An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

The Camry's exhaust pipe suddenly spewed out a choking plume of black smoke, followed by a noticeable jolt in the car.

It seemed to be protesting the owner's violent driving.

But at this moment, Lynn had no interest in the car's protests.

With his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand holding half a cigarette, he was frozen in mid-air.

My brain seemed to freeze for a moment, and even my breathing stopped for a second.

Admiration? +10?

What the hell?

What's going on with this random, nonsensical message?

Why did my admiration level suddenly and inexplicably increase by 10 at this crucial moment?

Is it Mrs. Hill or Katie?

The first thing that came to Lynn's mind was the graceful figures of these two beauties.

I even had some doubts in my mind: were these two women illegally mining in their own home again?

But he quickly rejected this somewhat absurd idea.

Why bother mining? At this point, I can just wait until I get back. There's absolutely no need!

But if it wasn't the two of them, who else could it be?

As Lynn's mind raced, he slowly turned around, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping over Kane in the passenger seat and Mike in the back.

Both of them were completely bewildered by Lynn's strange gaze.

Hmm... probably not.

Lynn turned her gaze away expressionlessly.

No, absolutely not.

These two burly men have always felt only gratitude and respect for themselves.

He was absolutely confident in this.

Just then, a sudden inspiration struck Lynn.

Immediately, as if he had thought of something extremely terrifying that could overturn his worldview, the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably twice.

A chilling thought suddenly popped into my mind.

This admiration level... could it be provided by the lecturer?!

After all, they had just met and parted ways less than five minutes ago!

"No, no, no! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Lynn quickly banished it from his thoughts.

No, it's really not that bad!

Just imagining the lecturer's rough face, shyly winking at me...

Lynn felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps sprouted all over his body like bamboo shoots after a spring rain!

I even felt a slight nausea in my stomach.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Kane, the co-pilot, had sharp eyes and immediately noticed Lynn's unusual physical condition.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Lynn took a deep drag of his cigarette to suppress the nausea in his heart, then flicked the cigarette butt out the window and stopped pursuing the matter further.

Who cares who provided it, as long as the value increases!

"Boom boom boom!"

Lynn gradually increased the pressure on the accelerator.

The Camry, overwhelmed by the load, sped up again and sped away.

……

Seattle Police Department (SPD) building.

At this moment, the lobby office area is in the busiest and most chaotic time of the day.

The air was filled with a mixture of coffee, body sweat, and a faint smell of blood.

The old printer made a screeching sound as it churned out endless sheets of confession records.

Police officers were hurrying around the lobby.

Some were roughly handcuffing a black drug addict who was rapping and dancing.

Some were helplessly listening to a thief who had just turned eighteen weeping and swearing to God.

In a corner, a scantily clad streetwalker was even yelling at the top of her lungs, "I want to see my lawyer! You can't treat me like this!"

All sorts of trivial and exhausting little things happen here one after another.

The entire hall was as noisy as a vegetable market, making it feel suffocating.

The only relatively quiet place was the detective's private office in the corner of the lobby.

As for why it's called exclusive.

According to the usual practice of the Seattle Police Department, detectives are not entitled to have their own private offices.

But this ironclad rule clearly does not apply to Annie.

On the very day Annie was promoted to detective, the chief personally issued the order.

They managed to get the logistics department to set up this spacious, independent office.

Inside the detective's office at this moment.

The blinds were pulled open halfway, and dappled light shone on the desk.

Through the crack, one could vaguely see Annie staring intently at the glowing computer screen in front of her.

From the outside, she appears to be intently contemplating a complex series of cases.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, exuding the aura of a capable and strong woman.

But in reality, work wasn't even on her mind at that moment.

All those messy documents and files were thrown to the winds.

My mind was replaying every detail of last night's time in the Haidilao private room like a movie.

More accurately, it's about reminiscing.

I savor the captivating hormonal scent emanating from Lynn, a scent tinged with the faint aroma of tobacco.

I savor that powerful, domineering, and moist kiss.

Recalling the glistening, stringy saliva as their lips intertwined.

I fondly recall Lynn's large, free-flowing hands with their distinct knuckles.

And... that highly sensitive lower tongue...

The thought of Lynn burying her head in her silk shirt made Annie feel like she was being strangled in two vital spots.

All my strength seemed to be drained away in an instant, and I slumped limply against the back of the chair.

Her breathing became rapid, and an unnatural flush rose on her cheeks.

A faint, almost imperceptible mist seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in the air.

This taboo feeling of crossing identity boundaries is like a kind of poison, making it impossible for her to concentrate all day.

I can't help but recall, savor, and relish these memories, feeling a kind of irresistible, addictive charm.

……

At the same time, workstations in the outer lobby.

Many officers kept glancing through the blinds at Annie's office.

Each person's expression carried a slightly strange undertone.

The special mission that the chief assigned to Annie has already become the talk of the entire police department.

Within a week, a gang of no fewer than twenty people was destroyed and arrested!

When they heard about this target, almost everyone's first reaction was that the director must be crazy!

This task is insanely difficult!

Keep in mind that they are just ordinary SPDs (police departments), not those well-equipped SWAT teams!

Let alone letting Annie, a newly promoted young female detective, lead the team alone.

Even if you put together the most senior detectives in the department, you might not be able to do it in just one week!

The kind of detectives in American TV shows who can single-handedly take down a gang's base simply don't exist in reality.

This can almost be considered an impossible task.

Next to the break room, several police officers were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"Hey, what exactly does the chief mean by this? I'm getting more and more confused."

A Puerto Rican police officer with red hair and freckles muttered in a low voice:

"Isn't Annie supposed to have powerful backers? How come she's suddenly given such a blatantly destructive task? If it were me, I couldn't complete this task even if I sold myself!"

"Who says otherwise!" A round, black woman next to her rolled her eyes, still holding half a donut in her hand.

"If she can manage to sneak through this task, I'll reward myself tonight by eating ten donuts in one minute!"

"Alright, Lily, can you stop rewarding yourself? You're going to break the chair if you keep doing that."

Another elderly white police officer with a thick beard chimed in, glancing intently in the direction of Annie's office, and stroking his chin as he analyzed:

"I reckon the situation will be the same as last time. Do you guys remember a few months ago when Detective Annie was reassigned to the streets to issue parking tickets?"

As he spoke, he pointed vaguely towards the ceiling: "Maybe she's had another falling out with some important figure up there, and that's why they're deliberately making things difficult for her!"

Upon hearing this, the people around him all showed expressions of sudden realization.

Only this reason can reasonably explain the director's almost obstructive and absurd task.

At this moment, the red-haired Puerto Rican police officer clicked his tongue, a hint of sarcasm in his expression:

"No wonder Detective Envy sat in her office all day, looking completely unhurried. Turns out she knew she couldn't finish, so she just gave up!"

"They didn't even bother with the pretense of checking the case files, tsk tsk..."

The voice just fell.

"Enough! Stop talking nonsense!"

Jimmy, who was sitting in the corner, finally couldn't listen anymore.

She abruptly stood up, her face flushed and her neck thick with anger, and retorted, "It's only the first day, what's the rush? I believe in Detective Annie's experience and ability; she can definitely do it!"

"Hahaha! Jimmy, we all know you received help from Detective Envy before, and you're very grateful to her."

The red-haired officer scoffed mercilessly, "But please, be realistic! How is she supposed to catch a gang of twenty?"

"That's right, Jimmy."

The bearded, elderly police officer chimed in, "If you can really do that, I'll treat you to a whole month's worth of freshly brewed hand-drip coffee!"

"Hahaha, Jimmy! If she can finish, I'll personally clean up your ass for a week!"

The black girl wasn't going to be outdone and joined in the teasing.

For a moment, the tea room was filled with mockery and ridicule.

"Shut up! Are you all so bored? Who taught you to talk about your colleagues behind their backs like that?"

Just then, a majestic and angry shout suddenly rang out.

Vice-captain Martin strode quickly down the corridor with a stern face, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone, exuding an aura of authority.

Instantly, everyone shut their mouths like ducks with their necks being choked.

They all lowered their heads and hurried back to their workstations, as if nothing had ever happened.

Martin glared at the gossipy bunch, then glanced in the direction of Annie's office, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Although his opinion of Annie had changed significantly after the incident with the black doctor Victor, he even had some respect for her.

But he really didn't think Envy had any chance of completing this mission.

All he could do was rush to help whenever Annie asked for assistance.

But if Annie herself chooses to give up and remain inactive, there's nothing he can do.

"Sigh, that's all I can do to help."

Martin sighed inwardly, withdrew his gaze, and was about to turn and leave.

Just then.

With a muffled thud, the main entrance to the hall was forcefully pushed open.

Two uniformed police officers approached, cursing and looking sullen.

"Fuck! What a damn bad luck! It's that damn Blood Wolf Gang reporting me again. Do these gang members have paranoia? They made me come all this way for nothing!"

Another policeman, also looking visibly annoyed, chimed in:

"You can argue with that! It's incredibly annoying! Since last night, the call center has received at least dozens of reports related to the Blood Wolf Gang! It's a complete waste of police resources!"

Their complaints were like a mysterious switch that had suddenly been flipped.

Followed by.

The door was pushed open again, and more patrol officers walked in one after another.

Some patrol officers were empty-handed and looked exhausted.

Some of the patrol officers were covered in sweat, holding ropes in their hands, with three or four disoriented homeless men behind them.

Among this long line of suspects being escorted, one of them was none other than Donut, who had just been arrested at the bar entrance!

The donuts had lost their previous arrogance.

Half of his face was swollen, his eye socket was bruised, and his MAGA hat was gone.

He hung his head like a defeated rooster, no longer clamoring about being a spy from the Chinese nation, and behaved himself like a grandson.

These suspects who were arrested came from all walks of life, including whites, blacks, and even Asians.

But they all share a common and significant characteristic.

They were all dressed in rags and smelled bad; they were definitely homeless people on the streets!

"What happened?"

Looking at the vast and imposing procession, Martin's brows furrowed instantly, and he loudly questioned:

"Why are you bringing so many homeless people back to the police station? Are you crazy? This is a police station, not a charity shelter!"

One of the officers leading the team wiped his sweat and reported with a wronged expression:

"Vice Captain, we didn't want this either! It's all because of that Blood Wolf Gang! Their men are like mad dogs, calling the police everywhere, saying their place was attacked and robbed by homeless people!"

"If we go to the scene and don't arrest a few people, we can't report back. This is a complete waste of our energy and time!"

That shout seemed to instantly stir up the long-suppressed emotions of the police officers present.

"Yes! Exactly! The Blood Wolf Gang is utterly unruly!"

"Calling the police for such a trivial matter has caused us so much trouble!"

"If we encounter the Blood Wolf Gang on our next patrol, we must teach them a lesson! We must thoroughly investigate them!"

"..."

Other officers also began to complain angrily, and the crowd became very angry.

"The Blood Wolf Gang..."

Listening to everyone's complaints, Martin repeated the name in a low voice, as if he had captured some key information in his mind.

He paused for a moment, then instinctively asked, "Approximately how many Blood Wolf Gang members are there, going around calling the police?"

"There are probably twenty or thirty people; there are people scattered in several venues."

Soon, police officers who had been to the scene responded loudly.

Upon hearing this, Martin was completely stunned.

"Twenty or thirty people..."

Just then, Lily, the black policewoman who had been as imposing as a tank, suddenly slapped her thigh and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Hey? Isn't that perfect! The Blood Wolf Gang has twenty or thirty members, and Detective Annie's mission is to arrest a gang of twenty people, right? Why not just arrest this troublesome Blood Wolf Gang?"

These words were spoken.

The once noisy hall seemed to be paused instantly.

The air seemed to be sucked out at that moment.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you all saying anything?" Lily blinked, looking at everyone with a puzzled expression.

Shh! Shut up!

The bearded police officer's expression changed, and he hurriedly made a shushing gesture to Lily, frantically gesturing for her to look behind him.

Lily turned her head, somewhat puzzled.

When she saw Annie standing in the hallway, having somehow opened her office door.

He froze on the spot, his thick lips parted but he couldn't utter a word.

The atmosphere at the scene became extremely awkward.

Despite the complex, even somewhat pitying, gazes from the crowd, Annie's delicate face remained unchanged.

Deep within his eyes, however, a subtle, enigmatic meaning flickered...

"The Blood Wolf Gang..."

Annie's red lips parted slightly, and she murmured a sentence that only she could hear:

"Lin, I believe in you."

……