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Beckett was pulled aside by Esposito, who reported in detail about their boss acting like a madman with a fully loaded automatic rifle capable of firing 100 rounds. Looking at the assassin lying on the ground in a miserable state, Esposito swallowed hard before speaking: "Did you somehow provoke Castle recently? Why did he go berserk with that HK-416, mowing down this assassin like a maniac?"

Fortunately, the identity of the assassin had already been confirmed, but Castle's so-called "self-defense" with an automatic rifle seemed a bit excessive, didn't it?

Beckett glared at Esposito, annoyed: "Do you even know why Castle insisted on taking down this assassin himself?"

Esposito shook his head, looking innocently at his clearly agitated boss.

Beckett sighed deeply: "According to Castle, not only was this assassin highly skilled, but he also had some bizarre abilities. Castle was afraid that if we engaged with him, someone might get hurt, so he chose this method. After all, there's a significant difference between an automatic rifle and a handgun.

An automatic rifle and a handgun are worlds apart in terms of firepower. Even a kid with an AK can keep more than ten armed adults with handguns pinned down!

But this assassin, with just a Browning M1911, was able to challenge us police officers, completely ignoring the firepower gap!

This assassin comes from an organization called the Brotherhood of Assassins, which has been secretly operating for years and possesses strange techniques. For instance, these assassins can supposedly make bullets curve around obstacles to hit targets behind cover!

Think about the scenario—what would happen if our officers had engaged him here? That's why Castle used such overwhelming firepower to suppress the assassin before finally deciding to kill him—to prevent any chance of the assassin causing casualties among our people!"

Esposito's mouth hung open. He had no idea that these Brotherhood of Assassins were so formidable. Due to the suddenness of the situation and for security reasons, Beckett, after consulting with Castle, had not fully briefed the officers about the assassin's background before they arrived on the scene. Neither Beckett nor Castle wanted the Brotherhood to know that they had gathered intelligence on them. Consequently, only Beckett was aware that they were going up against a highly skilled assassin.

Because Beckett hadn't shared this information earlier, most of the officers were shocked when they arrived at the scene, with 5.56mm SS109 shell casings scattered everywhere, making it look like a warzone in Fallujah. The officers gained a new respect for Castle's ruthlessness, deciding never again to refer to him as "the chief's husband" in front of him—who knew if this maniac might suddenly pull out an automatic rifle with a drum magazine and turn them into ragdolls?

Besides, the chief's boyfriend had already killed three people in the past few days—he was really piling up the body count! Wasn't this guy supposed to be an acclaimed mystery writer? Why did he seem so adept at killing? Could he be a well-hidden psychopath? With these thoughts swirling in their minds, the officers cleaning up the scene felt a chill run down their spines. Better not hang around too close to either the chief or "the chief's husband"—who knew when the guy might snap?

The officers kept their heads down, diligently cleaning the scene. Beckett had already set the narrative: an assassin attempted to murder "the chief's husband" and got killed in self-defense. As for why "the chief's husband" had an HK-416 on him during self-defense? Well, was that really any of their business?

Most of the officers were loyal to Beckett, and Castle was well-liked among them. The dead man had a gun in his hand—did anyone really think he was just taking a walk in Central Park with Castle?

Luckily, they were in a secluded part of the park, far from the prying eyes of the ever-present reporters, which eased the minds of the officers tasked with "cleaning up." Even Renee didn't show up this time, hastily arranging for the unlucky assassin's body—riddled with at least five or six bullets in the chest—to be sent back to her lab under Beckett's discreet approval. Regardless of the circumstances, Castle's "self-defense" killing still required an official autopsy report from Renee to wrap things up.

Castle took one last look at the master gunsmith he had gunned down and felt surprisingly calm, without any emotional turmoil. Instead, he found the Brotherhood of Assassins ridiculous—were they so out of touch with modern times that they had become this foolish?

Castle had initially expected a more even fight with the gunsmith. Unfortunately, while the man was skilled in modifying firearms, he failed miserably in his actual assassination attempt. Going after Castle without the right intelligence had led him straight into a brick wall.

After quietly instructing Esposito, Beckett walked over to Castle, who was standing idly by: "Why such a big scene this time? I don't believe you couldn't have handled this more quietly. What's with the sudden anger?"

Castle, unable to hide his thoughts from Beckett, didn't dodge the question and confessed: "I'm just fed up. This Senator William Bracken is driving me crazy! I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I got someone to set me up with a high-powered automatic rifle to let off some steam…"

Beckett began to understand. After facing three assassination attempts by Senator William Bracken's men, both she and Castle were growing tired of the senator's desperate tactics. She stepped forward, taking Castle's hand: "There won't be a next time! I promise.

I'll report today's events to the higher-ups once we get back to the precinct. I'm sure the NYPD and the DA's office will be furious over what happened today. But you need to be careful. I might have to work late tonight because of this. Do you want to come back to the precinct to give your statement now, or would you prefer to rest at home and come in tomorrow?"

Castle wasn't lying to Beckett; he genuinely felt disgusted by Bracken's tactics. But he now realized he had made a critical mistake: he should never have played by the rules, slowly gathering evidence with Beckett to bring Bracken down. He should have used the senator's own methods—eliminating the problem directly, just as Bracken had tried to eliminate him.

Now that the NYPD, the DA, and the Justice Department were all involved, Castle could only defend himself against Bracken's assassins. This passive approach was unbearable.

If only he had quietly dealt with Bracken from the start, without informing Beckett or anyone else. The senator, with all his power, would have been nothing more than a sitting duck before Castle's sniper rifle. All this trouble could have been avoided.

Castle deeply regretted his miscalculation. Now that the situation had been exposed and everyone knew about it, he could no longer take matters into his own hands. What a blunder! What a misstep!

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