Blog 4 Topic 7 Chapter 4 Detective albert brown Fake girl

 

Blog 4

Topic 7

Chapter 4

Detective albert brown

Fake girl

My girl Siria was still in hospital… and this random bitch was trying to replace her.

“You are not Siria—tell me who are you, or you will die now!”

She ran toward me, fists flying. I dodged, again and again, her punches slicing the air. At last, I struck back—one hard punch. She fell to the ground. I drew my gun, aimed at her feet, and fired.

“Tell me who are you?”

Her voice trembled, yet defiant:

“How the hell you know I’m not Siria?”

I laughed.

“Siria used to be angry with me because I never proposed. Jason doubted you, so he asked me what Siria wanted. I told him—she wants to marry me. He gave me a ring. Jason told me that I got my date… that was the code word. He said I got my target, check the validity. But you failed. And your new boyfriend? He’s actually my spy in Mexico, collecting data for Siria. She’s out of coma. Chris and Jason kept her in security.”

Harley charged at me—I punched him down.

“Harley, you decided to steal that money but failed. You asked one of your chicks to do plastic surgery and trap me. But you forgot—I’m a detective.”

I pointed the gun at both of them. Chris stepped forward, eyes burning, and said to the fake Siria:

“Anyone can see those face cuts easily. You can’t be like my sister.”

Chris… Siria’s younger brother.

Then—a car screeched to a halt. We turned. Hector was already inside the warehouse. He stepped out. The man from the car approached—it was Mister Tony Rogers.

Facing Hector, they locked eyes.

“My father told me Hector is coming. Ask Jason for help—he can’t listen to me. But I replied Tony is coming. Hector needs help.”

Hector sneered.

“Let’s see who needs help.”

He drew his pistol, aimed at Tony. Tony smiled.

“I’m not like my father.”

He stepped forward.

“Shoot me.”

The gun slipped from Hector’s hand. I felt like a puppet in their game.

I stepped closer.

“Tony, this was not the full message.”

Tony’s gaze sharpened.

“What was the full message?”

I turned to Hector.

“There was actually something worth more than twenty billion dollars… and Hector knew this.”

Hector’s face twisted.

“What the fuck, Tommy—you asshole, you motherfucker—you died, but you trap me!”

Tony smiled.

“That’s me.”

Hector lunged, ready to strike—but Tony punched him back.

Sirens wailed. Police swarmed. We fled to Tony’s place.

Tony was tense.

“My dad left something for me… but I don’t know what.”

I rose from the chair.

“Tony, you have to think. Tell me what it is, so I can analyze.”

Tony leaned in.

“I think it is better not to tell him that there is something worth more than twenty billion dollars. You ruined it.”

I snapped back.

“I know—but it was necessary. Now Hector knows. He will focus on you. Jason and I can do our work. Wait—Jason should know something. Those three worked together. He is hiding something.”

Chris flicked on the TV.

Breaking news:

“Jason was shot today. A well‑known gangster was shot by sixteen people. He is in hospital. Twenty bullets tore his body—but he survived.”

I shouted

“Jason knows everything we are not supposed to know!”

Tony shook his head.

“No. Hector, Harley, fake Siria—they are not behind this. There was someone else. Yes… I know who he is.”

His eyes widened.

“No… why is that motherfucker still alive?”

I demanded.

“Who? What? How? Why? Will anyone tell me?”

Tony whispered, trembling:

“That guy is still alive. I thought he was dead. But he tried to kill Jason first. It means…”

Chris cut in.

“Let that motherfucker come and kill me. I had lunch at his table. We both ate the same food.”

I roared.

“Who the hell is that guy?”

Chris’s voice was cold.

“Sese Hang.”

…To be continued.