Sweet Sin - S01 E83

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Sweet Sin - S01 E83

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

The cops with the IDs they scanned are all at the office, so these ones at the road are fake.

“I knew it!” The chief agent spat, getting his gun positioned. The others did the same, swiftly.

“Arrest the fuckers!” They’re the notorious crime cult!” He yelled.

But what followed that order was insane siren blasts as sixteen other police cars entered the road with fake identities of cops and uniforms

Not all of them drove cars.

Some drove trucks exactly like Tobias’s truck.

The FBI agents look genuinely flabbergasted, and that moment of distraction was enough to get Tobias and the rest back into their cars.

They zoomed in different directions, and the other newly arrived Odds joined those directions, making it hard to know which truck has the money since their windows are all wound up anyways. They look same.

The FBI called for backup, and it became a total chaotic night on the asphalt as they couldn’t avoid a shootout. It was inevitable.

Migos was the first to use his gun, aiming out of his window and shattering the glass, shooting an FBI agent on the chest.

But he received his own retaliation shot immediately from another agent. He went down on his steering wheel, avoiding it, but Yalda beside him got hit on the arm.

“Asshole!!” She gritted, placing her two legs on the wheel and intentionally distracting him before shooting back at that agent with one hand. She hit the agent on the arm too, but she wasn’t satisfied.

She needed him dead.

The other FBI agents opened fire, and so is the remaining Odds with their gold guns and machine guns.

Migos double-crossed the agent car in the front just to give Yalda an opportunity. Yalda took it, shooting at the tyre of the FBI car.

The car lost its way, zigzagging, but another shot from Yalda to another tyre in the car made it tumble.

“Fuckers!” She cussed.

But before the car could explode, the agents got out, fast.

“These motherfuckers are fast…” Migos hissed, sliding.

Bullets flew, glasses shattered, cars somersaulted and went out of the road, some exploded.

It became a FBI versus Odds war, and in the middle of it all, sat Tobias in his truck, driving hard.

The chief agent seems to have put an eye on him, cos his car followed Tobias’s truck closely behind.

It was supposed to be ten minutes before they got to the safehouse, but now he gotta play this game a little bit smarter. He left the avenue completely, rolling into another one with his adrenaline high.

Like five FBI cars behind him.

“It’s advisable to stop before this gets any worse! This road has been surrounded!” They yelled.

He peeked at them through the front mirror of his truck, then drove the car into another avenue, again.

Now is when he got his girlfriend Mayhem, cos this avenue has a larger number of the cops. He positioned Mayhem by his window and drove with an hand while he opened fire on the FBI with his other hand.

The sound of his shots were like the voice of thunder—so different from other silly gunshots.

Thinking of how he fucked his Dog in her arse an hour ago made his adrenaline pumped faster.

His finger on the trigger went gummed, never moving, just shooting away like a devil with a entertained smirk on his mouth.

The FBI are sure smart people. Nearly all of them wore bulletproofed vests, so he had to target their heads, but they strapped helmets on too.

Left with the third option, he went for it… their legs.

He blew off the legs of two of them, blasting their knees before they knew what was coming for them.

A bullet came into his truck, hitting one of the interior components right below the steering.

The steering stopped working immediately like someone keyed it.

“Damn!” He cussed, letting go of it as bullets from four angles met the truck tires at the same time.

The truck tumbled, and his head slammed on the steering, blooming blood before all of the windows shattered as the four sides of the truck took turns to hit the tar.

He didn’t lose consciousness to the shock of the FBI, but they took their chances as he crawled out of the car. They began running to him, aiming to capture him alive.

“His legs!!” The chief yelled, but it remained a wish cos an unexpected one entered the road that moment.

Grimm.

Dressed in a customized bulletproof vest made for it.

With it’s tongue out of his mouth, the dog jumped from the back of the truck, leaping in the air smartly.

It jumped down right in front of Tobias, and the bullets coming for Tobias’s legs hit it’s body instead.

The bulletproof protected it, and before the FBI could re-strategize, Tobias threw down a round ball beside the fallen truck.

Recognizing it as a detonator, the FBI moved back immediately.

It only took a minute before the detonator blew up, exploding with the truck and burning bright.

By now, Tobias is gone.

No idea how he did it, but both him and his dog… they’re gone.

The FBI stood one by one, watching the burning truck.

There was never money in the truck.

They got played!

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