"Mentally disturbed? Which one..."
Gru was anxiously making calls to arrange LAPD backup while gesturing for Jax to get moving.
"Chan! Protect him, hey, the address I sent you, now let all nearby officers go there, yes, all of them, the case? No cases are more important than he is, move it!"
"Boss, it's not one of our guys, Achilles?"
"It doesn't matter who did it; best if he's dead. If not, things will get complicated. Go now!"
"What about Steven?"
"Retreat! Chan is the one lurking in the background; with him being attacked this time, too much is out of our control; it's a big problem."
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Gru looked at his seldom-used phone that started ringing; staring at the screen, cold sweat ran down his face.
If everything had gone smoothly, there'd be no contact; trouble again!
"Boss, Steven has been attacked, not by us!
His car got a flat tire on the way, the attacker caught up from behind and shot at him, then drove the car into the sea. Something's not right!"
