The gunfire erupted without warning!
In an instant, Monica, standing about ten feet behind Roberta, froze in shock. Her body went stiff.
Outside the Gallagher house, the five kids—Fiona, Lip, Ian, Debbie, and Carl—were equally terrified. They were shaking uncontrollably.
Roberta was hit by multiple rounds. Blood started bubbling from his mouth. He was a goner, beyond saving.
But Dexter still didn't let go of the trigger; he kept shooting Roberta.
The reason?
He literally couldn't stop!
It felt too good.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat~~~
Unfortunately, the magazine emptied in the blink of an eye.
"Bummer," Dexter thought, finally calming down a little.
Then, he saw Monica.
"Roberta!" Monica finally snapped back to reality and screamed in disbelief.
Hearing her, Dexter glanced at the collapsing Roberta...
One second.
His gaze returned to Monica, and he made a decision.
Killing Monica would mean three bodies, a serial killing case.
Too much hassle.
But not killing her didn't mean he couldn't teach that idiot Monica a lesson.
Dexter didn't waste time. He efficiently swapped out the magazine. One step, two steps, three steps. He raised the gun, aimed at Monica's right leg, and squeezed the trigger.
Rat-tat-tat-tat~~~
Bullets flew.
"AAAH!!!" Monica screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground.
Seeing this, Debbie, who cared about Monica the most, cried out, "MOM!!!" She instinctively moved to run toward her.
Fiona reacted the fastest, quickly grabbing Debbie and yelling in terror, "Go! Go! Go! Get inside the house!"
Hearing that, Lip and Ian blinked, then scrambled frantically back into the house.
Carl didn't move; he was frozen stiff.
At this moment, Dexter released the trigger, slightly lifting his gaze toward Carl.
What kind of person will Carl turn into after witnessing this? Dexter wondered. He found the question interesting, but didn't dwell on it. He quickly turned, hopped on his motorcycle, and sped away.
With the roar of the engine, the Gallagher house was quickly left behind.
Dexter didn't look back. As planned, he headed straight for the spot he had scouted yesterday.
Outside the Gallagher house, Carl had just been dragged back inside by a terrified Fiona.
A little ways down the street, Monica lay on the ground. She screamed in pain for a few seconds, but couldn't keep her breath up and passed out from the agony.
That night, the South Side of Chicago was anything but quiet.
Wooo-wooo-wooo~~~
The sirens of police cars were deafeningly loud.
Outside the Kamara house, six police officers were either taking photos of the scene, managing the crowd, or questioning the rubberneckers gathered behind the tape.
Tony and his partner had just walked into the Kamara house.
They were greeted by over a dozen scared and helpless children.
A short while later, guided by a few of the children, Tony and his partner went down the stairs, entered the basement, and saw Kamara's sweatshop.
Both Tony and his partner's faces instantly changed.
Tony's partner couldn't hold back. "That Kamara, he got what he deserved!"
Tony actually felt the same way, but still thought the comment was inappropriate. "You're a cop. Don't forget that."
Tony's partner smiled and shook his head. "You gonna tell me you weren't thinking the same thing?"
Tony was silent.
His partner saw his expression and knew the answer. He sighed. "Let's go upstairs. We still have to process that piece of trash's body."
Tony nodded in agreement.
The two returned to the first floor.
Just then, the radio crackled to life, and the dispatcher's voice came through.
"All units, be advised: Shots fired at 2119 North Wallace Street. Currently, one person is deceased and one is seriously injured. Suspect is armed with an assault rifle. Responding officers should use caution."
2119 North Wallace Street?
The Gallagher house?
FIONA!!
"I have to go check this out! You handle things here!" Tony panicked. He shouted the order to his partner, then bolted for his car, slammed the gas pedal, and sped toward the Gallagher house.
At the Gallagher house, Frank was still fast asleep in his wheelchair, having drunk too much. He hadn't woken up yet.
Fiona and the other four were still shaking, terrified out of their minds.
Debbie was the same, but with the added layer of hysterical crying.
Wooo-wooo-wooo~~~
Finally, the sirens started wailing outside.
Hearing the sound, the five Gallaghers felt a small sense of relief.
With this slight ease of mind, and worried about Monica, Debbie bit her lip and immediately rushed out, trembling.
Seeing this, Fiona panicked. "Debbie!"
"I have to—have to go see Mom!" Debbie yelled back, her feet still moving.
"W-We should go out too," Lip stammered, his voice shaky.
Fiona took a deep breath. Although she was still terrified, she nodded her agreement. "Okay."
She then turned to Carl, who was also starting to move. "Carl, you—you can't go. You—you stay home."
Carl looked at Fiona, ignored her, and silently walked toward the door.
"Carl!!" Fiona was going crazy.
"Fiona, don't—don't stop him," Lip hesitated, then said. "He needs to—to see it."
Fiona was torn, but she ultimately kept quiet.
A short time later, the five of them walked out of the house again and headed toward Monica.
Seconds later, a speeding Tony arrived.
As soon as he slammed his cruiser to a stop, Tony rushed out and surveyed the scene.
He took in the sight of Roberta and Monica, each lying in a pool of blood.
Tony didn't recognize Roberta, but he recognized Monica and knew she was the mother of Fiona and the others...
He didn't waste a moment. Tony quickly walked over to Fiona and asked with concern, "Are any of you hurt?"
Fiona was still in shock. It took her two seconds to respond, and she finally shook her head, stammering, "N-No. We're fine."
Seeing Fiona like this, Tony's heart ached. His brow furrowed. "That's good. You guys should go back inside, though. It's not good for Debbie and Carl to see this."
At the mention of their names, Debbie and Carl immediately shook their heads.
"That's my mom! Tell me, is she still alive?" Debbie asked, tears streaming down her face, heartbroken.
Tony didn't know the answer, so he turned and walked over to the officer standing next to Monica. "What's the situation?"
"She's still breathing, but very faintly," the officer replied, having just performed a quick check on Monica.
The words had barely left his mouth when an SUV screeched to a halt nearby.
At the same time, Veronica, who was cheerfully chatting with V as they walked down the street, saw the scene outside the Gallagher house in the distance. Her heart dropped. Without hesitation, she took off running at full speed.