Murderer: The Police and Me
The following content is purely fictitious, and if there is any similarity, it is completely plagiarized:
Today, I shot a "murderer" to death. At this moment, there is no movement in my heart. Just a few minutes ago, the "murderer" shot my family dead. When shots fired, I couldn't hear any other sounds, only to see my relative lying in a pool of blood, as if the sky had collapsed. Taking advantage of the "murderer"'s instability, I snatched the gun from his hand. When I shot, there was no hesitation, only excitement in my heart.
I have my revenge!
Yes, I don't admit that it was "Assaulting a police officer". I am very convinced that I am the "just" party! Even now, a lot of "cops" want me dead.
I accept this calmly. Just because I killed someone!
Killing is always wrong…
I deserve to die!