Lucky Spin: Godly Programming-Chapter 71: The Arrest

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The sirens didn’t scream. There was no need to announce it, not yet. Five marked police vehicles rolled quietly out of the station compound, their headlights cutting through the dusk.

At the front, Chief Michael Reyes sat in the lead unit, his eyes fixed ahead.

His hand was a little bit hasty, in the back seat since he was eager to get there as quickly as possible.

If he could just teleport, he would have done it a long time ago.

Two patrol cars flanked the convoy from behind and the side, assigned to handle perimeter security and control any interference that might erupt once it got out.

Another unit followed, carrying the transport cage, ready to hold the criminal once in custody.

The final car held plainclothes officers, dressed like civilians but armed and alert, ready to observe the surroundings and manage any bystanders if needed.

Inside one of the tactical vans, a six-man response team silently checked their gear.

Bulletproof vests were secured, M4 carbines loaded, and comms were tested, all in preparation for the operation ahead.

These weren’t desk cops, they were the strike team, trained for fast, clean entries. Leading them was an experienced sergeant, nodding along with Reyes’s commands over radio.

Beside them sat an investigation officer, with the laptop on standby and case tags ready. His job was to document everything from arrest to evidence retrieval.

There would be no mistakes this time. No gaps in paperwork, no technicalities to hide behind.

As they turned toward the road that led to the Rivas estate, the convoy moved like a silent verdict.

Finally, they arrived outside the huge gate of the mansion.

"You’ve said that he was here and hasn’t left for days, right?" Michael asked.

One of the men responded with a nod, "Yes sir, we’ve secretly watched everything and made sure he wouldn’t leave unnoticed. Until now we haven’t seen him leave."

"That’s good. Let’s start the operation," Michael stated.

Just as they prepared to move, the person guarding the gate noticed them. Two people approaching, and just from their looks, it was clear they weren’t normal security guards.

The lead vehicle’s door swung open, and the tactical team moved out.

Their boots hit the pavement in unison, rifles held ready but lowered, their vests clearly marked with PNP-SWAT, their faces obscured behind dark visors.

Michael stepped out last, his presence alone enough to shift the air around them. He nodded once, and the team advanced toward the gate.

The two security guards stood their ground, one of them subtly reaching for his waist as the others stepped forward, clearly preparing for whatever was about to unfold.

"This is private property," one of them warned.

"You have no authority here unless..."

"Don’t finish that sentence," Michael cut him sharply.

"We have a warrant and a full legal basis. Stand down!"

He gestured, and the plainclothes officers fanned out, one holding a printed document, the other recording everything with a body camera.

The guards exchanged a look, they are stunned and clearly off guard by this. They weren’t expecting this level of preparation just a day ago after the young master was just released.

"Final warning," one of the SWAT officers said coldly.

"Open the gate or we breach it."

After a tense pause, one of the guards slowly reached into the booth and pressed the release. The iron gates creaked open.

Michael then gave a single command, "Go in. Find the culprit and bring him out so the law can judge him"

The strike team moved swiftly, vanishing into the estate like shadows. They cleared rooms, covering every angle as they searched for Angelo.

Michael, with Gabriel beside him, entered the mansion. As they arrived in the living room, they saw five people inside.

The most imposing of the five was a man sitting on the couch. His aura and presence were unmistakable, as it exudes pure power and control.

His influence in both business and the underworld was clear, making him a dangerous figure to cross.

"Alonzo, you’re surprised, right?" Michael said with a smile not feeling afraid.

Alonzo glanced at him with a calm look, his eyes showing no emotion. It was a calmness so deep that it seemed he had expected this to happen all along.

"So, it’s actually the police chief," Alonzo said with a smile, his bright teeth showing.

"Why have you come without letting us know?"

Alonzo then leaned back, crossing his leg, "I should have prepared a feast, but too bad you didn’t tell me," he said, shaking his head in disappointment.

Michael stood across from him, his expression unreadable except for the faint smile he wore.

"Haha, no need, no need. You must know why I’m here, right?" Michael said, flicking his fingers.

Then Gabriel took a chair as he sat on it while Gabriel remained standing, his presence commanding and authoritative.

"Oh, what seems to be the purpose?" Alonzo inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Michael pulled a neatly folded paper from his coat pocket. With two fingers, he tossed it lightly onto the coffee table between them.

The piece of folded paper slid perfectly into place, landing on the other side.

"That, Alonzo, is what your son couldn’t delete," he said, voice calm but sharp enough to cut glass.

"Signed, sealed, admissible in court." He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes locked on Alonzo.

"Didn’t you say that as long as there’s no evidence, your son would be left untouchable?" Michael said, giving him a scornful stare.

"Why, you arrogant..." The bulky, tanned man roared, about to rush forward.

But Alonzo stood up with a smile on his face, stopping the man in his tracks.

"Stand down," Alonzo whispered.

Then his gaze shifted to the person standing beside Michael.

It was a person in plainclothes, the investigation officer, with a clipboard in hand, silently recording everything.

Seeing Alonzo stand, the officer also stood up, facing him face-to-face, with only the table separating them.

"So, let’s make this fast. Hand over your son, and we’ll take him to the police station to go through the proper procedures," Michael suggested.

"My son? I believe I can’t help you with that, since I don’t even know where he is," Alonzo responded.

"Sir, under Article 19 of the Revised Penal Code, harboring or concealing a person who is the subject of an arrest warrant may qualify as obstruction of justice. If it’s proven that you are knowingly protecting your son, you may face charges yourself."

The officer flipped a page on his clipboard, as he continued but his voice still sounded respectful.

"As of now, your son is a suspect, with video evidence linking him to a criminal act. If we find him on this property and you’ve claimed ignorance, it will be seen as willful concealment. That carries its own legal consequences."

Michael leaned back, still quiet as the smile still adorned in his face.

"You said you don’t know where he is, Alonzo," he said finally making his voice soft.

"Let’s hope your house doesn’t say otherwise."

After 30 minutes, the strike team arrived in the living room. The leader approached Michael and whispered something into his ear.

Michael’s face shifted, his expression growing serious as he looked at Alonzo, who had been smiling at him from the very beginning until the end?

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