Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 28.7. The Wedding of the Century
"Is the intelligence confirmed to be accurate?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, there's no mistake! Even if that bastard shaved his head and disfigured himself, I would still recognize him!!"

"Okay, thank you for the information. If we successfully arrest him, we will award you the corresponding Good Citizen Medal."

"Dududu~"

—Rose Street. National Security Bureau—

Darren put down the rotary phone and crossed his arms thoughtfully—just now, a woman had called in a fit of rage, saying that a prisoner had appeared.

His name was McKinney, and he was a fugitive.

This is a notorious villain who has recently gained notoriety for defrauding women by exploiting their emotions. There are four documented cases in the area, spanning two years and involving a total of 100 million kronor.

The crime was committed by a group, usually with members of the team acting as the bad guys, while McKinney would seize the opportunity to step in and save the damsel in distress, thus developing a romantic relationship with the woman.

He then wins the woman's heart, gets married, finds out all her assets to lower her guard, and then suddenly runs away with all her money in the dead of night.

He's a truly wicked villain who both robs people of their money and hurts their hearts.

Without a doubt, he must be arrested.

As Isabel's deputy, Darren is also a member of the National Security Bureau's Security Countermeasures Division. Although he is not an official team leader, he can lead the team to handle situations even when there is no team leader in the bureau.

Moreover, the call came to the duty room, where he happened to be reading the newspaper; it was an obvious choice.

All that's needed is to apply to higher authorities.

Darren put on his police cap and then went to Isabel's office, the highest-ranking officer in charge of the countermeasures section of the Greenley City National Security Bureau, who was his direct superior.

On Rose Street, where they lived, Isabelle held many titles: a promising young colonel, the most outstanding heir of the Dorandau family, and so on.

But in Darren's eyes, she was a lonely and overworked person.

"Knock knock (sound of knocking on the door)."

"Please come in."

A few seconds later, a sound came from inside the door.

Darren reached out and pushed open the office door, looking up at the person behind the desk—a young woman with silver-gray hair was wrapped in a fleece blanket, calmly reviewing documents, with a cup of coffee that had gone cold beside her.

She might have been sitting here all morning.

“Report.” Darren saluted and said seriously, “A citizen just reported to the duty room that McKinney, an escaped prisoner, has been found in the central garden of Rose Street. Norika and the others are currently out, and Captain Orn is on leave, so I’m going to lead a team to handle this matter, sir.”

“McKinney…” Isabelle murmured.

Her eyes were thoughtful as she rested her fingers on her chin, recalling the romance scammer who had made the newspapers. His dark skin and blond hair were indeed very likely to make women fall for him.

“Yes, go ahead.” Isabel nodded after a moment.

"Yes, sir!" Darren stood at attention, saluted, and left the office.

Although he didn't intend to peek into his superior's office, he still inadvertently noticed as he left—there were several photos on Isabel's desk, photos of Inspector Kitty from the Investigation Division.

In the photo, he is obese and is holding hands with someone, laughing like a fat pig.

Darren knew what this meant; among the children the Baplow Company had recovered that day were even the children of former police officers. Seeing his veteran colleague weeping before him, as a sheriff, he felt a pang of sadness.

But behind every interaction of interests lies a deep-rooted factional relationship—Darren doesn't want his superior to get into a stalemate. Even the most upright spirit can't be broken by mud, so he'll just give him a subtle reminder when the time comes.

"Olmi, off on a mission."

Inside the National Security Bureau's police office, Darren beckoned several young officers to follow him to deal with this despicable money fraudster. It wasn't a dangerous mission; they were already more than capable.

"Yes!"

The young and passionate police officer saluted in response.

……

—Rose Street, Central Garden—

"Hiccup~ This cake is so delicious..."

The wedding venue, bathed in soft sunlight, was filled with a happy atmosphere, with laughter and cheers echoing across the lawn. The more than twenty tables were already full, and now appetizers and desserts were being served.

Nicole's mouth was covered in cream, and her stomach was full. An hour had passed since they arrived at the wedding venue, and it was finally time for the ceremony to officially begin.

He Ye, who was sitting next to him, was also enjoying the bread. He took a bite and chewed, tasting a flavor that was even happier than usual—damn, Miss Aisha put too much sugar in it.

But it doesn't matter, it just shows how happy she is.

'Mr. Leon? It's a pleasure to see you!'

Haha, you're welcome.

All that remains are blessings.

The bride and groom stood before the altar surrounded by flowers, with a bishop in monastic robes standing between them. They gazed at each other tenderly as a solemn declaration was made.

“Dear friends, today, before God and the dawn, we witness together the sacred wedding of Mr. Harold and Miss Elsa.”

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from below, and He Ye also clapped heartily. Seeing this, Ni hurriedly joined in the clapping, but could only do so with a piece of bread still in her mouth.

"Pah pah pah pah pah."

"So touching."

"I wish you a happy marriage."

Almost everyone sitting here was like that, because they were all neighbors of "Elsa's Sweet Bakery," with only a few people looking a little awkward, who seemed to be Harold's friends—and a certain man with a sour face who was pursing his lips.

However, he is not the main point.

The focus was on Harold's friends; their gazes held an inexplicable scrutiny as they looked at Miss Elsa in her wedding dress as if she were their prey for the night.

He Ye noticed this but didn't think much of it. He was just there to offer his blessings, and he didn't know if the custom of making a ruckus in the bridal chamber existed in this world. Perhaps that was why they were looking at him.

We will soon move on to the next stage.

"From this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part—Miss Elsa, will you stay with Harold?"

The novice in monastic robes, dressed as a bishop, asked patiently.

“I do,” Miss Elsa nodded.

Then came the same question, and the bald, dark-skinned Harold nodded earnestly, his honest demeanor suggesting he would never change his ways.

Next comes the second step: exchanging rings.

The shimmering silver ring was slowly taken from his hand, passed through the woman's fair and slender ring finger, until it reached the bottom of her fingertip, and then slowly left.

Looking at the two people who were truly in love, He Ye thought it was wonderful, and she could already imagine that she would have a similar blissful moment when she found her marriage partner in the future.

He was clapping with tears in his eyes.

Whoosh—that's the feeling, in Nicole's words.

"Now, by the authority granted to me by the Church and the State, I hereby declare you husband and wife—at this moment, the groom may kiss the bride!"

In the final segment, the middle-aged man playing the bishop spoke with great enthusiasm!
Without a doubt, this moment was the focus of everyone's attention!
The two people slowly approached each other in front of the altar amidst the flowers, their lips gradually drawing closer until the next moment—when a shout suddenly rang out!

"I disagree!!!" A man suddenly stood up from the table below!

His face was contorted with a bitter expression, and he clenched his fists and shouted loudly, with an imposing and heroic air, as if he had descended from the sky!

In an instant, everyone's gaze shifted again, and they stared in astonishment at the young man who had stood up.

The young man with black hair looked so ordinary, with an ordinary appearance and height, but his clenched fist was anything but ordinary, and his freckled face held a resolute gaze.

Surrounded by flowers, Harold, who was about to kiss the young man, hesitated and turned to look at the young man who had stood up: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am!"

The black-haired youth stepped forward, gritting his teeth: "The point is, I don't agree to your wedding!"

Heye: "?"

yeah?
Who else would you be if not my buddy?

Seeing someone disrupt his heartfelt wedding, He Ye frowned, feeling displeased. "There are millions of couples so loving and affectionate, what does it have to do with you?" He even wanted to slam his fist on the table, get up, and throw the guy out.

Fortunately, Harold's friends reacted faster. They slammed their fists on the table and stood up. Someone grabbed a baguette and used it as a weapon, pointing it at him while cursing.
"Who do you think you are, and why are you disagreeing? Get out of here!"

Miss Elsa looked at the freckled young man, but then remembered something and lowered her head awkwardly—this was her childhood friend, Quinn.

"Even if you throw me out today, I'll still say that man doesn't love you at all! I can see it in his eyes, does he even have the same burning passion I have for him?!"

The black-haired youth, Quinn, continued forward, gritting his teeth and speaking with red eyes, clutching the collar of his shirt tightly.

The surrounding crowd had already begun to murmur amongst themselves. There was no doubt that the wedding, which should have been filled with happiness, had been ruined by this disruption, and the atmosphere had become terrible.

Harold's friend, wielding a baguette, could no longer tolerate it. He grabbed Quinn's tie and tried to drag him out.

But right now!
Someone rushed in from outside in a panic, even breaking the confetti that surrounded the wedding venue!

*Snap!* — Like a 100-meter sprinter crossing the finish line.

A man with a mohawk (chicken tail) arrived, dressed in a very trendy denim outfit, waving his hand and shouting anxiously:
"It's bad! It's bad! Boss, those guys from the National Security Bureau are here, and they're coming for us!"

His words swept across the lawn at that moment, leaving some in the crowd bewildered and others surprised.

—Some people were already drenched in sweat.

!

I'm super!

Upon hearing this, He Ye's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes instantly went into alert mode as he quickly searched for the most suitable escape route.

Seeing his reaction, Nicole, standing next to him, swallowed her bread with the same alarm! —Gulp!
Have they been discovered?

What the hell! How come you keep running into National Security Bureau people wherever you go?

Their eyes met, and no further words were needed. Nicole prepared to cover for He Ye as he bent over and left—but then he suddenly realized that someone in the venue was even more flustered than him!

For example, Harold at the altar in the flowerbed.

His eyes were wide open, and he looked around anxiously and frantically.

His friends also ran away like headless flies.
Even more hilarious was the menacing man wielding a baguette as a weapon, who ran straight toward the lake in the central garden, preparing to dive into the river and escape!

Maybe the National Security Agency isn't here to arrest me?

When the thought popped into his mind, He Ye calmed down and realized it was very likely. He knew he couldn't reveal any flaws at this moment—if they weren't here to arrest him, it would be easier to leave by blending into the crowd later.

"Calm down, calm down, let's take a look first!"

"Ooh!"

Wait a moment.

Police officers were seen surrounding the wedding venue.

They arrived five or six minutes earlier, and with accurate intelligence, they set up an encirclement from all sides. Police cars were parked on the street and they walked over, and even several men in plainclothes tried to blend into the crowd quietly.

A group of more than a dozen police officers closed in, raising their guns and slowly approaching.

Upon witnessing this scene, Harold in the hall felt despair—a sense of inescapable despair welled up in his heart.

He didn't know how he could have been discovered. He had clearly changed his appearance so much.

Now there's no way to escape.

"Don't come any closer!"

At that moment, in despair, Harold made a ruthless move. He took out a sharp dagger and held it to Aisha's neck—using her as a human punching bag to block the line of fire—and threatened her angrily.

"If you come any closer, I'll kill her!"

Undoubtedly, the previously bewildered crowd below the stage also reacted, and some began to scream and run away. Even the bishop next to him trembled and fell to the ground, crawling towards the outside.

"Run! Run!"

The wedding venue was a complete mess, and guests left the lawn in panic, brushing past police officers with guns.

Some people move forward, some people move backward.

Harold's 'friends' immediately understood. Surrounded by the police, they had nowhere to escape. If they waited until everyone present was evacuated, they would be met with golden bullets!

We have to find the sandbag just like the boss!

"Don't run!"

"come over!"

"Mommy, Mommy!!"

Several henchmen grabbed the fleeing crowd beside them, and like Harold, they took out the daggers they carried and confronted the police fiercely. As members of a criminal gang, they were skilled at killing, and the hostages they were holding were so frightened that they burst into tears.

One of the children was even being held by the mohawk-wielding thug—who was cursing and swearing as he pressed a knife against the boy's chest, threatening him not to cry while nervously watching the surrounding officers whose dark gun barrels looked so terrifying, and the little boy's height only reaching his stomach.

Meanwhile, on the other side, He Ye, who had already realized that they weren't there to arrest him, was taking advantage of the chaos to cover his head and leave, but then he saw Miss Aisha being kidnapped...

The man in the groom's attire held a knife to the woman in the wedding dress, thinking, "Oh my god, this is terrible."

What kind of ridiculous wedding of the century is this?

But then he saw the mohican man threatening the child with a knife, and his bad mood froze for a moment.

"Sir, why aren't you running anymore?!"

Nicole tugged at He Ye's sleeve, signaling them to leave quickly. They were now bent over and had reached the edge of the venue, about to escape the police's encirclement.

But at this moment, He Ye stopped.

Fortunately, he came to his senses a few seconds later, nodded, and quickly climbed out, just as nimbly as he had been the previous times he had run away.

By this point, only a few unlucky guys and bad guys remained in the wedding venue, along with the police officers who were gradually surrounding them.

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