Windstruck Page #2

You're dead!

We need to get the leader!

Let's get out of here

Freeze!

Who the hell are you?

Let me go. I'm an undercover cop

What's an undercover cop?

I don't know. An agent who does

secret investigation

Nice work

Who the hell are you?

You ruined everything!

I could've nailed them all

You ruined it!

Let me go!

You destroyed my masterpiece

Let's go

Do you know how great my plan was?

You threw mud on a Picasso!

Come on up, hurry

Give me the key

It's gone. I must've dropped it

while we were running

Let me see. Don't touch

It hurts

Hold my hand. It won't hurt as much

Everyone had to rush out for backup

We don't have any extras

They took all the handcuffs we had

Oh, and did you...

beat up some kids on the street?

Yeah, why?

His father is a big shot in our district

He's in a rage!

He's coming here. You'd better hide

Why? I didn't do anything wrong

He's the godfather of the nightclubs

He's almost like a gangster

Hurry and go

Nice introduction, Sheriff

So you're the b*tch who beat up my son

So what? Wait, sir!

You stay out of this

Sir, let's talk first

Get out! Hey, b*tch

How dare you hit my son?

You want to die? Are you staring at me?

I don't care if you're a cop

Go ahead, b*tch!

Take it easy, sir

Let's talk it over

Who the hell are you?

Hey b*tch. What did my son do?

Cops shouldn't hit people

He was smoking on the street and

acting rude so I taught him a lesson

If his Dad doesn't care,

I don't care if he smokes

who are you to hit him, b*tch?

Stop calling me b*tch,

you son-of-a-b*tch thug!

What? You're asking for death

Calm down, Officer Yeo

I'll take care of this, sir

She needs to be fired

She's a waste of taxpayer money

Hey you, watch out

when you walk home at night

Hey, boys. Remember her

Don't forget her face!

Yes sir!

How about you and

I just step outside

What the hell?

Do you think I have time for this?

You b*tch

Why, are you scared?

You ill-mannered b*tch!

You a**hole!

I can't take this sh*t anymore!

So you can yell, huh?

Stop staring at me, punk

You son of a b*tch

You're a big guy, huh?

That doesn't mean

you can hit a police officer!

Who the hell is this?

Me? You wanna know about me?

Sh*t!

Murder, arson, rape... I'm a three-peat

offender! You wanna die too?

What's the difference

between three murders or four?

Do you wanna die? On your knees, now!

On your knees! On your knees!"

What are you doing?

Can you do this in a police station?

You're one to talk

On your knees, bastard!

What are you guys doing?

On your knees!

Rich bastards get away with everything!

I'm sick of this world! On your knees!

Repeat after me. I'm sorry, officers

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