At that moment Kai gripped the gun firmly, his movements swift and precise. The moment he disarmed the man, something clicked in his mind—a sensation, a shift in awareness.
As his fingers tightened around the weapon, a rush of images flooded through him.
Memories.Not his, but the gun's.
In that instant, Kai saw it all—conversations in the shadows, whispered deals, secret meetings. The man standing before him had been working with Carlos and the chief all along. He wasn't just another detective; he was part of the mayor's gang.
Kai exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he lifted the gun higher, aiming directly at the man's head.
However the detective didn't flinch. Instead, a slow smirk stretched across his face.
"So, what now?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Are you going to kill me, Kai?"
However Kai didn't respond. He kept the gun steady, his finger resting just beside the trigger.