Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 47, Section 4: Starting Today, I'm a Police Officer
—Seagull Street. Residential Buildings—

The next day.

On a bright and sunny morning, a bustling crowd walked along the street, with the noise of car horns right next to them.

The tall residential buildings, constructed of blue bricks, face the sea and offer views of the docks and ships—these are staff dormitories built by the National Security Bureau decades ago for its officers, and they have a good reputation and living environment.

Meanwhile, a young man with black hair was lazily washing up in the restroom.

His name is He Ye, a former elite spy from Country B, and currently belongs to the fourth team of the spy investigation department of the National Security Bureau of Country A, where he serves as an auxiliary police officer for a seven-day term.

As for why it turned out this way—

Two days ago, an unfortunate incident occurred at the Big Bird Spinning Bar. The former spy, who was preparing for a long voyage, met a man who knew about his criminal record—which involved the infamous name of the mysterious egg-crushing man on the wanted poster.

Despite cleverly discrediting Officer Riley's charges, Brooke's mischievous friend intervened, turning what should have been a peaceful ending into an "assault on a police officer" incident.

'You—you—bastard!'

I can still recall the other person's shameful and indignant voice in my mind; that fair neck and the flushed cheeks so close to mine were both deeply sinful.

Thinking of this, He Ye casually spit out some foam, looked at herself in the mirror, lifted her shirt, scratched her stomach, and continued her lazy washing up.

Two days ago, he was supposed to be imprisoned in the detention cell of the Public Security Bureau, but fortunately, a young colonel who could distinguish right from wrong stepped in to help him. His two-week detention sentence was changed to voluntary labor for maintaining peace—and it was even paid.

He Ye had no reason not to accept it, nor did he have a better option. So just yesterday, he reported to the intelligence department and underwent a day of intensive training.

The training content includes, but is not limited to, ideological education for police officers, the use of silver handcuffs, and the thirty-six styles of batons.

—And how to cooperate with regular police officers in various emergencies.

The training ended at 5 p.m. He Ye received two sets of police uniforms, a temporary ID, and a key.

"You can stay at the police station on Seagull Street, room number 302, without paying any extra fees; this is your benefit."

The police officer who was training the officers was a middle-aged sergeant. When he left, he specifically asked He Ye to tell him about this, which made He Ye sigh that even auxiliary police officers eat so well. If they had a secure job, what would that be like?
Naturally, He Ye moved to the police station on Seagull Street yesterday afternoon—and since Big Bird Spinning Bar was shut down the night before last, Nicole had nowhere to go and followed suit.

So now He Ye and Nicole live in the 40㎡ luxury staff room. It has a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. To be honest, the living environment is really good, but it's a bit cramped at night.

However, it's said that Perkins has returned, so Nicole should be able to go back to the bar tonight.

"Sir, why are you up so early?"

Suddenly, a sleepy-eyed Nicole appeared by the bathroom door. She rubbed her eyes as she walked in, the strap of her dress slipping off her smooth shoulders, giving the impression of a glimpse of spring.

I guessed she got up because she didn't see me by the bed.

He Ye withdrew his gaze without any change in expression, because his sexual orientation was that of a mature woman with a curvaceous figure. He then finished washing up and hung up his towel.

"I have to clock in at nine o'clock, or I'll get crickets swarming me."

He Ye walked past her and said something, then went to the bedroom wardrobe to change into the police uniform.

The uniforms of the National Security Bureau's intelligence officers and the police officers of the public security officers are no different. They are both dark black single-breasted long coats with silver epaulettes and flat-topped soft caps with silver olive branches.

The high collar design looks a bit like a trench coat. Of course, it's only somewhat similar; it doesn't look bad on Yu Heye.

The bottoms are unremarkable, just like the texture of suit trousers.

He Ye stood there, casually changing his police uniform, while a sleepy Nicole had already returned. She stood beside him, watching He Ye without saying a word or sleeping, just leaning against the wall, silently watching him despite her drowsiness—it's amazing that she could endure working in a bar where the schedule is completely reversed.

He Ye was able to return to normal because he had become accustomed to having his days and nights reversed.

"When do you get off work?" Nicole asked in a low voice. She already knew the whole story of why He Ye was going to the National Security Bureau.

He Ye changed into her police uniform, put on her hat, and was about to leave when she heard the woman's questioning voice drifting over. According to the working hours explained in yesterday's training—

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be 5 PM."

He Ye said that it was, after all, a nine-to-five job.

"Oh..." she replied and saw He Ye out the door.

After leaving room 302, He Ye closed the door for her to go back and catch up on her sleep. Then, she straightened her police hat and walked downstairs, preparing for her first day on duty.

Under the bright sunshine, Seagull Street was bustling with activity.

He Ye, standing by the street, looked at the clock tower in the distance. The time on it was 8:17, and a few white doves were perched on it.

Although it was obvious that this day wouldn't be too pleasant, life is about experiences, and He Ye was able to adapt to all kinds of storms and find enjoyment in them.

He just hoped that the light blond officer wouldn't be so petty and would forget about the personal grudge after a little trouble.

Get through this week peacefully, gather some intelligence from the spy department for Mark, and then everyone can live their own wonderful lives, until the bikini beauties at the beach festival reach their peak.

He Ye walked casually down the street in his police uniform, attracting a lot of attention from the surrounding citizens. Fortunately, there were many clothing stores on Seagull Street. He realized the reason when he passed by the glass and saw his reflection in the glass. He thought he looked a little too handsome.

To be honest, this police uniform fits me really well.

……

—National Security Bureau, Investigation Division—

Located a 30-minute walk from Seagull Street, in the central area within the Third Ring Road, it houses a radio station and various municipal government units.

The National Security Bureau's investigation division was relatively quiet today as well.

Two days ago, some of the intelligence from the spies captured has been obtained through interrogation. They are KLB members from Country C, and Captain Kildan is currently in charge of the follow-up matters.

When He Ye arrived at the building of the spy department, he saw someone wiping a police car under the bright sunlight. It was none other than Rayleigh.

He rolled up the sleeves of his police uniform, squatted down in front of the police badge on the car, breathed on it, and then vigorously wiped it with a rag. His serious demeanor suggested that he had received training as a ship cleaner at the dock.

"Ha~"

.

He Ye didn't say anything because he was a little nervous. He even lowered his hat brim and tried to walk past quickly, thinking that the things that the auxiliary police officers had to do seemed a bit too complicated.

Enter the spy department building.

He glanced around, as an auxiliary police officer should naturally show some curiosity. No one paid him any attention, since his uniform, except for the lack of rank insignia on his chest, was otherwise indistinguishable from that of a regular officer.

As instructed by Officer Loris, He Ye calmly arrived at the office area for regular police officers. When he pushed open the door and entered, the atmosphere inside was quite relaxed, with officers reading newspapers, chatting, and drinking coffee.

"you are?"

The nearest male police officer saw He Ye push open the door and walk in, and was curious about this new face and his uniform without rank.

He Ye recalled the training content, raised his hand to his right eyebrow in salute, looking like a newcomer, and said:

“Hello, sir. Sergeant Lorris asked me to come to the police station at nine o’clock this morning. I am Auxiliary Officer Leon Rossi, who just finished my training yesterday.”

Upon hearing this, most of the officers in the office turned to look, their expressions a mixture of concern, regret, and sympathy, and a flurry of discussion ensued.

"Did Loris send you to see her?"

"He was only appointed as an auxiliary police officer yesterday?"

"What a pitiful newcomer."

Hearing their whispers, He Ye at the door seemed to understand something superficially, something about interpersonal relationships.

David, who was also in Group Four, saw He Ye arrive to report for duty. He knew about the situation and was about to go up and say a few words of advice to the poor newcomer when...

"Sergeant Loris has a bit of a temper, you know." The hook-nosed man holding the newspaper peeked out, his green eyes looking at him with concern and gentleness. This middle-aged police officer held the rank of sergeant.

"Just in case you're not prepared, let me remind you of a few things first. That little lion is not easy to get along with, and she often works long hours in her group... Was your first impression of her not very good?"

Draco put down his newspaper completely, walked over in his police uniform jacket, and the surrounding officers clearly shared the same sympathy.

In fact, Officer David, who had stepped forward, also wanted to say a few words to He Ye, but he stopped and didn't move forward. Instead, he licked his lips and sensed a crisis from his sixth sense.

Loris hasn't arrived yet, but that doesn't mean she won't. And according to the previous rule of pushing open the door after saying bad things—

"The impression is indeed not very good."

He Ye stroked his chin, recalling the strength of her grip, whether it was the stiff neck he felt the first time he was grabbed by the collar and pressed against the bar, or the murderous intent that surged forth when she was wronged in the detention room the second time.

It's not bad though.

“But not quite…” Just as He Ye was about to say the second half of the sentence, the sergeant in front of him put his arm around his shoulder.

"If you don't like her, I can transfer you to our group. You won't have to work in the sun and wind and you can work from nine to five. What do you think of a newcomer? All I need you to do is write a report."

Draco breathed a cool breeze close to his ear.

He Ye was interrupted and had no choice but to stop talking.

He then considered his suggestion and was somewhat moved. After all, He Ye could also imagine that if he followed Lolis, he would definitely be made to suffer. It would be much easier if he could switch groups.

"If it's really possible, I'll remember your kindness, sir." He Ye saluted again, just like a newcomer.

Draco, seeing this, happily said:
"I'm happy for your decision, newcomer. You were able to cleverly discern the advantages and disadvantages of your living environment and escape from the clutches of that little lion, hahaha!"

Draco's laughter echoed in the office as he patted He Ye on the shoulder as if they were inseparable.

And it was at this moment—

The office door was pushed open again.

David shuddered slightly, thankful that his sixth sense had been accurate! He was also glad that he had refrained from going up to the newcomer and saying bad things about Loris! After all, he had almost cried himself to death last time!

As Loris entered, Rory Albert was beside her. When he saw Draco with his arm around He Ye's shoulder, laughing as if they were inseparable, his heart skipped a beat.

Rory quickly glanced at Sergeant Loris next to him; her expression visibly turned hostile, as if her territory had been invaded by others.

Rory couldn't help but cover his face and pray for the newcomer for a second.

The pleasant atmosphere froze again, plunging into an ice cave. Everyone turned away without saying a word. Draco also let go of her arm around her shoulder, returned to his seat, trembling as he picked up a newspaper to cover his face, wondering in a panic how she could open the door so well.
He Ye stood there somewhat bewildered. Although he could sense the subtle interpersonal relationships, the changes were far too rapid.

Hey Sergeant, you're holding your newspaper upside down;
And those two police officers stared at the teacup without blinking, how come it says "Qianlong era" on the bottom?

He Ye didn't think he had done anything wrong, after all, he hadn't said anything bad about the other person, so he turned around and saluted Loris—like a newcomer who had just arrived—and said it calmly.

"Good morning, Commander Loris. I am here to report for duty. Please give me your instructions."

He Ye repeated the training content word for word, then watched the light blonde girl walk past him.

Then--

"Fool."

She stepped on my shoe.

……

—Makang Street. Streetside—

Thirty minutes later.

There were four people in the police car. The driver, Officer Lorry, held the steering wheel like a pillar of strength, without even a twitch of his shoulder.

In the passenger seat sat Loris, who was casually resting her chin on her hand, her hair fluttering in the wind, quietly watching the scenery rushing past the car window—the peaceful streets of Gladys City.

Two auxiliary police officers were in the back seat.

The atmosphere was somewhat stiff, and some people clearly noticed the unusual atmosphere.

"Did you offend that officer?"

Rayleigh whispered to He Ye, and the moment he spoke, He Ye noticed Loris looking at him through the rearview mirror inside the car.

He Ye nodded without hesitation: "I don't know."

Rayleigh spoke even more softly, as if giving instructions from a senior:

"Hey, don't mess with these officers. If they give you a hard time, you'll never be able to stop!"

He Ye thought for a moment and said, "When I arrived at the office this morning, the group of people whispered in my ear that Commander Loris's style of doing things was a bit too self-centered, and that she was very career-oriented at work."

He Ye refined his words slightly and then added his own opinion: "However, I don't think the officer is a bad person. After all, this is a job that needs to be taken seriously."

This is the truth.

As soon as she finished speaking, Loris, in the passenger seat, turned her head, looking sullen.
"Who asked you to evaluate me?"

"I'm sorry, sir." He Ye shrugged helplessly. "But I was telling the truth. You might have misunderstood something in the office at the time. I was innocent if you stepped on my foot."

“…” Loris was unusually silent for a moment.

"Hmph." Then she turned her head back to look at the scenery, but she looked guilty and a little shy.

"I'm so sorry." A few seconds later, her voice seemed to drift away with the wind. She was still resting her chin on her hand, looking at the scenery outside the car window, making it impossible to see her expression.

It is clear that this represents a softening of attitude.

He Ye's explanation eased the tension in the police car considerably. Even Rory Albert, who was driving, dared to shrug and breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that thankfully things hadn't gone the way he expected.

He Ye thought she was quite easy to appease, but she seemed unreasonable.

"It's alright, sir, I don't mind," He Ye joked.

"Will you suffocate if you don't talk?" Loris turned her head and scolded again.

Inside the police car, the atmosphere seemed to lighten after a brief bickering between the two, because Rory's lips curled up slightly when he heard the banter; he could tell that He Ye was very good at easing tensions.

He cleared his throat to join the conversation, finding an opportunity to formally discuss his itinerary for the day, given that he was on duty with two auxiliary officers.

"Excuse me for interrupting, gentlemen. Today, we are responsible for the area on the east side of Ma Kang Street, from Lane 7 to Lane 20, conducting door-to-door visits and investigations of residents."

This is the task that Loris set yesterday.

Upon hearing this, Rayleigh, who had been holding back his words, was stunned: "From Lane 7 to Lane 20? That's at least a thousand people, and you're just going to have the four of us investigate?"

Lorice explained this calmly:

"It's only a little past nine in the morning. If we work until eight in the evening, each of the four of us only needs to visit two hundred and fifty people. It's entirely possible."

Silence fell inside the police car after he finished speaking. Rory Albert coughed, hesitated, and finally chose not to speak.

He Ye suddenly understood why the police officers in the office had been whispering in his ear—he might need to retract his earlier statement.

"Sir, I might have to switch jobs."

"You'll suffocate if you don't talk!"

(End of this chapter)