Shotgun Justice
Under the tank, two groups faced off.
One group, led by a heavyset man with a submachine gun, was threatening the other, demanding the car keys.
At first glance, it looked like a typical robbery—but the so-called robbers had no idea what they were walking into.
Crash!
Without hesitation, Jason and his crew pulled shotguns from their bags, raising four barrels and aiming them squarely at their would-be attackers.
Scare!
The men behind Philip—armed only with knives—immediately dropped their weapons with a clatter, raising their hands in surrender, terror etched across their faces.
"Still want those car keys?" Jason said coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
He stared them down with utter contempt.
"Robbery? Seriously? Drop your weapons and get lost.
Don't push us—you won't like what happens if you do."
Jason had no desire to kill unnecessarily.
These men hadn't hurt anyone yet.
He only wanted to scare them off.
But before the situation could resolve, a gunshot rang out—Bang!
A bullet slammed into the side of the tank.
Jason's eyes sharpened instantly.
Without hesitation, he spotted the shooter's location and fired back.
Boom!
The shotgun roared.
At a range of ten meters, its deadly force was unstoppable.
The hidden assailant collapsed onto the road, his head shattered beyond recognition.
A single-shot shotgun fell from his bloody hands.
"Don't move!" Shane roared, charging forward, his own shotgun leveled straight at Philip.
"You had backup?! Still planning to ambush us?! You want to die that badly?!"
Originally, they had been willing to let these fools leave unharmed.
But now, Shane's fury was barely contained.
"No, no! He's not with us!" Philip shouted frantically, sweat pouring down his face.
He hadn't expected anyone else to start shooting.
"There's only us! We're just out here scavenging for supplies! I swear—I don't even know that guy!"
Meanwhile, Jason approached the fallen shooter and inspected the body.
He noticed a tattoo on the man's arm—a strange mark, like a brand.
Jason thought for a moment, then turned and checked Philip's arm.
No tattoo.
"He's telling the truth. That guy wasn't with them," Jason said, standing up.
He picked up the single-shot shotgun.
It still had five rounds left.
They were lucky the shooter had terrible aim—or someone from Jason's group could've been seriously hurt.
Whoever the dead man had been, it was clear he belonged to some other organization...
And from the looks of it, not a friendly one.
"Yes, yes!" Philip blurted out, nodding urgently.
"I'm from the nursing home. Aji sent us out to find supplies.
We just stumbled across this car and thought we could take it... we didn't mean any harm!"
"Nursing home?"
Jason frowned at the mention.
He studied Philip carefully.
"Your name's Philip?" Jason asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Uh—?"
Philip froze, confused.
He hadn't even introduced himself yet.
Still, he nodded. "Yeah. Philip."
"Oh..." Jason said quietly, pieces falling into place.
Now he remembered where he'd seen this guy before—Philip was part of Aji's gang.
Back then, Brother Nu had shot him...
He hadn't expected to run into him again so soon.
"Do you know him?" Glenn asked in a low voice.
Jason shook his head firmly.
"No."
Turning back to Philip's group, Jason said coolly,
"I'll let this slide.
But you'd better straighten up.
Stealing from others will only bring you trouble—or worse."