Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 854 The Rise of the Superior
Milo knew best what Emma's temperament was like.

Before the "Exile of the Gods" plan came about, there was another plan: to detonate the star core Azadi, and in a desperate move, directly explode with the gods.

She's incredibly skilled at anything involving explosions, whether it's blowing up others or her own people...

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Everyone knows that beneath this boss's cold exterior lies a heart steeped in nitroglycerin. The blood moon's grudge, the pain inflicted on her and those she loves, will be repaid in full sooner or later.

Before anyone knew it, a superior team composed of various species had emerged.

Well—to be precise, this team was already formed during the Blood Moon era, but only a portion of it has been reassembled today.

The core members are these two from the Valrocan family.

Of course, the core of their faith is still Milo, but even Milo will obediently listen to Emma, ​​so when Emma says to rest and recuperate, everyone must do so and go home to rest properly.

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ten minutes later.

"What's so interesting about SpongeBob's corpse? Why not just let Rick study it? Why did you have to drag me all the way here? I haven't been here in so long I've forgotten how to get home."

Milo paced back and forth in his office, grumbling to himself.

"Click——"

The door to the chief of law enforcement officers' office in Chengnan was locked from the inside after being closed.

Then, caught off guard, the man was roughly grabbed by the tie and forced to the edge of the desk.

What loomed before him was an overwhelmingly charismatic and heroic presence. The familiar, cold face and those burning eyes gave Milo the illusion that someone was holding a steel knife to his throat.

He was about to say something when the other person stepped on the back of his hand, which was resting on the table.

With Rebecca's leg length and flexibility, this movement was of course very easy for her, but it made their posture look very, very strange.

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Milo waited patiently for a minute, leaning against the edge of the desk. Apart from being able to clearly feel the person in front of him getting a rapid rise in body temperature, he did not receive any explanation from the other party for his actions.

So Milo consciously raised his other, more mobile hand and ran it over the thin scar that stretched from Rebecca's neck to her cheek. Finally, he gently brushed aside a strand of red hair that was obstructing their eye contact, looked into Rebecca's eyes, and asked her:

"Have you forgotten the subsequent steps, or... is this all you've planned?"

At this distance, the other person's heartbeat and increasingly rapid breathing were too clear; Milo could even feel Rebecca's warm breath touching his face.

“Your feedback in the plan was more intense than it is now,” Rebecca said, staring into Milo’s eyes.

"Is this also part of your plan?" Milo shifted his gaze to his hand, which was being pressed against the table by the other person's boot.

“This was a spontaneous improvisation,” Rebecca said.

“Then I understand.” Milo’s hand, which had been supporting the other’s face, suddenly slid down and wrapped around the cheetah-like waist, pulling him back. The small, almost negligible distance between their bodies that had been maintained disappeared completely.

The impact of the rough action even caused a momentary lapse in concentration in the eyes of this ruthless law enforcement officer.

This precious and beautiful scene naturally fell into Milo's eyes.

But just as the two were about to meet, he couldn't help but complain, "Next time, can you take off all those weird weapons you're wearing before doing something like this? Even a superior's balls will hurt if they get poked by a bow blade."

"Then you unload it?" Rebecca suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Milo grinned.

The hand that was being stepped on on the table broke free instantly, and then grabbed the other person's legs and waist, easily flipping her over and pinning Rebecca to the table.

At that moment, the leg was resting on Milo's shoulder.

Milo wrinkled his nose and said:

"So you like being..."

Before he could even utter the word "passive" (passive), his tie was grabbed and he was strangled.

The aggressive move of lifting one of his legs to suppress him was instantly countered by Rebecca. Her response was to directly control Milo and lift his other leg high, placing it across his neck.

Swah——

When the documents on the desk are swept away by a kick, a perfect armbar is formed.

But this is just the beginning.

Just as Milo was feeling confused, a handcuff was put on the wrist of the hand that Rebecca was controlling.

"Hey wait..."

Before she could finish speaking, Rebecca had already regained her dominance and fastened the other end of the handcuffs to Milo's wrist.

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Inside the law enforcement hall in the atrium on the first floor of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

The officers heard a series of clanging and banging sounds coming from upstairs, as well as the heavy thuds of the floorboards being struck. They calmly assumed that the chief officer was interrogating a criminal.

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This should be the wildest... no, the most violent... no, to be precise, the most passive sexual experience of Milo's career.

At one point, I even had the illusion that I was being humiliated.

The culprit behind all these illusions was those handcuffs.

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He thought that Rebecca's tough and aloof demeanor was just an outward disguise for self-protection, and that he would eventually be able to see the little woman's side in this red-haired girl, if all went well.

But the truth is, things didn't go very smoothly and didn't go at all as Milo had planned.

This time, Milo definitely played the role of the subordinate.

That's the literal meaning.

Throughout the entire process, they remained in a subordinate position.

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For example, when Milo tries to break the handcuffs to gain the upper hand, the madwoman will pull out a strange weapon and hold it to his neck.

Of course, the reason this confrontation was so fierce was because Milo never stopped "fighting".

For example, even with the tip of the bow's blade pressed against his neck, he still rose to meet her and forcefully kissed the woman drenched in sweat, letting the blade of the strange weapon pierce through his body. Another example...

Let's not compare anymore, otherwise this chapter will be gone again.

Anyway, this one—the one of original sin, the shadow, the new master of the golden kingdom, the master of sinful fire—was enjoying himself to the fullest with his hands cuffed.

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Later in the night.

On the desk lay the bodies of two superiors, wrapped in a pile of scattered documents and files.

"how are you feeling?"

"I feel good."

"What about you?"

"Exceptionally good."

"Six times."

"I didn't count them."

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Hmm—you are the most robust woman I have ever met..."

"Okay, shut up."

"OK."

...

Two minutes of silence, with only the sound of breathing.

Shadow suddenly spoke:
"So, have you ever used my severed hand...?"

"I told you to shut up."

"no problem."

...

After another two minutes of silence, with only the sound of breathing, came the next two minutes.

Shadow spoke again:
"So you don't have anything to say?"

"I miss you so much."

"I know."

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The top floor of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

Beneath the heavy, gloomy clouds, Marshall, with his two pointed ears, sat crouching beneath the sculpture of the Judgment Scythe, muttering something under his breath.

"You should thank me. Luckily, I got you out of there in time, otherwise you might have been used as a human shield."

A rag doll with a blank expression lay quietly behind Marshall.

Yes, before the series of "horrific" and "bloody" events unfolded in the chief of staff's office, Black Cat took petite Enid away from the scene, sparing her from experiencing a similar graveyard incident.

What could a rag doll have done wrong? Why should it suffer these undeserved misfortunes?

At this moment, Marshall and petite Enid felt a little bit of sympathy for each other.

After all, the red-haired woman lying in Shadow's arms was one of the most important people in their spiritual world.

The key point is that they can't do anything to that damned shadow.

Analyzing the situation, it seems that Shadow was the one being attacked, with Rebecca dominating from beginning to end.

So, tonight, Nanwei City will only have one more sad cat and one more sad rag doll.

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And at the bottom level of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

The room is filled with an excellent academic atmosphere and musical melodies. Although the lighting is dim and the environment is damp, the high-quality and elegant atmosphere blocks out all the vulgar and bestial atmosphere from upstairs and is completely unaffected by the physical contact of those in positions of power.

Rick lightly scraped the browned crust of the meat with his steak knife, making a crisp sound.
"Hey, this is called the Maillard reaction, see? My advice is, don't wash the pan after frying meat. Don't ask why, washing the pan will only make you miss out on something important forever, flavor, understand?"

Adamir Renly inhaled the aroma, the fragrance so intense it almost made his eyes roll back, and he couldn't help but exclaim:
"Ah, I see. I understand now."

Next to this "cooking table" covered with a white tablecloth is a dissection table, on which lies SpongeBob SquarePants wrapped in a shroud.

The dog named Yahu was squatting next to it.

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The highest floor of the pleasure house building in the central urban area.

The Night Demon was living a life of debauchery, adorned with various...

"Hey, get out of here, get out of here. I've come all this way, so don't cause trouble. If Xiao Yan finds out, I'm dead."

(Okay, our photographer got kicked off the building by Night Demon.)

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Meanwhile, Little Yan is currently binge-watching a TV series late into the night at the Garnier Opera House, her eyes wide open.

(I don't know if she understood it or not, but she was very serious about it.)
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It seems that no one in the team has followed Emma's instructions to go back and rest properly.

And she naturally "saw" all of this clearly.

At their home in Valrocan, Daisy withdrew the image she had projected using the moonlight and burying her head in Emma's arms, drowsily saying, "I'm getting tired again."

Emma stared at the spot where the moonlight had disappeared, and after a long while, she finally managed to utter a sentence:
"No...who taught you to use handcuffs like that?"

(End of this chapter)