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Chapter 93

Oliver, the detective falls to the ground with a thud and he clutches his leg; specifically his thigh, for it is where I shot him.

The gun he was holding is now a few feet away from him as he groans in pain.

I walk closer to him and I kick the gun further away.

He lets out strings of cusses as blood gushes out of the wound. Looking at the wound, I can tell that it is a perfect shot.

It went right through.

The bullet I shot him with is also a couple of feet from him.

“Stop whining, you would be fine.” I say to him as I walk towards the kitchen to fetch a cloth so he can press it against the wound.

When I return, I hand the cloth to him as I direct him.

“Fold it and apply pressure to the wound by pressing the cloth at where I shot you.” I say and he does exactly as I instruct him to do.

I kneel down and I apply more pressure to the wound by using the cloth and he winces.

“Like that, okay?” I say
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