The block went deaf under the spray. The cop car took a full hail of lead—windows shattered, metal twisted, alarms screaming like banshees. Smoke and sparks spat from the engine, acrid gunpowder choking the air. The cops inside ducked and screamed, their uniforms torn, skin grazed by fragments, hands slamming on the dash in panic. Tires ripped the asphalt as the car fishtailed into the gutter, dragging sparks like a funeral pyre. Shadows scattered in terror, and the street stank of fear, blood, and burning rubber. Chaos owned the night.