confident. "We need to follow up on these leads immediately."
X-Jay nodded, turning to John. "Tom will provide you with another house on the fourth floor for now. We'll make sure you're safe."
John nodded, grateful for their support. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just want this nightmare to end."
X-Jay continued, "The police and the media are already on their way. This incident will not go unnoticed. No one plays around with my property!"
As X-Jay and his team began to depart, John stood there, the weight of everything pressing down on him. His phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown caller ID. Hesitating for a moment, he answered.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was deep and menacing. "You're lucky to be breathing, John. But your luck won't last. We will finish what we started."
John's hands trembled as he held the phone, his pulse racing. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Pray, John. Pray hard. Your time is running out."
The call ended, leaving John in a state of shock. "Who are these people?" he wondered. "Why are they after me?"
As he stood there, questions swirled in his mind. "Who is behind this? What do they want from me? How can I protect myself and those I care about?"
John knew he needed to find answers, and fast. The threat was real, and it was closing in on him. He had to stay strong, for himself and for those who believed in him. But as the reality of the situation set in, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a much darker journey.
The weight of the threat hung heavily over him, casting a shadow on his every thought. However, John vowed to uncover the truth and bring those responsible to justice, no matter the cost.
John was disturbed psychologically with lots of questions, "What do I have to do? Where am I going to be secured? I don't have to worry much so long as I am alive. I will deal with them properly!"