Jason Ake is a legend.
Most say he is the best cop that they ever met.
He busted so many criminals they have lost count when he reached three digits.
Every criminal small or big and i don’t mean their size, know his name.
They fear him and would love to see him dead.
Some call him a saint, a couple think he is a superhero, others say he is lucky.
A new day starts for Jason and he is investigating a drug case.
He is on his way over to a cocaine factory.
Arriving at what seems to be a abandoned factory.
The lights are on so Jason climbs a fire escape located on the side of the building.
Peeking trough the small window he can see some goons and some half dressed women producing coke.
It looked like the factory line in Santa’s workshop on the North Pole he thought to himself.
Jason doesn’t hesitate for a moment like he always does.
Kicks the door in and jumps down some stairs.
“Freeze LAPD!, Drop your weapons!”
At that moment more than a thousand bullets (they are still counting the bullets) had missed Jason already.
He starts to count, bullets passing him by “one.. .. two.. .. three.. four.. five..” another 500 bullets past him by.
Jason starts shooting down all the goons, the women had already fled but backup was on it’s way they would be caught soon enough.
The super cop has done it again he thinks to himself.
He turns towards the entrance to make his way out.
Not looking where he walks he stands on a piece of soap.
He slips and breaks his neck.
Our hero has died not of bullets but because piece of soap laying in an old soap factory.
Most say he is the best cop that they ever met.
He busted so many criminals they have lost count when he reached three digits.
Every criminal small or big and i don’t mean their size, know his name.
They fear him and would love to see him dead.
Some call him a saint, a couple think he is a superhero, others say he is lucky.
A new day starts for Jason and he is investigating a drug case.
He is on his way over to a cocaine factory.
Arriving at what seems to be a abandoned factory.
The lights are on so Jason climbs a fire escape located on the side of the building.
Peeking trough the small window he can see some goons and some half dressed women producing coke.
It looked like the factory line in Santa’s workshop on the North Pole he thought to himself.
Jason doesn’t hesitate for a moment like he always does.
Kicks the door in and jumps down some stairs.
“Freeze LAPD!, Drop your weapons!”
At that moment more than a thousand bullets (they are still counting the bullets) had missed Jason already.
He starts to count, bullets passing him by “one.. .. two.. .. three.. four.. five..” another 500 bullets past him by.
Jason starts shooting down all the goons, the women had already fled but backup was on it’s way they would be caught soon enough.
The super cop has done it again he thinks to himself.
He turns towards the entrance to make his way out.
Not looking where he walks he stands on a piece of soap.
He slips and breaks his neck.
Our hero has died not of bullets but because piece of soap laying in an old soap factory.
