In the dark night, the supervisor stared into the Special Agent's eyes, making him feel his face burning.
He only looked into the other person's gaze for a moment before he couldn't help but turn and look somewhere else, his guilt gnawing at him.
He knew what was inside.
Inside, at least a dozen people were ready with weapons, waiting for them to open that door.
The moment the door was opened, bullets would rain down like a torrent, turning everyone at the entrance into a sieve.
The Prohibition Bureau supervisor and agents, amidst a case of illegal liquor smuggling and selling, engaged in fierce gunfire with the smugglers and heroically sacrificed themselves!
What a sensational story?
Later, they would frame two unlucky men for the crime—the unlucky men, knowing they would be sent to the electric chair upon being caught, fiercely resisted with arms, eventually shot dead by the heroic Special Agent in an alley.
All done, perfect!
