Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 41, Section 20: A Career To which you pour your heart and soul without regret.
—National Security Bureau, Office—

As night deepened, the streetlights on Rose Street grew dim.

The fourth-floor office of the National Security Bureau's Security Division has brown doors engraved with intricate rose patterns. These are power doors made of dignified and thick cedar planks, and inside are records of the past of successive security chiefs of the City of Greenley.

Without a doubt, this is a place that symbolizes power.

Inside the office, a young woman with silver-gray hair was resting her chin on her hand, working in a nonchalant manner. It was rare to see her in such an immature state.

Even though she could have left work long ago, the accumulated reports and documents kept her there.

Isabel, the current head of the Security Section of the National Security Bureau, was flipping through documents and reports with one hand, while the neat desk was covered with files from various jurisdictions, all sorted out.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with doubt, because the number of security incidents reported in various streets had been increasing exponentially recently—although it could be attributed to the pressure of social unrest at present, it was still a cause for concern.

"report!"

Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

Isabel closed the document and report, sat up straight, and looked up: "Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar police officer pushed open the door and entered.

Lieutenant Darren saluted with a look of delight, then reported the purpose of their visit: "Sir, we've found that legendary figure! Tonight!"

"A legendary figure?" Isabel looked away, pondered for a few seconds, then reacted and met her gaze. "The matter of the Baplo Credit Lending Company?"

Darren nodded emphatically: "Exactly!"

"...How did you find him?" Isabel asked.

Darren, who was initially quite happy, suddenly looked a little tense after being asked this question—after all, it was a long and embarrassing story.

Darren could only touch his nose and organize his thoughts as he said:
"Loris was captured. Well, her case is rather complicated, so I won't go into details. Anyway, I confirmed with Officer Laun, and he's 90% certain that she's the legendary figure from that night."

After Darren finished speaking, he took a deep breath and remembered that Isabel had been investigating Chief Kitty. He had never really wanted the young colonel to get involved in the quagmire, because every place has its unseen darkness and depths.

He started to regret telling her. But... this legendary figure discovered it was indeed a cause for celebration.

"Would you like to go take a look now?" Darren asked, finishing his thought.

Isabel stood up; her long hours of desk work had caused her silver hair to fall. She brushed a strand behind her ear with her fingers, then picked up her police cap and nodded.

"Take me there."

……

The camera turned.

—Second Floor. Detention Cell—

He Ye sat in his seat, deep in thought, with hot tea and biscuits in front of him. Of the two police officers who had originally stayed, only the middle-aged bald man, Laun Chell, remained. He stood beside He Ye and chatted with him with great concern, almost as if he wanted to call a maid over to massage his shoulders and legs.

"Friend, where are you from?"

Officer Lawn blew on his tea and struck up a conversation, sounding just like relatives chatting during Chinese New Year.

Although He Ye didn't understand, he remained vigilant, thinking to himself, "Holy crap, what kind of stratagem is this from the Thirty-Six Stratagems?"
I've never heard of the National Security Bureau developing this kind of interrogation method after using torture, coercion, and the allure of beautiful women.

Fortunately, after chatting with Officer Laun for a short while, Officer Darren, who had left earlier, returned. He even brought a superior officer with him, a young and beautiful female colonel whom He Ye had met and shaken hands with before.

"Sir, that's him. Doesn't he look familiar? He helped us at Central Garden a few days ago."

Darren explained, standing to the side.

Now we're back in the same four-person interrogation room.

He Ye sat in his chair, speechless for a moment; middle-aged bald police officer Lao En stood on the far right with a teacup in hand; Darren patiently finished his introduction and stood on the far left.

And in the middle is the silver-haired officer.

They looked at each other for a few seconds.

Confirmed eyes.

He Ye was thinking about how to clear his name in the face of suspicion, but the other person's behavior the next second made him realize that he didn't need to clear his name at all.

"Let's untie his handcuffs first."

The silver-haired officer pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, making a gesture that appeared to be a sign of respect.

Darren then turned the key and went behind the chair, only to find that He Ye's hands were not handcuffed at all—he glanced at Officer Lau and gave him an approving look.

Officer Laun met his approving gaze, thought for a moment, and returned the approving gaze. Thus, the two tacitly assumed that the other had opened the lock.

Heye: "...?"

He sensed something was off about the atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Rayleigh, who had actually unlocked the door, was pacing back and forth outside the police station, trying to figure out how to get his superiors to let He Ye go. He was extremely worried about the safety of 20 crowns.

In short, the atmosphere seemed so harmonious that it didn't feel like an interrogation room.

"I didn't get a chance to properly thank you for what happened last time. I didn't expect to see you here again. I've already heard Darren's account of what happened. It's a pleasure to find you, Mr. Leon."

The silver-haired officer said gently, "Her beauty has an intellectual and elegant quality that is very charming."

He Ye glanced around to make sure he was in an interrogation room, unsure if this was a honey trap, but he didn't waver. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

After a moment, he decided to remain neutral. Although he could see their friendliness and their joy at finding the mysterious egg-crushing man from the Baplo Company, it was still a public order offense, and He Ye dared not admit it.

"Um... hello," He Ye said simply.

Isabel seemed to sense his awkwardness, and after a moment's thought, decided to introduce herself. She gently removed her police cap, her silver hair falling smoothly over her shoulders as she looked up again:

"I apologize, I don't recall introducing myself when we shook hands last time. That was a breach of etiquette on my part."

“I am Isabel, the head of the policing department in Greeley City. On the night of the Baplo Company incident, I witnessed the fire being extinguished and saw those children…”

"That's something to be sad about," she whispered, looking down.

The self-introduction revealed a lot of information, and He Ye understood the significance of those few words. This hint also made him fully aware of the woman's identity and unspoken meaning.

After a long silence, He Ye still spoke ambiguously:
"Okay, nice to meet you, sir."

Currently, it seems the reason these officers are friendly is because of something behind Baplow, but the specifics are unknown for now, and he still needs to maintain his bottom line.

Darren, seeing this, looked somewhat melancholy.

He hadn't expected He Ye to still be so evasive despite his subtle hints, so he could only try to get to the point indirectly:

"Ah, the story of the Baplow Credit Company is really sad. That inexplicable fire killed the boss and several other people. And those homeless people, they actually organized themselves to attack the company and rob it. In fact, there was no mastermind at all; it was just an excuse for them to evade responsibility."

Darren said casually, winking at Laun:

“Isn’t that right, Officer Laun?” Laun Cher came to his senses and slowly said, recalling his former colleague, with a touch of emotion, “That security incident was indeed regrettable.”

Heye: "..."

The more the two acted this way, the more he felt they were setting a trap for him.

Finally, Isabel spoke softly:
"The report on that security incident is on my desk. I've already signed and fingerprinted it. The false arrest warrant issued by the investigation department has also been withdrawn... I will take responsibility for this security incident. It's over now."

"..." He Ye finally couldn't hold back and surrendered, "Okay, okay, I understand what you're saying, I get what you mean."

"But before that, I have a question..."

He Ye took a deep breath and looked at the group of people in front of him: "Aren't you sheriffs? Why do you all seem to be intentionally favoring the criminals...? This is very strange."

As soon as the words were spoken, some people looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Isabel paused for a moment and then explained softly, mentioning someone's name to explain the reason:
"Tonyson Ferran, a police officer at the Rose Street Police Department in Greenley, dedicated half his life to the safety of Greenley from the day he graduated from the police academy until his retirement at the age of 50. He was awarded the Second Class Merit Citation twice, was injured while protecting citizens, and took the lead in flood relief efforts. Some people presented him with flowers and tears."

"But this kind and dedicated police officer had his child go missing six weeks ago—he sadly entrusted us with finding the lost child, which shows the trust this retired officer has in the badge he wears."

"Finally, we did find it."

"That night at the Baplow Credit Company."

Isabel's eyes showed a hint of sadness at this point, but it quickly disappeared and she regained her composure. She looked up and continued:

"Based on the information I have gathered so far, the Baplo Credit Lending Company is linked to corruption within the National Security Agency."

"I apologize that I cannot disclose the specific details to you, but I can assure you that our security department has closed the case regarding this public order incident, and the outcome is exactly as I told you."

"Whether or not you rescued those children that night, please allow me to thank you."

After Isabel finished her story patiently, she smiled—a rare sight indeed—and this young colonel, whose nature made her seem unapproachable, looked so beautiful when she smiled.

Her silver-gray hair, which had somehow slipped down, was once again tucked behind her ear, revealing her snow-white and soft wrists.

He Ye was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

…I don't know which child it was at the time…

…The one who shook the iron bars and said he wanted to be a sheriff when he grew up? Come to think of it, I even patted that kid's head…

……

They then talked for a while in the detention room. Although it wasn't an open conversation, He Ye was certain that the three of them had confirmed that he was the person involved.

He Ye answered all the questions, no matter how minor, very well.

Baplo's death was caused by a gunshot wound, an unavoidable point of suspicion. He Ye replied that he killed him with a gun he had stolen from a security guard. Fortunately, the fire destroyed far too many things, which only made them more certain of He Ye's righteous actions.

Then, the group even went through He Ye's file in front of him—his citizen identity file as Leon Rossi, an identity he had used for years of undercover work, and also the safest identity he had ever held in his spy career; he was confident he would not be exposed.

The responses were also normal.

In the end, they all shook hands with He Ye.

"Thank u."

"Thank u."

He Ye never imagined that her unintentional act would have such a profound impact; she realized that behind each of those children was an unknown family…

Finally, they both left, returning the files and carrying their teacups and biscuit plates, leaving only Isabel sitting there, as if she had one last thing to say.

“It’s late now. I’ll have Darren take you home later. Is it okay if you stay a few more minutes?” she asked.

He Ye nodded: "It's okay."

It seems like we can leave here easily.

"Your education has shaped your excellent character, which is precious in this world. I hope you can keep this sincerity in your heart, no matter what the future holds."

Isabel spoke in an extremely gentle voice, her soft words seeming to come from the depths of her heart:
"Your path ahead may still be thorny, but the most precious thing in life is not money or the praise of others, but a career that you can dedicate your heart to and will not regret. Life belongs to each person only once, but the choices you make make it different."

"..." He Ye sensed something being conveyed; it seemed that this young female colonel, precisely because of her youth, possessed an active and intellectually vibrant inner world.

"I'm sorry, I may have misspoke."

A moment later, Isabelle stood up, reflecting on her words and realizing that it wasn't really necessary. However, she couldn't help but suggest that a young peer with a history of righteous deeds maintain this demeanor.

"It's okay," He Ye said.

Isabel didn't answer again, perhaps because she had already said a lot and didn't want to say more. In any case, she was planning to fulfill her duty of sending He Ye away—after all, he had no criminal record.

Unfortunately, it was at this moment that things went wrong.

Footsteps came from outside, along with Darren's desperate attempts to stop them.

"and many more!"

And finally, the door to the detention cell was pushed open again!

"No—wait!"

Lorice snorted and pushed open the door, making a grand entrance, with two officers behind her looking utterly dejected—David and Rory.

As for Darren, who had blocked their way in the corridor earlier, he awkwardly turned to the two of them, pursed his lips, and managed to utter a sound.

"Sorry... I couldn't stop him." Darren sighed.

Isabel was somewhat puzzled by this, while He Ye knew that he should put his bottom down again after just raising it, and guessed that he would have to sit for a while longer.

However, with her, a colonel from the security department, around, everything should be fine. He Ye believed that based on what he knew about her, she was capable of distinguishing right from wrong.

　HeYe Hot Patch 1.0, thanks to book friend 7198 for the suggestion.

　　The original text of Volume 1, Chapter 3, adds He Ye's past setting. He joined the spy team six years ago and was not a professional spy. In the previous descriptions, it was also mentioned that He Ye's first contact was with the battlefield.

　　At the same time, it describes that he doesn't like being a spy and prefers to be a good, easygoing person—in fact, these two things can be seen as expressions in the text, and to some extent, they are not added settings but rather added descriptions of him.

　　In Chapters 1 and 2 of Volume 2, Mark's opinion of He Ye was added to the original text, which stated, "He's just a busybody, with an excessive amount of compassion that's completely unlike anyone from this era."

　　The third point is about why it's not easy to be incompatible. This setting will actually be written later. Spies have multiple identities, and to give a little spoiler, He Ye's first identity is a special spy.

　　You can assume that they had already disguised themselves beforehand. The main story of "Miss Killer's Heavy Dependence" begins after the undercover mission. CORE's undercover mission lasted a long time, so the spies didn't need to keep disguising themselves.

　　Of course, the main reason is that I don't like writing a character with multiple faces, as it makes it difficult to write a romantic storyline.

　　By the way, the next chapter will be the finale.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)