Chapter 523

Chapter 523:

“I’m Jacoby Marquez! My family owns Sup Group—surely you’ve heard of us!” he stammered, desperation seeping into every word.

But his words only earned a mocking laugh from the officers. “Everyone’s somebody when they’re in trouble. Being ‘Jacoby’ doesn’t buy you special treatment.”

“Enough of the nonsense!” the second officer snapped. “We’ll figure out who you really are soon enough. Now, get down!”

Feeling the gravity of the situation and the weight of the weapon trained on him, Jacoby realized resistance was futile.

Despite the rage simmering within him, he crouched down, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. The pain in his body pulsed with every movement, a cruel reminder of his helplessness.

As Jacoby complied, the officers seemed pleased, their eyes scanning him like predators cornering prey. Meanwhile, Ashton, appearing unscathed, stood unnervingly calm, like a man watching rain fall, indifferent to the storm.

The officers, growing impatient, shifted their attention. “Hey, you! Are you deaf? Get over here, hands on your head, or we’ll shoot you both!”

One officer even clicked the safety off his gun, as if daring Ashton to resist.

Jacoby’s panic flared like wildfire. “Ashton! For heaven’s sake, do what they say! Don’t drag me down with you!”

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ashton raised his hands, but then, when the two officers relaxed a bit, his expression shifted—a smirk playing on his lips, eyes narrowing with predatory focus.

In one swift movement, Ashton lunged at the nearest officer, striking his hand with precision and disarming him in a heartbeat.

Before anyone could react, Ashton had the officer in a chokehold, the gun now pressed firmly against the man’s temple.

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The scene unfolded in a blur, leaving the other standing officer and the one sitting in the driver’s seat of the patrol car frozen in shock. By the time they gathered their wits, Ashton had already seized control, holding his captive like a shield.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Drop the gun, or we won’t hesitate to fire!” the other standing officer shouted, his voice cracking with panic, the gravity of the situation sinking in. As Jacoby crouched, pain rippling through his body, he stared in disbelief. He had always known Ashton was fearless, but this? This was pure madness.

Taking on a police officer, holding him hostage—had Ashton completely lost his mind?

And worse, Jacoby wondered if Ashton really wanted to drag him into the abyss along with him.

After the brief commotion, the police officer held hostage by Ashton was the first to regain his composure.

He stopped struggling. Instead, he reprimanded Ashton sternly, “Young man, I don’t know your reason for all this. But I hope you can see the situation clearly. Please put your gun down.” At that moment, the police officer responsible for driving also got out of the car. The two officers pointed their guns at Ashton. Now that two guns were aimed at Ashton, the police officer he held hostage became even more confident, feeling more assured that Ashton was now in a much weaker position.

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