Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 82

The first to attack was Das, he threw a fist that turned the policeman's guard, connecting with his chin, but he also received a right from his opponent. He tried to knee him in the ribs, but the policeman lunged at him, grabbing him, inflicting force on him, they engaged in the oldest form of sumo wrestling, pushing and shoving and tripping each other. Both calculated that they could not win in a bout of blows, where the end would be decided by attrition, they had to replace a way to incapacitate the adversary, even for a second to pick up one of the pistols. This did not succeed either, although there were knocks on the door, accompanied by warnings: -we are the national police, you have to open up to us.

The scales tipped against Das, who tried not to let his rival answer, but failed, the traitor shouted cries for help that led to the door being kicked down, where a group of policemen entered, pointing their guns, ordering that no one should move.

Das raised his arms, remained silent, he understood that he was lost, he couldn't think how he would free himself, he looked at the windows, if they weren't protected by bars, he would have jumped through one of them, he had no choice but to raise his hands. -General Marquez can continue, everything is under control. -A policeman informed the elegant officer who entered with a smooth and marked step.

What's going on here? I need to see the security videos, and I need everyone questioned. Also call an ambulance, to attend to the wounded. You know they need to be escorted to prevent them from escaping. And look who we have here, if it isn't the famous detective Das, the man who made me look bad with the case of the witness who committed suicide. -The general stood in front of him, confronting him with his eyes.

-Marquez, all I did was prove that this star witness did not commit suicide. It was that the very bodyguard they had placed to protect him killed him, then made the scene look like he took his own life while he went to the shop to buy cigarettes. He didn't suspect that he didn't leave any footprints, so I deduced that he went out with gloves on, plus the lab found small drops of the victim's blood on his clothes and not to mention the video from the shop where he doesn't even know what to buy. -Das smiled, feeling a little relieved, it was unlikely that the highest ranking general would be bought off by a simple counterfeit liquor ring.

-Yes, all that bullshit, as for you Vargas," the general turned to the policeman, "I knew your face, while we came with my team, I investigated all the officers, you were the one that caught my attention the most, due to your multiple accusations of excessive force, now you have to explain to me what the f**k are you doing in this place?

-My general, I followed leads, I found this detective who beat up these poor boys, one of them he hurt with a knife and the other one he threw bleach in his eyes. I tried to arrest him, but he resisted arrest. -The policeman was trying to stand firm, although his pulse was shaking. Apparently the father of the detainee did know the head of the institution.

-And you, Das, what are your hypotheses, as you say, the Sherlock, what did you deduce? -Marquez turned his hands over, showing his palms.

-It's simple, lieutenant, this whippersnapper has an adulterated liquor factory that he distributes in several bars and brothels that he owns, and he has also bought more than one policeman. On top of that, he has a chainsaw, which, judging by the fact that there are no trees to cut down around here, he must use to chop up his victims. -Das smiled, but what he found most amusing was the look on the general's face, who seemed annoyed that he had managed to do it again.

-I will not set foot in a prison. -This time the other policeman shouted, Vargas' accomplice, pulled out his revolver, shooting himself in the forehead.

In the chaos, Vargas bent down and picked up a gun, grabbed the general, shielded him and secured him, put the gun to his temple and ordered: "You have to let me escape or I'll blow the brains out of this shoddy general. A fool who surrendered to the enemy. -I have not surrendered, I have to obey and abide by the rulings of the state, I must respect the peace process. As for the other thing, release me, I promise I will help you. -The general was pale, he was like a piece of printer's paper.

Das turned, with his hand he grabbed the barrel, blocking the trigger with his thumb, deflecting it upwards, and then twisting his arm, to the point where the bones creaked and knocked him to the ground, where he writhed in pain.

-You're welcome, Marquez. -Das smiled at the general, who was left with his mouth open in amazement.

After a while a whisper escaped him: "What did you think? This animal could have killed me, he took a big risk.

-Maybe, there was that possibility, it was a risk I decided to take, in any case, you would have won, you would have been a Martyr, instead, now you are a hero, the general who personally put an end to a network of counterfeit liquor and corrupt policemen. I congratulate him. -Das patted the general on the back twice.

On the other hand, in the hospital Ximena tried to dodge a blow from that fake doctor, but in vain, her weakness didn't let her react well, she felt as if her head was exploding, she closed her eyes and felt more blows, followed by a slight rest, she opened them imagining that someone had come to her aid. She discovered that she was wrong, the thug took a breath and then placed both hands on her throat, trying to choke her. She remembered her children, her parents and of course Angelo, if he were alive it would be possible that she would not be going through this situation. But she couldn't depend on a protector either, although at the moment his flame seemed to be extinguished forever.

She felt as if her head was going to explode, the room began to darken, she crossed a bridge, on the horizon were her late parents, who greeted her by raising their hands, very happy to be reunited after so many years.

That image receded as if she was being pulled away. In front of her again was the emergency room, she saw that her murderer was still there, he had already let go of her neck, he was trying to scream and was hitting something. She regained her sight completely, she saw that someone was clinging to the fake doctor's neck, it couldn't be Emily, as she had long hair and this one was short, besides the streams of blood that stained her face with blood, making it difficult for her to recognise him. A few eternal seconds passed and the perpetrator became embarrassed, he stopped delivering blows, his eyes whitened, he remained on the floor. Ximena could detail her saviour, it was Erik, who thanks to a miracle woke up to save her.

-I'm so glad you woke up. -Ximena kissed him, not caring that he was covered in blood and began to contemplate giving him a chance.