05/23/2026
The B2 underground parking garage was eerily quiet, the only sound echoing through the concrete structure being the faint screech of tires as a sleek black sedan slowly backed into a parking space. Dim neon lights flickered above, casting pale reflections across the gray pillars and creating a cold, gloomy atmosphere. Just as the driver was about to turn off the engine, a dark figure in a police uniform suddenly approached and knocked sharply on the car window, signaling for him to roll it down. The driver, a broad-shouldered bald man wearing a crisp white shirt, showed no trace of fear. Calmly, he opened the door and stepped out to face the officer. “Hey, stay right there,” the policeman ordered, glancing around before locking his eyes on the man. He had no idea that several patrol cars were already approaching from deeper inside the garage, their flashing lights reflecting faintly off the walls. Confident this would be another easy payday, the corrupt officer leaned close and whispered threateningly, “Give me some money and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, I’ll frame you and you’ll rot in prison.” Silence hung heavily in the air for a few seconds. The man in the white shirt stared directly into the officer’s eyes, his expression completely unchanged. “No,” he replied coldly. The officer opened his mouth to threaten him again, but the words died instantly when the man slowly pulled a black leather badge wallet from his pocket and flipped it open in front of him. Behind the clear protective cover gleamed the unmistakable authority of the FBI. “I’m FBI. You picked the wrong car,” the man said in a deep, sharp voice as he held the badge up. “You’re finished.” The corrupt policeman’s eyes widened in terror. His face drained of color as the realization crashed down on him he had just tried to extort a federal agent. The game was over, and this time, he was the one who would end up in handcuffs.Part 2 in the comments
