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

Chapter 108 Human Traffickers

Lyon, holding the Coke can, looked at Carlos's grateful expression and was speechless.

What the hell is going on here?

I've always suspected you're a double agent who might stab me in the back at any moment, and I was even prepared to shoot you the night in the industrial zone.

So what's with you now, all moved to tears by me?

Is it because his acting is too good, or is this guy essentially a scheming scoundrel who will do anything to climb the social ladder and now sees a bright future with me, so he's genuinely submitted?

"Alright, stop with your flattery."

Leon rolled his eyes, too lazy to guess his complicated inner monologue, and turned to look at Mia O sitting next to him.

If Carlos was in a blissful, ecstatic state, then Mia was simply a walking corpse.

Today she was wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, zipped all the way up, and was slumped over a greasy plastic tabletop, her hands covering her face, revealing only a pair of dead fish-like eyes. Her face was etched with weariness, and her legs were unnaturally slightly apart, making her posture extremely stiff.

Since the charity gala ended that day and Lyon took her back to his apartment, she has been subjected to intense exploitation.

I was completely exhausted.

"What's wrong, Officer Torres?"

Leon walked over and gently kicked the plastic chair she was sitting on with his toe.

"You didn't say anything when we were ordering, did you have no appetite?"

Mia spoke softly, her voice weak and feeble, like a female ghost: "I have no strength left—"

"You better pray that the world is peaceful tonight. If something really happens that requires me to run away, I'll just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Anyway, I'm definitely not going to run another step."

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Lyon was in a great mood and reached out to pat her head: "Consider it training your core strength. Look at your demeanor now, so composed."

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Just as Hernandez scooped up a large, sizzling piece of roasted pork with a spatula, preparing to stuff it into a taco...

"Sizzle—"

A piercing static sound suddenly came from the police walkie-talkie clipped to Lyon's waist, followed by the dispatcher's monotone synthesized voice on the channel.

"Attention all units, codes 10-17 (kidnapping/abduction). A serious incident has occurred at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and Pine Street."

"A young girl was forcibly dragged into a vehicle. The suspect is driving a dark gray Ford E-Class van without license plates and is fleeing south. Nearby units are requested to intercept him immediately."

Lyon frowned sharply when he heard the broadcast.

Holy crap.

After cursing in his heart, he immediately stood up straight.

In fact, according to the dispatch system rules of the US police department, such sudden street alarms are usually directly assigned to street patrol officers in uniforms and driving black and white patrol cars.

Plainclothes units like Lyon's, such as the ACU (Anti-Crime Special Task Force), are primarily responsible for long-term surveillance of gangs, handling major crimes, and dealing with drug networks.

Although their radio stations are also connected to the branch office's dispatch channel to keep abreast of major events on the streets, they have a high degree of freedom and exemption in terms of police dispatch rules for ordinary broadcasts on such public channels.

Simply put, Leon could easily turn down the walkie-talkie volume, continue standing here waiting for his tacos, or even finish this can of iced cola before leaving, and there wouldn't be a single rule against him.

Chief Sterling would never hold him accountable for not chasing after a human trafficker.

But he couldn't do it.

Gangsters shooting each other in the head is just dogs fighting; he can sit in his car and watch it for fun.

But is it possible to abduct children on the street?

Human traffickers, regardless of the country, are pure-blooded beasts in Lyon's simple moral code, and should be thrown directly into the meat grinder.

That's fucking damn good.

If he could turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, then he would have wasted his time wearing this body and the system he received would have been a waste.

Just as Lyon's thoughts were turning, a blue light flashed across his retina.

[Urgent Mission: Retrieve the Lamb]

[Note: Some lines cannot be crossed; human traffickers are the most unforgivable scum in the world.]

Find that little girl, by any means necessary.

[Reward: 300 Justice Points]

Only 300 points, a pitiful amount compared to a shootout with drug dealers, but I have to take this job.

"Dispatch center, this is ACU-1. I'm nearby, arriving at Fifth Avenue in two minutes, and entering the pursuit route."

Lyon grabbed the walkie-talkie and quickly completed the report.

He turned to the two people still sitting at the plastic table, his voice cold and stern: "Stop eating, get to work! A little girl has been kidnapped on Fifth Avenue, get in the car!"

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Mia closed her eyes in pain, letting out a desperate wail, but her movements were not slow at all. She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the exhaustion.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, not even bothering to complain about her leg pain, she moved with surprising agility, leaping up from her chair and striding toward the police car disguised as a civilian SUV parked on the street corner.

Carlos, sitting opposite Lyon, also surprised Lyon with his reaction.

This guy was just wearing sunglasses, reeking of cheap perfume and the smell of a hangover, sitting there like a spineless pimp reminiscing about the yacht party.

But when they heard the words "girl abducted".

Carlos visibly stiffened for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head twice forcefully.

The blissful, lightheaded state he had just been in, barely able to walk straight, vanished completely in less than a second.

Carlos ripped off his sunglasses and threw them on the table. His eyes instantly became extremely sharp and clear, even revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

"Boss, I'll drive."

He said something in a deep voice, deftly pulled out his car keys, and turned to run towards the driver's seat.

Lyon watched Carlos's retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This guy—his state subsided way too quickly!

How could someone who had been living a carefree life for days, having been led astray by a rich kid, suddenly become sober upon hearing about an emergency?

Unless his smug demeanor just now was all an act, or perhaps the issue of "child trafficking" touched a nerve deep within him.

A hint of doubt flashed through Lyon's mind.

There's definitely something going on with this guy.

However, now is clearly not the time to pin someone down in an interrogation room and ask them questions.

"Hernandez, you can have the meat later!"

Lyon yelled at the stall owner and strode towards the SUV.

"No problem, bro!" Old Mo shouted, waving his shovel.

The three quickly climbed into the black Ford Explorer, which had no police markings.

"boom!"

Carlos floored the accelerator, and the Ford Explorer surged onto the main road.

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