The boy, however, had not stopped.
He deeply hated men in uniform.
Years ago, when he was still a child, they had killed his father, who was also a drug dealer. They had made a round-up, like that day, and had shot him, killing him instantly. The kid had sworn to himself that one day he would make him pay for it.
And that day had finally come.
All the hatred that the boy had been harboring within him for years was coming out and unfortunately for him it was Jay who had ended up under his hand.
The detective was lying there on the ground stunned by the blow he took to the head when something pierced him at the height of his right side.
The boy had slipped the iron bar under Jay's jacket and pressed with all the strength he had in his body.
Immediately after he had pulled it out, he was happy to see it bleeding profusely, he had to pay.
The image of his father on the asphalt was still vivid in his memories, bleeding from a bullet fired by a policeman.
He was really enjoying watching the scene unfold before his eyes.
Shortly after Ruzek joined them and also with him began the struggle and the smart boy immediately hit him on the temple making him faint almost immediately.
Jay who had laboriously opened his eyes was happy with the arrival of his colleague and thought that at least he would finally be able to capture him and deliver him to put him in prison. He had made an attempt on the life of a policeman.
Shortly after, however, he realized that not even Adam, unfortunately, had been able to stop him.
That boy couldn't get away with it, he had to deal with it.
He grabbed the iron bar that the thug had dropped to the ground thinking he was done and with the strength of desperation Jay hit him in the legs making him fall to the ground on his knees in pain.
Then, taking advantage of the bar, he pushed the tip where he could be lying on the ground and made it penetrate exactly behind the knee.