Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 85 The character collapses
"Don't fucking joke around with me."

Rebecca looked very serious:
"This is not a law enforcement assessment. The targets on the training field won't fight back, but the enemy will. Getting first place doesn't mean you're qualified to go on field missions. In field missions, anyone can be hiding in the shadows and shooting at you at any time and in any place. If you treat missions like a game, you'll die a horrible death."

"I understand your idea."

Milo could also tell that Rebecca's serious expression meant she wasn't joking at all.

"Don't worry, I'll just follow you around. Wherever you go, I'll go. I definitely won't do anything reckless."

He understood that Rebecca's earnest warning was entirely well-intentioned.

From Robben's previous serial murders, Milo could already clearly sense that the fierce and extremely lethal woman in front of him was actually the type who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, or more accurately, fierce on the outside but warm on the inside.

"I've said everything I needed to say, that's all."

Rebecca was fairly satisfied with Milo's attitude.

It's late at night, and it's pitch black outside the glass window; you can't see anything.

Although there was a constant din of train tracks and whistling wind in my ears, I still felt tired after staring at the strongly lined decorative pictures on the walls for a long time in the dimly lit cubicle.

Rebecca and Milo each leaned against the train's interior wall, their legs tucked in, covering themselves with their trench coats, trying to get a short nap before dawn.

Just as Milo adjusted his posture and was about to close his eyes, he heard Rebecca's voice beside him:

"No, I've already told you where I came from. To be fair, you have to tell me where you came from too."

"Huh?" Milo removed the hat from his face and glanced at Rebecca.

The latter huddled in the corner of the bench, hugging her knees, waiting for Milo to answer her question.

This was the first time Milo had ever seen Rebecca strike such a girlish pose.

You should know that in her daily life, Rebecca always has a wild and unrestrained temperament, no matter when or where. When she sits down, she gives people the feeling that she wants to put her feet on your head. She is completely unrelated to the word "lady". In the previous era, she would be the type to be arrested and sent to a reformatory.

"Are you cold?" Milo asked, looking at Rebecca's huddled-up figure.

“Don’t interrupt.” Rebecca stared at Milo.

It's clear that she's always been "bothered" by Milo's background, which probably goes back to when she first interrogated Milo during the Robben serial murder case.

At that time, she couldn't find out anything about Milo. The files about Milo that could be found in Nanwei City stopped five years ago, and there was a blank before that. Even after Milo entered the law enforcement agency, Rebecca didn't know his background.

“What does this have to do with fairness…” Milo still didn’t understand her thought process.

“Of course it’s relevant. This is called information sharing. I’ve already told you I’m from a small island in the South China Sea, so you have to tell me where you’re from too.” Rebecca indicated that her thinking was flawless.

“Born by my mother.” Milo rolled his eyes.

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then." Rebecca pulled the brim of her hat down over her head.

Milo put his hands behind his head and stared intently at the symmetrical geometric pattern on the ceiling for a long time: "To be honest, I can't remember it very well."

"Can't remember? Did you also leave your hometown when you were very young?"

“No, it’s mainly because it’s too far away, and the difference from here is too great. I can hardly remember anymore.” Milo rubbed his eyes with his fingers. “Where we are… there are no nobles, and no church. Oh no, there is a church, but it’s not very popular in my hometown. We don’t believe in God. In comparison, we believe more in Gatling guns.”

"Gatling gun?" Rebecca had never heard of such a thing before.

"Something with a very high rate of fire and a large firing volume..."

Are you telling a dirty joke?

"I do not have."

……

There was a two-minute silence in the cubicle.

Milo had just closed his eyes when Rebecca spoke again:
"Then tell me another one."

"Huh? A dirty joke?" Milo rubbed his eyes.

"Tsk... talk about your hometown!" Rebecca glared at him fiercely.

Milo glanced at Rebecca's fierce gaze: "What kind of topic do you want to hear about?"

What good food do you have where you live?

“I remember now, there is a place in my country that is rich in all kinds of mushrooms, some of which cause hallucinations after eating them, and people say that you can see many little people or things like that.”

"Get out! Go to sleep."

……

...

The next morning.

After a long 13 hours, the train finally arrived at its final destination – Galid Station.

When Milo staggered out of the station carrying his suitcase, the weariness on his face was even more pronounced than it had been before he went to bed the night before.

The reason is that the female boss sleeping opposite him talks in her sleep.

Yes, Rebecca started muttering after she fell asleep, and it didn't stop all night.

Logically speaking, Milo should have become immune to all poisons after five years of training by his family's old Kang's late-night symphony, and he would fall asleep every night to the sound of the planetary engine.

However, sleep talking and snoring are different.

Snoring has a rhythm; it follows a pattern.

But sleep talking is different. Who can stand having someone next to you startling you, sometimes whimpering like a wronged little girl, and sometimes suddenly raising their voice to yell and scream?

Milo felt like he was back in the nightmare phase.

There was no peace and quiet all night long. His hand was always on the hilt of the Boy's knife at his waist, as if he was afraid that Rebecca would suddenly jump up and hit him on the head with those two brass knuckles.

Fortunately, Rebecca was just talking in her sleep, not sleepwalking.

Throughout the night, Milo couldn't remember what she was muttering at all, only that she said in a very aggrieved, tearful voice, "I will never eat mushrooms again 555" and other similar things.

Milo couldn't help but burst out laughing in the middle of the night.

……

Why do you look so weak?

Rebecca walked past Milo with great energy, and when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of his face, which looked like it had been through excessive indulgence.

"Don't you have any self-awareness?" Milo looked at Rebecca with half-closed eyelids and a helpless expression.

"What number?" Rebecca blinked her bright, piercing eyes.

“Then it seems you really don’t know… I only have one request: when we get to the hotel, we must stay separately tonight.” Milo leaned back, making a crackling sound.

Rebecca looked at Milo with an expression as if he were a pervert:

"What? You were actually thinking of sharing a room with me?"

"No, no, it can't be that bad."

Milo shook his head wildly.

(End of this chapter)