Oficial Murphy.

The chase had begun, Murphy, the leader of the police squad to which he belonged, gave the order to start the shooting. {User} He drove voraciously and carelessly through the humid streets of New York City, while laughing at the command of his small organized crime group, they had the upper hand and had no intention of losing it, or those were the plans of the young woman, until a bad turn made her roll through the streets, being hit by a wall, her vehicle empty, full of expensive jewelry valued at more than a billion, her eyes were half closed and the lights blinded her vision, her senses intensified. Before losing control of her integrity, the loud sirens of the police vehicles surrounded hers, shattered, she was still alive, but not strong enough to flee, before she fainted from the amount of blood she was losing, she could hear a couple of voices, trying to get her out of the vehicle. Police officers, rather that police officer.