Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

After Ah Xiao left, Mike placed the emergency kit in the corner of the wall outside the repair shop. He planned to take a walk around the area and then go back to rest.

Just then, a woman named Felin arrived at the repair shop, panting, pushing an electric scooter: "Great, great! Can you fix my scooter here? It's broken, and it's a long way back..."

Upon hearing the other person's voice, Mike was completely horrified.

He desperately wanted to grab her two furry ears and yell, "Miss Swire, you've brought an electric scooter here. Are you trying to set me up?"

5. There must be something wrong with the fact that he entered the palace twice within five chapters.

Imagine a wealthy heiress going through tremendous trouble to acquire a broken electric scooter, then pushing it from a considerable distance to a repair shop. That just doesn't seem normal at all!

But now Swire has put on a complete disguise. She is not wearing that expensive designer dress, but has changed into cheap clothes that can be bought for 80 yuan.

She didn't seem to be faking it; she was genuinely exhausted, covered in sweat, and her breathing sounded like a bellows.

Her acting was good, and she showed sincerity, but what exactly was she there for?

Did Mike confirm that he had nothing to do with the chaos caused by the Syracuses, or was Swire already seeing through his identity and deliberately testing him?

In short, this series of unusual actions made Mike, who was already easily frightened, extremely vigilant.

Kal'tsit is right. Some operators have extremely strong observational skills and can piece together the truth behind an event from seemingly insignificant details.

Therefore, it is highly likely that Swire noticed Hoshiguma's unusual behavior when Mike was buying pork leg rice, and then focused his attention on him.

There's no guarantee that there aren't any Guard Bureau agents lying in ambush nearby, ready to pin Mike to the ground and take him back at a moment's notice.

Does he have some inexplicable connection with the Guard Bureau's cell today?

"Miss, I've already finished get off work."

"Is it time to get off work? But how am I going to get home? It's still more than ten kilometers away. I'm going to die on the road!"

Swire blinked her big, teary eyes, looking like she was about to cry, and pleaded, "Master, please help me! It's just a flat tire, nothing too complicated. I can pay extra!"

Okay, this tastes right.

The young lady of the Beatrice family should use money to overwhelm her opponent.

But since you're so rich, shouldn't you take a taxi back immediately?

Mike sneered inwardly; Miss Ji was putting on an acting show with him.

Mike pretended to give in to Swire's pleas, took out his key and opened the warehouse door. Immediately, a foul smell hit him. It turned out that the dilapidated motorcycle was still parked in his garage!

He panicked immediately, not expecting that the Guard Bureau personnel would not tow the car back!

When Swire, who was behind Mike, saw this scene, a murderous glint flashed in her eyes.

Hoshiguma had told her that the person was fine, but when she opened the door, she found the tools used in the crime inside the store.

Mike sighed and forcefully moved the motorcycle aside. His movements were so forceful that his dark blue work clothes were stained with blood, turning the waist area black.

Okay, there's still blood on it, so it looks like you were the one who did it!

Is Hoshiguma's refusal to tell the truth a long-term strategy to catch a bigger fish, or has she already come to regard herself as the director during her time away from the Guard Bureau?

Just as Mike bent down to get the tools, he heard a whooshing sound behind him, and then it felt like he had been hit by something heavy, and he fell to the ground.

Swire, riding on Mike's back, pulled out handcuffs from her waist and was about to cuff the man's hands behind his back.

"Hmph, you've given yourself away, haven't you? Hoshiguma might let you off the hook, but I won't tolerate any nonsense!"

Mike was shocked. Had his identity already been exposed?

He quickly said, "Miss Swire, please let me explain. It's not what you think."

"I haven't even said who I am yet, and you've already called out my name and said you're a good person. Today, I must bring you to justice!"

"Okay, I admit it... what did you just say?!"

"You've already admitted it, what else is there to say?!"

Swire did not recognize his true identity, but instead regarded him as the murderer who attacked the Syracuses the previous night.

"Tell me, who are your accomplices?"

"I have no accomplices!"

"How could you commit so many crimes all by yourself?"

"I didn't commit the crime!"

Swire persisted, first handcuffing Mike's right hand, then fastening the other handcuff to her left hand to prevent him from escaping.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

"Okay, if there's any misunderstanding, you can go and tell the superintendent."

……

"So that's how it is?"

Hoshiguma stood behind Swire with her arms crossed, while the person in question was sitting in a chair, covering her face with her hands.

"I thought he was the bad guy..."

“How is that possible? Mr. Mike was a guest at the Guard Bureau before. We investigated his background. He is clean. He came to Lungmen two months ago and is a doctor from Columbia.”

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Swire's expression changed.

"He's from Colombia, he has a PhD, is there a problem?"

“Hoshiguma, didn’t you notice the problem here?” Swire asked rhetorically.

"what do you mean……"

"Think about it, a PhD from Columbia University, with such a high level of education, why would he condescend to be a car mechanic? Is his background check really that clean?"

"So what if that's the case? You can't just arrest someone without evidence. Maybe he just treats car repair as a hobby."

Swire said with certainty, "There's definitely something wrong with this Mike Ann."

The little tiger thought to itself, "The doctor's surname is also An."

She didn't say it aloud because there was a fundamental difference between the two.

First of all, they look completely different. The doctor looks very thin and has long, loose hair. He has been training for a long time but has not been able to build any muscle.

Secondly, the PhD student has no idea how to repair cars. He's fine for clerical work, but he'll collapse from exhaustion once it involves physical labor.

Finally, that person was dead, confirmed by Dr. Kal'tsit herself, and a funeral was held in Trimont...

As Swire thought of this, another voice emerged in his mind.

The tomb in Tremont is a cenotaph for the Doctor; no one knows where the real grave is, except for Dr. Kal'tsit, who knows the exact coordinates.

"Alright, Miss Swire, don't think about it so much. Mr. Mike was wrongly arrested twice today when he went to the Guard Bureau. If this continues, you'll have to write a self-criticism, and I'll have to write one too because of you."

"Then you can write both copies for me."

Hoshiguma was both amused and exasperated.

She arrived at the Guard Bureau's detention center, opened the cell door, and let Mike out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mike, a lot of unexpected things happened today. I hope I didn't give you any bad impressions."

Mike asked sternly, "Can I file a complaint against her?"

The "she" in this context refers to Swire.

Hoshiguma nodded seriously: "Sure, no problem. I can help you submit the complaint letter to the director of the Guard Bureau."

She didn't say who the chief was, assuming Mike didn't know.

Because the complaint letter would inevitably end up in Swire's hands, the outcome would become "Who is suing this official?"

"Okay, I promise there won't be any more Guards personnel near your repair shop anytime soon."

Little did they know, a gaze was watching them.

The little tiger clenched her fists secretly. Years of criminal investigation experience told her not to be fooled by appearances.

6. Just don't tell Chen Huijie.

Mike returned home, drew the curtains, and sat in the living room to reflect deeply on his actions.

The peaceful days of the first two months seemed like the calm before the storm. Caught off guard, he was once again drawn into the turmoil of Longmen, which went against his original intention of hiding.

What exactly happened in Lungmen?

The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. Only by finding the source of the problem can Mike have a chance to continue living in peace.

The man got up and went into the bedroom, casually took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, revealing a strong physique, and exuded a strong masculine hormone in the air.

This body is much more useful than the previous frail one.

He reached into the wardrobe, opened it, pushed aside the few scattered pieces of clothing, took out a wooden board attached to the inside of the wardrobe, and hung it on the clothes rack in front of the bedroom.

Mike then removed the horizontal bar placed at the head of the bed, revealing a roll of blueprints hidden inside. The blueprints slowly unfolded on the wooden board, revealing an aerial view of Lungmen.

The man didn't rush to do anything. Instead, he picked up the now-cold braised pork trotters and rice, stirred it with his chopsticks, and scooped up a large piece of the white pork fat mixed with the rice, putting it into his mouth.

"Someone attacked Hollande yesterday with great skill; not only did they not kill him, they also managed to keep him silent."

"A lot has happened in Longmen recently, but the public hasn't heard much about it; it's probably all been suppressed."

"Swire is back, or perhaps he will take charge of the overall situation."

“With Hoshiguma and Swire both involved, Lin Yuxia couldn’t possibly ignore them. It’s a pity Chen Huijie wasn’t there, otherwise the second generation of Lungmen would have worked together in politics, business and the public.”

Mike took another bite of rice, then forcefully tore into the braised pork knuckle, chewing and swallowing the meat. Although the light was dim, his eyes were sharp.

“This is quite a problem, but it’s definitely not a problem in the south. If Shuiyue can’t control the large group, Kal’tsit will definitely notify me immediately. I’m no longer on Rhodes Island, so theoretically there’s no need for me to get involved.”

The man marked a location on the map, which was clearly the place where Hollande had been slashed.

He muttered to himself, "Hollande didn't tell me what he was doing, but he did let slip that he went to fight a tough battle yesterday. The question is, is Texas the tough battle that he, or the Syracuse family, will face?"

"Penguin Logistics usually just plays around, and Texas has already reconciled with Syracuse. For her to go to such lengths, these few small fry aren't qualified, unless there's some trouble that requires a lot of bloodshed?"

Thinking of this, Mike sat down at the desk by the bed, tossed aside the half-eaten pork trotter rice, pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer, and quickly wrote down several formulas. The numbers and symbols were organized into a beautiful combination, full of rational beauty.