The deputy chief put down the files in his hand and asked the secretary, "Do you know the specifics of this matter?"
The secretary nodded and lowered his voice, "Someone had asked the political commissar to intervene before, but the chief refused to release them. The reason was that those young people didn't respect the beat cops, and the chief thought beat cops are also police officers. The video and evidence sent from the branch showed that those young people were in the wrong. Considering the reputation of the police station, it couldn't be settled privately and should be handled by the branch according to procedure."
The deputy chief pondered for a moment and then told the secretary, "Go and get the information about the beat cop involved in this matter."
From his understanding of the chief, this kind of issue generally wouldn't have reached him, and it was even personally suppressed by him, which indicated something unusual.
Immediately, he went to the chief's office, and after knocking on the door, a robust middle-aged man in the office put down the mirror and grinned at him, "What's up?"
The deputy chief smiled back, "It's strange that you're protecting a beat cop."
"You're overthinking it. Since this issue has been exposed, and the beat cop is in the right, no one is allowed to shield them. If they need to be detained, they should be. A show of leniency can be made with a greeting," said the chief.
"I see." The deputy chief nodded. Such a straightforward tone definitely means there is something fishy. That beat cop must have a background!
In the evening, while I was eating in my police uniform, Brittany Scott curiously asked, "Are you really a cop?"
"Impersonating a cop will get you arrested," I glanced at her, as if she was talking nonsense.
Elizabeth Campbell passed a comment, "You're not suited to be a community officer; you should be a traffic cop."
Brittany nodded, "I think so too."
I chewed a piece of meat and asked, "Why?"
Elizabeth replied, "Because with your impartial, cold, unfeeling face and the way you can issue a ticket to a pretty woman, your talents would see traffic bureau performance skyrocket."
I almost choked, pursed my lips.
Just then, I heard a faint but annoying buzzing by my ears. I frowned and tilted my eyes as if trying to catch a fluttering wing in the air. My hand holding the chopsticks swiftly caught a flying fly mid-air.
The two women were startled by my action, but when they looked at the fly caught by my chopsticks, they were dumbfounded!
I myself was also stunned!
I looked at my hand, recalling the speed of my action that the fly couldn't even react before being caught. How fast did I have to be?
"That's disgusting," Elizabeth, who usually dressed and behaved like a lady with a cleanliness compulsion, commented seeing me holding the fly.
I flicked the fly away with a shake of my chopsticks, looked a little lost at my hands. The speed just now… really fast, even faster than my peak A Level abilities!
But was it because of that damn genetic liquid injected into me causing some blockages? I didn't feel any explosive trend in my body, but the speed was shocking.
Also, I could even hear the wings of the fly flapping!
Brittany was amazed at my sudden attack, my speed at catching the fly was so quick it felt like a shadow, she didn't even see how I did it. She and Elizabeth had just raised their heads in a second to see me maintaining the action of catching the fly.
As she was about to lower her head to continue eating, my ghost-like speed swished again, my hand still extended in the air.
Brittany and Elizabeth saw once more a fly clamped in the chopsticks, its limbs and wings still fluttering, probably not knowing why it got caught like this.
I hurriedly put down the chopsticks, unable to wrap my head around it: "I'm going to work."
After wiping my mouth, I didn't care about eating anymore, put on my cap and walked out the door.
Brittany stared blankly at his back, shocked by his act of catching flies alive twice with chopsticks!
"How did he... do it?"
I stepped into the elevator in a hurry, looking at my right hand, tried to throw a fist in the air, but didn't get that shadow-like speed again.
"Was that just a subconscious outburst?" I muttered in confusion.
Just then, although the elevator was going down, I could still hear the voices of the two women from inside the room.
Elizabeth: "How many years of being single does it take to achieve that hand speed? No way, such a man is too dangerous."
Brittany: "What do you mean?"
Elizabeth said with a worried look, "His hand speed definitely suggests being single for over twenty years. Such an inexperienced man, aren't you afraid he might assault us someday?"
Brittany rolled her eyes: "Only the cow gets tired, no field gets ruined. We two together can handle him, even if it exhausts him."
In the elevator, I chuckled helplessly. What's with these women nowadays, each one is a character, and the more beautiful they are, the more evil they hide in their bones. What's with the world?
At this moment, my hearing in the elevator inexplicably sharpened, and a noisy sound entered my ears.
"Coyote, do you even know where he lives? This apartment is so big, how long will we take to find him?"
"Adam't worry, it's all checked. He lives in this building, we just need to block him at the elevator entrance."
"But he's a cop," someone expressed concern.
"What's so great about being a cop? Just a beat cop, nothing to be afraid of! Once he lets his guard down, bag him cleanly and give him a beating. If he doesn't release Young Master Lopez and the others, he'll have it hard tonight on patrol! Do it cleanly, don't let it get to the boss."
Police? Beat cop?
I keenly captured these keywords, seeing the elevator approaching the first floor, and quickly stopped on the third floor, walking out directly from there.
As I walked, I could hear the conversations in every room around me for some reason. My ears acted weird, the world suddenly seemed noisy, and walking by a restroom, I could clearly hear water dripping.
As I prepared to go down through the stairs, I overheard the same people's conversation: "Coyote, what if he exits through the stairwell?"
"Adam't worry, Old Three and Ma Liu are guarding there. Unless this guy skips work, we're bound to catch him. If anyone sees him, be cautious of the surroundings, don't act rashly."
I halted, from the third-floor staircase peered down to the first floor of the stairwell, indeed saw three to five people with dyed hair guarding there.