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

Lorenzo Avenue.

Hearing Lynn's somewhat nonchalant yet extremely orthodox aristocratic tone...

PS: (The English pronunciation at the University of Tokyo has a slightly aristocratic feel.)

Annie shuddered violently, as if a drowning person had grasped at the last straw and turned around abruptly.

At this moment, she no longer had any of her usual aloofness.

Her signature chestnut hair was completely soaked with cold sweat, clinging messily to her porcelain-white cheeks and slender swan neck.

Those usually aloof and dignified icy blue eyes were now filled with helpless red veins.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and coupled with her panicked expression, she evoked a sense of pity.

"You...you can really help me? Are you a doctor?"

Annie's voice trembled, her mind still blank.

This statement was entirely a subconscious conditioned reflex and a questioning.

You should know that in the United States, licensed doctors are definitely part of the elite and wealthy class.

She had never seen a respectable doctor drive a Camry with black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe.

Even the most shady doctors in underground clinics who cut out hearts and kidneys would never drive such degrading industrial waste on the road.

Lynn shrugged and didn't answer the idiotic question.

He went straight up to Jimmy, who was foaming at the mouth, squatted down next to him, took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and forcibly pried open Jimmy's eyelids to shine a light on them.

He then reached out to check the other person's carotid artery and nasal breathing.

"The pupils have begun to dilate, indicating severe respiratory failure."

Lynn put away her phone and said calmly, "If we don't intervene immediately, he won't even last three minutes."

"No... God! Save him! Please save him!"

Upon hearing the three-minute countdown to her death, Annie's emotional defenses completely crumbled.

She was truly panicked, completely forgetting that just a moment ago she had been doubting the identity of the man in front of her.

"Shut up!"

Lynn suddenly looked up and asked urgently, "Tell me, what exactly did he touch just now?"

A sudden roar, imbued with the terrifying aura of a superior, left Annie stunned and frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

Staring blankly at Lynn's cold profile, he seemed somewhat dazed.

This man had always acted like a smooth-talking gentleman.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a rude, domineering, and unquestionable commanding manner.

"Are you mute? Speak! I'm asking you what he came into contact with!" Lynn gritted his teeth, speechless.

He was right. This youngest detective, who was hailed as the best by the police department, was nothing more than a beautiful but useless vase when faced with an emergency.

With that kind of mental fortitude, nobody would believe she single-handedly destroyed a gang's hideout!

"Oh...oh! It's powder! Lots of white powder!"

Lynn's shout finally brought Annie back to her senses, and she pointed a trembling finger at the back of the pickup truck.

Lynn glanced sideways, his pupils contracting slightly as his gaze swept over the old tires.

In an instant, I had a very clear answer in my mind.

It's highly likely that the acute poisoning was caused by close contact with fentanyl powder!

In America, this kind of news is commonplace.

The reason is simple: fentanyl, a synthetic opioid, is fifty times more toxic than heroin!

Even just inhaling a trace amount of powder floating in the air, or through direct skin contact, can instantly cause respiratory arrest in adults!

This unfortunate black police officer must have gotten too close to the tire while searching for a spare one.

It's even possible to inhale the powder particles directly into your lungs!

In a flash, Lynn came up with a plan and turned to Annie, saying, "Quick, get the first-aid kit!"

"Medical kit...? What medical kit?" Annie asked, looking completely bewildered.

Lynn's forehead veins throbbed: "What do you think, officer? Don't your LAPD patrol cars carry first-aid kits? Go get them!"

In the United States, since the fentanyl epidemic in previous years led to a large number of police officers being poisoned by inhalation during searches, the police have mandated that each patrol car be equipped with a bottle of "Narcan" nasal spray in its standard medical kit.

This stuff is a potent antagonist of opioid receptors and can rapidly reverse respiratory depression caused by fentanyl.

At this moment, only that damned little spray bottle could pull this unlucky cop back from the brink of death!

"Yes! Yes! Patrol car! First-aid kit!"

Annie mumbled incoherently, stumbled to her feet, and rushed toward the police car not far away, shoving half of her body inside and frantically searching.

Because the movements were too violent and hasty, the already extremely fitted police uniform trousers instantly stretched tightly to the thighs and buttocks.

Its full, rounded curves, outlined by the streetlights, resemble a ripe peach or a full moon on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, creating an extremely strong visual impact.

Even in the midst of a life-or-death emergency, Lynn's gaze lingered on those alluring curves for a couple more seconds.

About ten seconds later.

"Here it is! I found it!"

Annie rushed over with an orange first-aid kit in her hands and shoved it into Lynn's arms.

She had completely lost her ability to think at some point.

They completely regarded the Asian man driving the beat-up car in front of them as their only pillar of support.

He took the medical kit and snapped the lock open.

Lynn's gaze was as precise as a scalpel, instantly locking onto the naloxone nasal spray with a red pusher in the corner.

Without any hesitation.

He pulled off the cap, grabbed Jimmy's chin, and shoved the nozzle into his nostril.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Four consecutive pumps will inject all the spray into the other person's mucous membrane.

Immediately afterwards, Lynn put his hands together and pinched Jimmy's philtrum tightly with his thumbs, while forcibly lifting his jawbone upwards to ensure that his airway was fully open.

His technique was extremely professional, no less than that of a professional doctor.

"Why isn't he awake yet? Why isn't he responding? Are we sure there's no mistake?"

Annie knelt to the side, her hands tightly clasped together, her voice trembling with nervousness as she looked at the still lifeless Jimmy.

"I told you, shut up."

Lynn didn't even look up, replying with extreme impatience.

Having experienced the panic just now, he has begun to lose his initial positive perception of this aloof policewoman.

I thought she was a cool, aloof elite, but it turns out she's a stunningly beautiful idiot.

"Cough...cough cough cough!! Ugh—"

The moment Lynn finished speaking.

Jimmy's chest heaved violently as he coughed several times, then he greedily inhaled large gulps of fresh air.

His ashen face gradually regained its color, and his whitish eyes slowly regained focus.

"He's awake! My God! He's awake!"

Annie let out an incredulous gasp, covering her mouth with her hands and almost bursting into tears of joy.

The nerve that was taut and about to snap finally relaxed a little.

However, Lynn's casual remark once again put her on edge:

"Don't be too happy yet. Naloxone can only temporarily block the receptors. He has only temporarily regained spontaneous breathing. He will still die after the drug wears off in half an hour. He must be taken to the emergency room for hemodialysis immediately."

At this point, Lynn looked down at her and asked, "Did you call for help?"

These words were spoken.

Annie's ecstatic expression froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

She opened her mouth, her cheeks flushing red.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became eerily frozen.

Seeing the guilty look in the other person's eyes, Lynn's lips twitched violently, and she asked incredulously, "You...you didn't even call an ambulance, did you?"

Annie lowered her head in extreme embarrassment and nodded her chin very slightly.

"..."

Lynn was utterly speechless.

He paused, then looked at the other person as if they were an idiot: "Then what are you standing there for? Are you waiting for him to die again?"

"oh oh!"

Annie suddenly realized that she still had the radio hanging on her shoulder.

She frantically pressed the intercom button, her voice trembling and stuttering:

"11-99 (Police Emergency Call)! This is Lorenzo Avenue North! A police officer is in a deep coma due to fentanyl exposure! An ambulance and backup are needed immediately! Immediately!!"

"Received, RA unit has been dispatched and is expected to arrive in three minutes..." came the dispatcher's reply over the walkie-talkie.

Hearing that the rescue was on its way, Annie finally relaxed completely, like a deflated balloon.

After recovering from the extreme loss of composure and panic, the arrogance and aloofness inherent in detectives finally returned somewhat.

However, the moment her gaze met Lynn's teasing eyes...

The icy aura she had just put on instantly crumbled, leaving her so embarrassed she wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the asphalt with her toes.

This man had seen her completely, even though she was crying and looking completely lost!

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward, with only the humid sea breeze blowing by.

Envy broke the silence, forcing a smile: "You...are you really a doctor?"

I guess so.

Lynn took out a cigarette, lit it, and gave an ambiguous answer.

Even unlicensed doctors are still doctors; they treat patients and save lives for money, so why shouldn't they be considered doctors?

Having received this somewhat ambiguous answer, the two fell into a subtle silence once again.

Only Jimmy's faint breathing echoed.

After a while.

Annie bit her red lips, and awkwardly managed to stammer, "Thank you..."

The sound was so faint it was almost carried away by the wind.

But she meant it sincerely.

If Lynn hadn't suddenly appeared today, Jimmy would definitely be a corpse.

If her partner died in front of her, she would not only be investigated by the police department's internal affairs department, but she would also live the rest of her life in endless nightmares and self-blame.

"Hmm?" Lynn exhaled a smoke ring and made a teasing question with a nasal tone.

"call--"

Annie took a deep breath, raised her icy blue eyes to look directly at Lynn, and her voice became sincere and clear:

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. You saved him today, and you saved me too."

[Thanksgiving +20]

Upon hearing this, Lynn did not feign modesty; instead, she raised an eyebrow with interest: "Now that you know I saved you, Officer, you owe me a huge favor."

Annie's eyes widened instantly, a strong look of surprise flashing in them.

According to the formula of Hollywood movies, shouldn't men be very gentlemanly in this situation, smiling and saying "It's my duty"?

This man actually took advantage of the situation and started demanding repayment directly?

This highly contrasting and purposeful answer was something she never expected.

But undeniably, this undisguised display of desire left an extremely deep mark on her heart.

She blinked slightly, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, and gave a soft snort: "Fine, I, Annie, never owe anyone anything. So, how do you intend to repay this favor?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn did not answer immediately.

Instead, he was biting a cigarette butt, his gaze sweeping over the woman in front of him from head to toe with extreme audacity and aggression.

The once perfectly sealed dark blue police uniform had two buttons ripped open due to the vigorous movement, revealing large areas of snow-white skin and deep cleavage.

The sweat-soaked fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining breathtaking curves.

Compared to her previous cold, sculpted look, Annie, now somewhat disheveled and with flushed cheeks, possessed an extremely captivating vibrancy and liveliness.

I felt Lynn's naked gaze, as if she could see right through my clothes.

Annie's heart skipped a beat, her thigh muscles clenched slightly, and an unprecedented, strange electric sensation instantly swept through her body.

"I haven't decided yet."

After staring at it for a full ten seconds, Lynn slowly looked away, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "I'll talk about it later when I've thought it through."

Drip—drip—

Just then, the urgent sirens of ambulances and police cars came from the far end of the street.

The red and blue flashing lights gradually tore through the sunset.

"The rescue team has arrived, I should go now. I don't want to be dragged into giving a statement by your annoying colleagues."

Lynn waved his hand nonchalantly and turned to walk directly towards his old Camry.

Under Annie's extremely complicated gaze, he opened the car door and got in.

Click! Boom—click-click-click!

As the dilapidated engine roared with a leaky groan once more, a thick plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.

Just as Lynn was about to shift gears and start moving.

Annie took a step forward as if possessed, a rare hint of awkwardness flashing across her usually icy face.

Biting her lower lip, her voice carried a hint of probing that she herself didn't realize: "You...will you come again tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this...

Lynn rested his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head slightly.

The dim streetlights shone through the car window onto his sharply defined profile.

He tilted his head, his eyes holding a profound and playful quality that seemed to see right through people:

"So...do you want me to come?"

A sea breeze blows.

Annie opened her mouth, but as if frozen in place, she couldn't utter a single word.

But in those icy blue eyes, there flickered a meaning that was hard to describe.

"Oh."

Seeing the other person's conflicted expression, Lynn chuckled softly, his voice sounding particularly deep and magnetic in the night.

See you tomorrow, Officer.

He stepped on the gas.

The dilapidated Camry, emitting a pungent exhaust fumes, slowly disappeared into the deep Seattle night.

crossroads.

Under the alternating flashing of red and blue police lights.

Annie stood quietly, watching the pair of red taillights gradually disappear.

She only snapped out of her daze when the ambulance crew rushed out and called out to her.

But this time, when she put those cold sunglasses back on.

Those icy blue eyes hidden behind the lenses seemed to have lost their former boredom and emptiness.

Instead, she developed a sense of curiosity and radiance that she herself was unaware of.

"Lynn..."

……