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

Seattle West Precinct, ACU Team Leader's Office.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Seattle outside the window maintained its gloomy, half-dead atmosphere, but Lyon's office was unusually quiet.

Ever since I got the hard drive from old Bill's house that day, the subsequent processing went surprisingly smoothly.

The two drug addicts' corpses, which were devouring each other like zombies, vanished as if they had never existed.

Lyon didn't even need to ask around; he could guess the ending.

If the report states that there are two unidentified corpses, then there are two troublesome cases that need to be investigated and will likely become cold cases in the end. This will not only lower the case-solving rate, but such bloody cases will also cause trouble for the branch chief of the East District.

However, if it's taken away by an outsourcing company with a biological resource recycling license, it's likely that Alex's competitors have pulled it away, which is a different story.

Lyon could imagine how excited those medical researchers would be when they saw the two unrecognizable corpses corroded by veterinary sedatives and bath salts.

Those are excellent samples for studying the mechanisms by which new synthetic drugs damage the human body, much more valuable than mice.

As for Alex's side, things are quiet for the time being.

No news is good news.

If this kind of trans-Pacific contact could be accomplished in just two or three days, that would be a miracle.

Patience is the only option.

Lyon was fiddling with a brand new electronic card in his hand.

This was sent by Raymond, that fat guy, yesterday. It corresponds to the penthouse mansion in the city center that originally belonged to a Russian money laundering expert.

It was very efficient, and the procedures were handled flawlessly.

Lyon had already moved old Bill's precious child there immediately.

The place has tight security, an elevator that goes directly to the apartment, a wide view, and hardly any outsiders, making it the perfect safe house for a shady character like Old Bill.

As for his own dilapidated apartment?

Lyon did not terminate the lease.

Instead, he made a great deal of arrangements there.

Hidden infrared sensors connected to pinhole cameras in the cloud.

Since we've made enemies with the Blood Gang, we should at least leave them an address so they can come looking for us.

If any clueless assassin were to sneak in, Leon would receive an alert immediately.

Then, Leon put away the access card and looked into the slightly ajar drawer in front of him.

He discovered this when he entered the office.

Leon reached out and picked it up, feeling its thickness, then opened it.

Inside was a stack of colorful old banknotes.

It's about six thousand five hundred dollars.

This was the loot that ACU's brothers had plundered from the corpses like vultures that night in the rain: gold teeth, big gold watches, and cash from the drug dealers. After several days of selling and cleaning the stolen goods, this was the share that ended up in his hands.

Moreover, this was after deducting the double compensation for the families of the two fallen brothers.

The amount was reasonable. After all, it wasn't a drug deal, so there wasn't such an outrageous amount of cash. It was already quite remarkable that they could find so much money just from the body. In fact, it could be said that the leader's share was very generous.

"call……"

Lyon glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's almost time.

Although ACU has been able to return to work these past few days, he hasn't been in a hurry to send his brothers, who have just gone through a bloody battle, back to the streets to catch drug dealers.

After all, two people died and several were injured, so morale needs to be boosted.

Today is the day for everyone to gather, not for anything else, but for tonight's charity dinner that Sterling has repeatedly emphasized.

"It's time to go."

Lyon stood up, straightened his casual suit which he had just picked up from the dry cleaners, walked to the door, and pushed open the office door.

The moment Leon pushed open the office door, he almost thought he had walked into the wrong film set, or traveled backstage to a circus where they were preparing for a performance.

The ACU public office area, which should have been filled with a solemn atmosphere and ready to fight crime at any time, was now in complete chaos.

Mia was leaning against a filing cabinet on the outermost side, arms crossed. She hadn't changed into her dress yet, but that was to avoid getting it dirty.

She stared at the center of the arena with a look of utter despair, her eyes filled with hopelessness. When Leon came out, Mia turned her head and gave him a look that seemed to say, "Please save me, or kill me." Then she shrugged weakly, too lazy to even speak.

Lyon followed the direction of her gaze.

Deputy team leader Harrison was standing in front of a mirror that only showed half of his body, sweating profusely as he struggled with a navy blue suit, looking like a penguin with its hands and feet tied.

That suit was clearly something he had left over from many years ago; not only was the style outdated, but most importantly, it was too small.

In recent years, due to life's hardships and alcoholism, Harrison's once-normal belly has long since turned into a beer belly.