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Seattle Police Department West Precinct, ACU office area.

The office area was dim and oppressive in the early morning. In the huge space, only a few fluorescent tubes above Mia's head were still lit.

Mia had dark circles under her eyes and a vacant look, giving her a classic dead fish-like appearance.

She was typing away listlessly, her screen filled with long, nonsensical documents and reports left over from the previous unfinished building explosion.

"Bang."

The glass door to the ACU office was pushed open.

Lyon walked at the front, followed by Chloe, Simon, and Ward.

As soon as the four people stepped into the office, a cold wind mixed with thick gunpowder smoke, damp rain, and a pungent smell of blood rushed in.

Mia's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over the four mud-covered monkeys who looked like they had just crawled out of a meat grinder, before finally settling on Lyon's casual jacket stained with dark red blood.

Mia gasped in shock.

But she didn't even have the strength to stand up, and she slumped against the back of the ergonomic chair like a lump of mud.

"Boss."

Mia spoke in a tone that suggested she might suddenly die at her desk from exhaustion.

"Did you guys blow up another neighborhood?"

"Or did you guys stop by Afghanistan to raid some terrorist base and then rush back for a late-night snack?"

Leon felt a rare moment of embarrassment; given Mia's efficiency, she had done the work of at least three civilian police officers by herself.

Not only was it fast, but the quality of the reports was also high. Yet even she was worn out like this, as if she had been a complete absentee manager.

He raised his hand to touch his nose, walked to Mia's desk, and casually pulled over a folding chair to sit down.

"There was a minor issue in the Eighth Street area tonight."

Lyon lowered his voice and soothed his secretary, who was on the verge of collapse, in as gentle a tone as possible.

"For example, more than thirty people may have died."

"Of course, ACU just happened to be passing by and participated in the stability maintenance work."

"The good news is that the trouble has been resolved physically, without any subsequent legal disputes, and there's no need to even go to the detention center."

Lyon paused for a moment and cleared his throat.

"The bad news is, you might need to write a few more routine fire engagement reports."

"You know, it's just a formality."

Mia rolled her eyes after hearing that.

She grabbed the thick stack of reports from the table and slammed it down in front of Lyon.

"A battle report involving over thirty people?"

Mia's voice was filled with deep resentment:

"Sir, I'm seriously out of sleep this week..."

"If you want me dead, you can just put rat poison in my black coffee. There's absolutely no need to work me to death with this gang fight report that killed over thirty people..."

She pointed to the mountain of folders on the table and began to pour out her grievances.

"When I first joined ACU, I was indeed there to handle clerical work..."

"But I'm only an assistant at best... I really can't handle this workload..."

Faced with Mia's accusations, Leon knew he was in the wrong. He had indeed exploited Mia too much.

He didn't argue, but instead reached out and pressed down on the stack of blank report papers.

Then, Leon's hand moved down half an inch and gently covered Mia's hand, which was a little cold from typing, and patted it twice to comfort her.

"Listen, Mia."

Leon leaned forward, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Once the troubles at the branch office are over and the chaos caused by those gangs on the streets subsides..."

"I swear, I'll pay for your meal at the most upscale Michelin three-star restaurant in the city."

"And I'll cover all your iced Americanos for next month."

Mia was taken aback by Leon's sudden physical contact, and the warmth on the back of his hand eased the resentment in her dead fish eyes considerably.

Although she was still muttering things like "Men's words are deceitful" and "I'll take you to the labor bureau sooner or later," her body betrayed her by not pulling her hand back, and she reluctantly swallowed the big, round pie in the sky.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was gradually easing, and even a little bit of pink bubbles appeared.

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Simon, standing a few steps away, pushed up his glasses.

This former private investigator's ability to read people was already at its peak, and he naturally caught the ambiguous atmosphere in the air that made it unsuitable for a third wheel.

Simon turned his head and glanced at Chloe, who was excitedly checking the bolt of her CQBR rifle, and then at Ward, who stood on the other side like an emotionless stone statue, completely oblivious to the situation.

"Officer Ward."

Simon walked over and put his arm around the shoulder of this tough, combative man whose emotional intelligence was practically zero.

"I suddenly remembered that our sidearms seemed to have gotten a little muddy in them during the firefight just now."

"Come on, let's go to the armory downstairs. I'll teach you how to do deep maintenance."

Before Ward could even refute that his gun was clean, Simon had already dragged the wooden man out of the office without a word, closing the door behind him.

The office door clicked shut.

Chloe, who had just been fiddling with her rifle, immediately sensed something was amiss when Simon and Ward left.

She turned her head, her azure eyes scanning back and forth between Leon and Mia.

The next second, this explosive maniac, dressed in a miniskirt and black stockings and looking like a delinquent girl, squeezed to the other side of Leon.

"Boss!"

Chloe shouted loudly, her tone clearly boastful and tinged with a hint of jealousy.

"I really deserve credit tonight; I controlled the amount of C4 explosives I stuck on the back door perfectly!"

"Without my artistic explosion, everyone would have been covered in soot and dirt, climbing through dangerous windows or crawling through ventilation ducts!"

She leaned close to Leon, tilted her head up, and her face screamed, "Praise me!"

"So, I want a big meal too! I want a reward!"

Lyon looked at Chloe, who had come closer, and his head began to throb again.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't simply ignore this little madman who was extremely useful on the battlefield, blindly worshipped him, and always carried high explosives.

Although Leon still doesn't understand whether Chloe is after his body or simply wants his access to military C4.

Lyon stood up and turned to face Chloe.

He adopted the perfunctory expression one would use when dealing with problem children, but his tone was extremely serious.

Leon stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Chloe's head, which was covered by a black beret, and rubbed it hard twice, making a mess of her fluffy, long, golden curly hair.

"Fine meals are too boring, and sitting there cutting steak is simply not the right setting for an artist like you."

Lyon stared into Chloe's eyes and began his persuasive act with a straight face.

"In recognition of your perfect tactical demolition tonight."

"I am now entrusting you with a crucial and top-secret mission."

Chloe's eyes lit up instantly when she heard the words "top secret mission".

"Go to the armory. Take all the CQBR rifles that everyone used tonight, disassemble them completely, clean them, oil them, and reassemble them."

"And, carefully inventory our remaining C4 explosives stockpile."

"As a reward, I'll bring you a whole case of your favorite junk food tomorrow. And..."

Lyon lowered his voice:

"I'll allow you to use an extra half pound of C4 in your next breach."

"Use half a pound more?!"

Chloe's attention was instantly and completely diverted, and her slight jealousy from before was long forgotten.

"Yes, sir!"

Chloe immediately stood at attention and gave an awkward military salute.

She turned around excitedly, grabbed the several rifles covered in mud and blood from the table, and rushed out of the office like a gust of wind, heading straight for the gun maintenance room.

Mia sat behind her desk, watching Chloe's cheerful figure as Leon dismissed her with half a pound of explosives.

She turned her head and stared intently at Leon with a look that seemed to have seen through the capitalist's true colors and a disdainful gaze toward the worst kind of scumbag.

"You're just going to mess with a former combat engineer who's not quite right in the head like this?" Mia sneered.

"How can this be called teasing her? This is called rationally allocating tactical resources."

Leon shrugged indifferently and shamelessly adjusted the collar of his jacket.

"You first outline the report. I'll go downstairs to take a shower, change my clothes, and then come back up to help you refine the details."

After saying that, Leon ignored Mia's deadpan expression and turned to leave the office.