****XANDER*****

The sun was shining blindingly down the streets. I was on Biscayne Boulevard, the main street in Miami. I was sitting in my car with the right door slightly open and a rifle in my hand. I was putting on my police uniform. I had been asked to monitor the street for an hour or two. I could hear the bass drum of techno music pulsating from the nearby clubs. I could also hear Latin music playing from the various restaurants. Almost as loud as the music, I could hear the laughter of people socializing.

The laughter was replaced by the sounds of gunshots. What the hell? I looked at my side mirror. It was a horrible sight. I saw a red BMW being chased by two sports cars, with a thug sticking his head out of one of the windows of the sports cars with a gun in his hand. He was firing shots at the red BMW. The person driving it showed no fear as he kept going.

as he was being chased. What the fuck! They were driving above the speed limit. I thought this street was a crime-free zone. I stuck my head out of my car and shot the BMW that was heading my way, but I missed. 

"Goddamnit!" I yelled, as I stepped on the gas and started chasing the BMW car with the sports car driving behind me. They were trying to overtake me. I didn’t bring a cop car. Gosh, how are they going to listen to me now?

I pressed the bottom of my walkie-talkie that was close to my seat, "Calling for backup, calling for backup!" I yelled, as I increased the speed of my car. Let’s get the chase started. The sports cars were suddenly all over me. They were on my left and right sides like they wanted to hit me.

"Freeze, this is the police!" I yelled, but they ignored me. I stuck my hand out of the car and shot again, but this time it hit the tire of one of the sports cars, it spun three times, and fell on the highway. Now it was just the BMW and the last sports car, one of the thugs stuck his head out of the car and fired shots at my car. I lowered my head as the bullets pierced through my glass. Scattering some glass frames on me. Who the hell are these guys? Where is the fucking backup I called for?

Before I could blink my eyes, the sports car overtook me. I started pressing the horn continuously as it hit the BMW car that flipped and turned upside down on the highway. There were no more incoming cars, just the three of us. The sports car stopped, and I also stopped reloading my gun. I stepped out of my car and slammed the door, running toward the two thugs that were getting out of the sports car. One of them was very muscular and big. He had numerous tattoos and piercings on his face, as well as numerous diamond earrings.

Is that whom I think it is? It is Kendrick, the most popular gangster we can't get arrested. My eyes widened as I realized it was him. They were both heading to the BMW car that was still lying on the ground with gasoline escaping out of it and landing on the floor.

I stood for a moment as Kendrick’s man squatted to look into the car. "Come out, old man, it’s time to meet your doom." Kendrick said in a bass voice as he held his gun with two hands with a devious look on his face. Whom is he trying to kill? I have to help them.

"Freeze!" I yelled, running to them as I pointed my gun at Kendrick’s head. 

"I said freeze!" I yelled as I stood behind him. He slowly lifted his hands with the gun still in his right hand.

"Slowly put down your guns." I said, "Don’t try to act smart." I added, as his man also put down his gun in fear. I started to hear the siren, heading our way. Good thing I don’t have to handle all this myself.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" I said to them, as the siren got closer and closer. Before I could blink my eyes, Kendrick acted fast. He used his right foot to lift the gun from the floor and grasp it with his hand. He pointed the gun at his man and shot him twice in the stomach before pointing the gun at the BMW car.

"Goodbye Lugard." He said and he was about to shoot the car when I knocked the gun off his hand with my feet. He turned in a swift motion and punched me hard across the face. His hand penetrated into my face and I literally saw stars as I struggled to balance on my feet. I turned around to look at him as I saw him getting into his car and driving off at great speed.

"Ow, my face hurts." I groaned in pain, rubbing my face that was on fire. That punch was hard. I walked over to the car and opened the door. I saw a beheaded body behind the wheels with blood spurting out of it. He had been crushed. I was about to walk away when someone called out to me from inside the car.

"….P-Please h-help." The voice was barely audible, but I managed to hear it, and I ran to the other side of the car, grumbling as I struggled to lift it. Two cop cars arrived, and two cops joined me as we all turned the car over.

The car made an ear-splitting sound, my eyes widened as I saw Lugard the street lord in the back seat of the car, his body was covered in blood and there was some escaping from his head, as he turned his face to look at me, moving his lifeless hand.

I took out my phone to call the ambulance, as the other cops opened the door of the car, helping him out of the car with their hands on their shoulders.

"I... need to..." his voice trailed off as he passed out in their arms.