Free Web NovelChapter 455: Chapter 455: Like Father, Like Son
Colin Summers and Harvey Jennings were both startled by the sudden turn of events.
When the four aunts of the man with glasses saw that their nephew was dead, they went berserk, scratching and hitting Colin Summers and Harvey Jennings. The two men couldn’t bring themselves to fight back and could only awkwardly dodge left and right.
Seeing this, Winnie Summers quickly shouted at them, "Don’t hit them! I’m the one who killed him! It has nothing to do with them!" frёewebnoѵēl.com
Hearing Winnie Summers’s words, the man’s four aunts whipped their heads around to look at her. Their eyes were filled with hatred as they shrieked, "So! It was you, you bitch!"
"What gives you the right to kill my nephew?! Buddy was the sole heir of the Quinn family! Now that he’s dead, the family line is finished!"
"You bitch! I’ll kill you! You’ll pay for my nephew’s life!"
Melody Summers’s heart skipped a beat. She rushed forward to stand in front of Winnie Summers, pulled out her pistol, and pointed it at the group of women. "Don’t come any closer," she commanded. "One more step and I’ll shoot! Do you want to go join your nephew in the grave?!"
Winnie Summers also drew her gun and said to the four women before her, "All of you, calm down!"
At that moment, the other members of the Emergency Management Office snapped back to their senses. They quickly dropped the robbers they were holding and ran over to block the four aunts.
Seeing the guns in the mother and daughter’s hands, the four aunts were startled. Even if the Emergency Management Office staff hadn’t stopped them, they wouldn’t have dared to move forward.
They could only resort to wailing again, "Oh, God! Is there any justice in this world?! A public murder!"
"Help! Someone’s committing murder! They killed an innocent man for no reason!"
Not only that, but they also tried to incite the onlooking residents: "Neighbors, please, help us! This woman killed our Buddy! She’s a murderer! Everyone, grab her!"
The piercing cries of the four women, combined with the wails of the man’s father mourning his son, created a five-fold sonic assault so powerful it nearly blew the roof off.
Melody Summers quickly cut them off. She shouted, "Shut up! All you know is that your nephew was killed. Why don’t you ask what he did?!"
"He was a robber! An attempted rapist! And a murderer! My mom killed him to save a hostage. He brought this on himself!"
At her words, the man’s aunts stopped crying. They exchanged a look, and one of them shouted, "You’re lying! Buddy has always been a good boy! How could he do something like that? You must be framing him, you damn girl!"
Melody Summers snorted coldly and replied, "So many people in this living room saw what happened. How could I frame him? If you don’t believe me, ask them! Ask everyone here if they think your nephew got what he deserved!"
By now, the crowd in the living room had also recovered from the shock. Hearing Melody’s words, they began to chime in:
"That’s right, that’s right! We all saw it. Your nephew was asking for it. You can’t blame anyone else!"
Someone else said to the man’s father, "Quinn, it’s not my place to say, but you can’t blame anyone else for your son ending up like this! It’s all because you never bothered to discipline him!"
"Now that you mention it, I remember! The Quinn family’s son had been to jail before the cataclysm, right? What was it for again?"
"Harassing a female resident in the complex! And it was his second time, too. He stalked her and even pulled down his pants and exposed himself..."
"That jogs my memory, too. I think that did happen. The female resident even beat him with a stick and broke his bone. I can’t believe he was still up to his old tricks."
"I said it back then, a guy who only thinks with his dick was bound to end up like this. I just didn’t expect to witness his grand finale in person today, haha."
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Listening to the crowd’s accusations and gossip, Quinn, who had been collapsed on the floor mourning his son, turned beet red.
He stopped crying, scrambled up from the floor, and shouted at Winnie Summers, "No matter what, you had no right to kill my son! You’re not the police! You don’t have the authority to enforce the law!"
Winnie Summers replied coldly, "I’m a staff member of the Emergency Management Office. I have a duty to ensure the safety of the residents in this complex! Your son was about to murder a hostage with a knife. In a life-or-death situation, I had no other choice!"
Hearing this, Quinn stomped his foot in fury. Arguing irrationally, he retorted, "How could you have no other choice? Couldn’t you have shot the knife out of his hand? Couldn’t you have shot his arm or his leg? Why did you have to kill him?!"
The man’s aunts chimed in, "That’s right! There were other ways! What gave you the right to kill Buddy? Do you have any idea that Buddy was the only male heir in our Quinn family?!"
"Our family has only had one son for generations, and that was Buddy! Now you’ve ruined everything!"
"You killed Buddy! How are we supposed to go on living?!"
Winnie Summers frowned at the people in front of her. ’In that situation, I really had no other choice but to kill him,’ she thought.
’First, it was to save Ivy Draper. But more importantly, this incident drew too much attention. With so many eyes watching, there was no guarantee someone else wouldn’t get similar ideas. I had to make an example of him to kill any such thoughts, otherwise I was afraid others would try to imitate him.’
Winnie Summers looked at the group and said coldly, "Even if you reported this to the authorities, the result would be the same. So what if he was your family’s sole heir? When you do something wrong, you pay the price. If you can’t be bothered to raise your child properly, someone else will do it for you."
One of the onlookers couldn’t stand the family’s irrational arguments anymore and spoke up in support. "That’s right, Quinn! Your son didn’t die unjustly this time! You weren’t here earlier, so you didn’t see it. In front of everyone, your son was pinning down a young woman, about to rape her!"
Quinn shot the speaker a vicious glare and said venomously, "So what?! My son is a young, single man! It’s her good fortune to be raped by him! Maybe that slut was asking for it, throwing herself at my son!"
The resident on the receiving end of the glare frowned deeply. He clearly hadn’t expected Quinn to say something so outrageous. He instinctively pulled his young daughter behind him and shouted at Quinn, "You’re completely unreasonable! Your son deserved to die!"
The other residents were also infuriated by Quinn’s words and chimed in:
"Like father, like son. I can’t believe the dad is just as rotten!"
"I felt a little sorry for them losing their only son, but now all I can say is good riddance! He deserved it!"
"Look at the ugly faces on this family. All I can say is it’s a good thing that kid is dead, otherwise who knows how many more people he would have harmed!"
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Hearing the crowd’s murmurs, the man’s father’s face flushed crimson. A wave of fury surged from the depths of his heart, rushing straight to his head.
He roared, "Shut up! Don’t you dare talk about my son! I’ll kill you!"
With that, he pulled a fruit knife from his clothes and lunged straight at the crowd—
’It’s all decided,’ he thought. ’The Quinn family’s sole heir is gone. I have to take a few of these loud-mouthed neighbors with me to accompany my dear Buddy in death! I’ll make these neighbors an offering for my son!’
But before he could even get close to the crowd, a single gunshot rang out—BANG!
A bullet flew from the chamber, cut through the air, and sped directly toward the man’s father.
The once-noisy living room seemed to freeze at that moment. Everything around them became slow and clear, and the terrified expressions on people’s faces were frozen in time.
The next second, the bullet pierced Quinn’s chest, the impact knocking him straight to the ground.
The last thing he saw was Winnie Summers pulling the trigger. Her expression was cold, as if to say, "See? There really was no way to shoot the hand, and no way to shoot an arm or a leg."
Blood gushed from Quinn’s wound, staining the ground beneath him red.
Quinn’s body twitched a few times, and then he breathed his last.
