You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

Soon, the three young men who had bought things for free were bound behind their backs by several of Big T's men using plastic cable ties, without Leon even having to lift a finger.

"Ouch! Be gentle! My arm is broken!"

Although the leader in the red hoodie was being pressed face-to-face against the concrete, he wasn't intimidated at all; in fact, he stood up for himself at that moment.

For street thugs like them, getting arrested and spending a couple of days in jail is nothing.

On the contrary, this is something to brag about on Snapchat and Instagram.

"Arrest me! Come on! When I get out tomorrow, I'll be the OG (Original) of this area!"

"I was arrested by Vance! That's quite a show of power!"

These kids even started competing to see who had the most dust on them, as if they weren't about to go to a juvenile detention center or jail, but to receive an Oscar.

Lyon watched this scene and could only sigh inwardly at the damned diversity of species.

……

Switching perspective to Mia's side

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Mia Torres is now outside the alleyway where Lyon disappeared, leaning on her knees, head bowed, panting heavily.

The uniform pants were designed to be too tight, making her thighs feel burning hot.

Leon had barely gotten out of the car when he dashed off. She only paused briefly to check her pistol, and when she looked up again, the man had vanished.

"Damn...did he grow up eating rockets?"

This was gang territory; the messy graffiti on the walls and the faint smell of marijuana in the air were warnings to her.

This is a lawless land

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have taken such a big risk to follow him. Following Leon's instructions to keep watch on the perimeter would have been more in line with her personality.

But then he thought of Leon's "promising" look in his eyes, and the internship evaluation he hadn't even had a chance to warm up yet...

Moreover, today is the first day of work. If something happens to my boss, wouldn't I also be punished?

"I'll give it my all! For the sake of medical insurance!"

Mia clenched her fist, drew her Glock, and rushed into the alley where Leon had disappeared.

"Hold on! Sir! I'm coming!"

Mia mustered her courage, turned the last corner, and rushed into the backyard of Ray's barbershop.

"Seattle Police! No... uh?"

Mia lost her voice before she could finish her sentence.

The scene in the courtyard was so peaceful that she wondered if she was hallucinating from lack of oxygen.

The three robbers had been tied up like dumplings and thrown into the corner.

Meanwhile, her supposed instructor, Leon Vance, who she thought was locked in a fierce battle, was standing listlessly in the middle of the courtyard.

In front of him, the low-level gangster with a gold chain around his neck was bending over, holding a small lighter, and carefully lighting it with a "click" before bringing it to Leon's lips to light his cigar.

"Officer Vance, please try this. It's genuine Cuban, something I usually can't bear to smoke."

Da T's voice was so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness, giving you goosebumps.

Lyon, on the other hand, wore an expression that said, "I'm giving you face," and slightly lowered his head to get closer to the flame.

Just then, a rat crawled out of the trash can and swaggered away. No one around paid it a second glance; they were all focused on Leon.

Mia stood frozen in place, gun in hand, watching a rat walk by, and her whole being shattered.

What... what's going on here?

She had initially thought Lyon was just a highly capable and exemplary patrol officer, given his impressive performance just now.

But now it seems... this is way too dark!

This is clearly a gangster boss coming down to inspect the work and clean house at the same time!

How did the tone suddenly shift to corrupt cops?

As Mia watched Leon's retreating figure, the awe in her eyes instantly transformed.

……

Three unlucky guys were thrown into the back seat of the car, and the door was closed.

[Mission: Stop the convenience store robbery - Completed]

[Summary: Single-handedly intimidated the gang's stronghold and successfully captured three criminals in the act]

Participation rate: 100%

[Reward: 200 Justice Points]

Lyon was in high spirits, the Cohiba cigar he'd swiped from Big T was dangling from his lips, wisps of smoke rising with each breath.

"1-Adam-14 Call Dispatch Center"

"The suspect has been apprehended. The three items purchased for free are safe. There were no injuries, and they are being transported to the police station."

Done and finished

Mia, standing by the passenger door, had been in a daze from the beginning, only now seeming to snap out of a dream.

She instinctively looked down and reached for the body camera on her chest.

What just happened was truly shocking:

A gangster boss lighting a cigarette, police officers accepting bribes, and that eerily harmonious atmosphere.

If this were recorded, it would definitely be the Ministry of Internal Affairs' best material of the year.

However, after she looked at her body camera...

No lights on

没开

"call……"

Mia let out a long breath, and her whole body visibly relaxed.

Luckily, I'm a newbie; I was too nervous and forgot to press the switch.

If this were actually filmed, it's hard to say what would happen to Lyon's career, but it would probably be over before it even started.

She looked up at Leon in the car, pointed to his chest with a complicated expression, and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, is your... open?"

"It's been closed for a long time."

Leon glanced at her sideways and answered matter-of-factly.

"The alley was closed before we entered; it's private property, and this is basic courtesy to protect the privacy of those involved."

As he spoke, he casually pulled a brown paper envelope from the inner pocket of his tactical vest.

"then"

Lyon tossed it casually

Mia caught

"That fat guy called Big T may not be the brightest, but he's pretty good at handling interpersonal relationships."

Lyon started the car.

"He saw I had a partner, so he specially gave me an extra portion. Take it; consider it compensation for today's emotional distress."

Mia held the envelope, her fingers squeezing it slightly.

It's not too thick, feels very solid, and even has a faint scent of cologne from the big T-shirt.

It should be some kind of anonymous gift card or cash voucher.

She opened her mouth, intending to ask something silly like, "What is this?" or "What do you mean?"

At that moment, she recalled her past experience working at an insurance company—it was pretty much the same thing, dealing with interpersonal relationships, you know.

Asking such a question would only make her look like an idiot, so she shut her mouth.

He silently stuffed the envelope into the side pocket of his uniform trousers, then let out a sigh full of helplessness, opened the car door, and got in.

"well……"

She looked weathered, like a divorced middle-aged woman with two children.

Although she is only in her early twenties and is unmarried and childless.

As Lyon reversed, he turned his head and glanced at her with interest.

At this moment, Mia finally dropped the mask of her passionate facade.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes radiating a "let's destroy it already" kind of sarcastic glint, and the atmosphere around her instantly shifted.

Then, she tugged at her long, coiled hair, loosening it in a couple of tugs, and her light brown hair fell down, just below her shoulder blades.

There was a stench of corruption, as if the world had beaten them down; you could smell it from two meters away.

This is her true face.

Leon's smile deepened, and he stared directly at her without any attempt to hide it.