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

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Mia watched as Leon leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, thinking that this usually fearless boss had finally given up on this outrageous personnel arrangement.

She held her iced Americano and let out a weak, feeble laugh.

"Heh... Boss, are you desperate now?"

"I knew Chief Sterling was messing with us. This is basically a branch of Arkham Asylum. Maybe we should apply for…"

Mia was just about to say something more sarcastic and pessimistic.

"Bang!"

As a result, Leon slammed his hand on the table and sprang up from his chair like a zombie.

"what!"

The sudden jolt startled Mia so much that her hand trembled, and she almost spilled her iced Americano on the keyboard.

"Despair? Despair my ass!"

"This is absolutely fantastic!"

Lyon's eyes lit up, he grabbed the file folder on the table and shook it, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"A retired engineer who blew up the gate, and a psychopathic detective who enjoys mentally torturing people!"

"I need this kind of utterly shameless, brain-dead lunatic!"

Mia stared blankly at Leon, who was gesturing wildly.

A profound sense of despair instantly enveloped her.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time. In the end, she could only cover her face in despair.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

So, after all this time, I'm the only normal human being in the entire ACU department?!

This lousy department is doomed to fail sooner or later!

Just as Mia was questioning her existence, a clear sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Along with the footsteps came a burst of unrestrained and lively chatter.

Three figures appeared outside the half-open glass door of the office.

The woman walking on the far left was extremely petite and slender, definitely no taller than 1.6 meters.

She had long, fluffy blonde curly hair, snow-white skin, and a pair of bright blue eyes that revealed a mischievous and lively spirit.

The girl wore a black beret tilted to one side, a fitted white shirt, and a black coat.

Her lower body, however, featured a provocative white mini-skirt paired with tight black stockings and a pair of Doc Martens boots.

This outfit doesn't look like that of a policewoman reporting for duty; it looks more like that of a delinquent girl getting ready to go clubbing.

She was Chloe, the combat engineer who almost blew up the building.

The man standing next to her was a completely different story.

Dexter Simon.

He wore a slightly loose gray trench coat over a well-tailored suit vest and shirt, his tie was perfectly tied, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses without lenses sat on his nose.

Her hair was neatly combed back with hairspray, and a gentle smile played on her lips.

But coupled with his tall, muscular build, and the way his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, seemed to be sizing up prey…

This person exudes an aura of a refined scoundrel and a highly intelligent psychopath.

And walking on the far right is Lyon's old acquaintance, Ward.

Ward's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Among a group of plainclothes special agents, he was still wearing his crisp, perfectly fitted dark blue patrol uniform, with the eight-piece suit hanging neatly at his waist. His brows were furrowed tightly, making him look extremely out of place and comical.

"Hey big guy, did you wander onto the wrong set?"

Chloe looked Ward up and down in his uniform, her tone casual and unrestrained:

"This is ACU, everyone here is on duty in plainclothes."

"You're dressed like a traffic cone walking down the street, are you planning to direct traffic at the intersection?"

"Chloe is right."

Simon, the seemingly refined scoundrel, adjusted his glasses, smiling broadly, and joined Chloe in their banter:

"Officer Ward, your uniform is certainly very intimidating."

"But if we're tracking a suspect, your attire would probably scare our target away from three blocks away. This is very detrimental to our ability to conduct efficient investigations."

"..."

Ward's eyes twitched violently, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He had no intention of paying any attention to those two lunatics.

Ward avoided their gazes, internally screaming.

Plainclothes officers! Of course he knows ACU officers are plainclothes!

He only received the transfer order this morning and had just finished handing over his work when he was suddenly thrown into this situation this afternoon. He didn't even have time to go back to the locker room to change. What could he do? He was desperate!

Are you expecting me to come to the report naked?!

And all I wanted was to learn some practical combat skills from Commander Vance, so why was I grouped with Harley Quinn and Hannibal?!

Is this some kind of circus?!

Besides, you two have only just met, how come you're already so smoothly teaming up to criticize my outfit?!

Sergeant Danfoss was right; he had truly been blind to have any expectations of this department full of lunatics.