Gru held the gun with both hands, aiming at the hiding spot of that person, quickly emptying a clip of bullets.
The prisoners, as if driven mad, fled in the direction away from Gru, while the Warden beside him had already collapsed onto the ground. Gru's followers weren't too concerned, just that a few who still retained their humanity showed hints of intolerance.
No foolish prisoner tried to charge at Gru's team, so besides Gru, none of the officers moved; they didn't know what to do.
The King of LAPD seemed to have gone mad, yet he retained some sanity—at least he didn't reload and continue firing.
"Everyone stop, stop shouting! I told you to stop shouting!"
The prisoners who were gunned down wailed in pain, but Gru was impatient.
He obtained a long-missed pleasure from brutally slaughtering; just now he even found a bit of the feeling of power he once held. But now, these prisoners were ruining his mood.
