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

Just as the bespectacled man passed by Leon, seemingly about to use him as cover, Leon casually extended one foot and gently hooked him.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud

Before the bespectacled man could react, he stumbled and fell face-first to the floor in a perfectly executed, dog-like fashion.

"Cough cough...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

He awkwardly rolled over, covering his nose, staring blankly at the man in the brand-new uniform above him, then at the beautiful woman beside him who, though looking disgusted, was clearly also a police officer.

etc.

At a time like this, what kind of unfamiliar face would dare to wander around ACU, this mental hospital, with nothing better to do? And with this kind of airs?

Who else could it be but that unlucky new commander who's supposed to be parachuted in?

"You must be the new team leader, right? I knew it. Look at that righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, you must have been sent by God to save me."

Ignoring the red mark on his nose, he did a somersault at lightning speed... but failed, so he simply crawled over on all fours and grabbed Leon's leg tightly, wiping his snot and tears all over Leon's new pants.

"Help me, sir! Help me!"

"That gorilla is going to kill someone; he's going to murder a key technical worker."

Leon frowned and shook his leg in disgust, but the guy clung to him tightly, like a koala.

"Can you get out of the way? You're in my way."

"Let go. Why should I save you? Just because you'd embezzle public funds to buy a graphics card?"

"Because I'm Kevin, Kevin Lee! I'm the only one in this group who knows anything about technology."

"Sir, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm an expert. I can hack into all the surveillance cameras in Seattle."

"If you save me this time, we'll be brothers from now on."

"I can give you super VIP access through the backend of those dating apps!"

"Whether you prefer blonde, blue-eyed cheerleaders, hot married women, or need connections with exclusive escorts, I can get you all the options! There's a long queue!"

Leon: "..."

Mia: "..."

But before Leon could kick the guy away, Jacob, the black man who had been chasing after them, was already in front of him.

This guy was still carrying that keyboard, blocking Leon's way like a black iron tower, casting a shadow over him.

He glanced at Kevin, who was clinging to Leon's leg and sobbing, then looked Leon up and down.

Is this the new boss?

He's quite tall, but what about his face? What can a pretty boy like him do at ACU? Be a mascot?

"Oh?"

Jacob stopped, slung the keyboard over his shoulder, and a mocking grin spread across his face.

"Is this the new team leader who made us wait all morning, a pretty boy?"

"What, you haven't even taken office yet, and you already want to be the one to stick your neck out for this four-eyed frog?"

"Don't you even know where you are? Do you really think you can boss people around just because you have the title of team leader?"

The atmosphere in the office instantly froze. Even the onlookers in the back stopped their commotion and stared at the scene with the kind of look that suggests they were enjoying a good spectacle, waiting to see how Jacob would ruffle the new pretty boy's hair.

"Tsk"

What a bunch of weirdos

Leon clicked his tongue and picked at his ear with some impatience.

Although Kevin's suggestion about women was terrible, it was indeed a good opportunity to establish his authority.

If you get treated like dirt by your subordinates on the very first day, how are you going to lead the team in the future?

"We're all colleagues, and we're police officers enforcing the law in a civilized manner, not gangsters... at least no one should be."

Lyon maintained his relaxed posture, neither retreating nor adopting a defensive stance, his tone light and airy, revealing no sign of tension.

"Put the keyboard down, big guy."

"Those are office supplies. Although this run-down place doesn't seem to lack trash, wasting taxpayers' money is never a good thing."

"Oh, right, and..."

Lyon narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in his steel-gray pupils as he stared into Jacob's eyes.

"I hate it when people point things at me, even a broken keyboard."

Jacob looked at the nonchalant guy in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat.

When a normal person sees a two-meter-tall black man wielding a keyboard and throwing it at them, their instinctive reaction is to either cover their head or back away. But this guy just calmly watches him.

After careful consideration, it turns out that muscles are indeed connected to the brain, and the pointed tip replaces thinking.

"You're asking for it!"

Jacob growled, threw down the keyboard, and, taking advantage of his two-meter height and weight, reached out and grabbed at Leon's collar, intending to give the new team leader a "lift-up."

It has to be said that although the ACU team carries the name of the Western Precinct, they are completely different species from those uniformed patrol officers.

They had a high opinion of themselves and thought that patrol officers were just a bunch of spineless cowards who only knew how to issue tickets and rescue cats.

Although the rumors of the "Rainy Night Killer" had been making headlines in the department a few days ago, for these old men who were too lazy to even read internal briefings and had just woken up from a hangover, the name Leon Vance had nothing to do with them.

Perhaps some people overheard it, but they couldn't connect that Vance with the person in front of them.

As for Leon, with the boost of 15 points of strength and LV3 close combat, Jacob's movements were full of flaws in his eyes.

Just as Jacob's hand was about to touch Leon's collar, Leon suddenly took a half step forward, lowered his body, and cut directly into Jacob's inner circle.

His right hand gripped Jacob's wrist, while his left hand slipped under his armpit to lock his upper arm. He used his core strength to twist, push, and throw Jacob, taking advantage of his forward momentum.

"Bang!!!"

It was just a matter of a moment.

The 200-pound Jacob was slammed hard onto the hard wooden floor by Lyon with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

The fall was solid, shaking the entire office and sending dust billowing up from the floor.

"Cough! Cough cough..."

Jacob landed on his back, the air in his lungs instantly being expelled. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing violently, completely disoriented and unable to recover for a long time.

Leon dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, stopped, and calmly surveyed his surroundings.

The office, which was originally as noisy as a market, was now deathly silent.

The man in the leather jacket who was sitting on the table eating sunflower seeds, with the seed shells still hanging from his mouth, froze.

The guys around me who had been making a ruckus didn't react even when their cigarettes burned their fingers.

In the corner, a guy who had been sleeping under a jacket was jolted awake by the loud noise. He still had messy hair and was wearing baggy shorts.

He sat up groggily, rubbing his sleepy eyes, staring blankly at Jacob lying on the floor and Leon standing, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

"...What's wrong? Was there an earthquake? Or is dinner ready?"

The deathly silence didn't last long, probably only for the time it took Jacob to clutch his chest and gasp for breath.

"Bingo!!!"

A sudden cheer erupted, shattering the tense atmosphere in the office.

The leather-clad man who had been sitting at the desk, eating sunflower seeds and not even glancing at anyone, suddenly jumped down.