Wylie Davis and the others froze.
"What's he doing...?" Captain Martinez asked, astonished.
After a slight hesitation, Wylie Davis said, "He must be going to find someone!"
"Oh!"
Captain Martinez and the others nodded, suddenly realizing something.
At this moment, I rushed to the car, opened the door, and got inside.
I gripped the steering wheel, my face extremely grim, and in my pupils, terrifying sparks flashed, my gaze cold as ice.
In my heart, I was burning with anxiety.
More than twenty minutes had passed, and Officer Davis's life or death remained uncertain; with each passing second, the chance of survival diminished.
"Don't you think being a detective is so cool! In this world, with so many bad people, I just want to do my part. Catching even one makes the world a little better."
For some reason, this sentence flashed in my mind again.
I could still remember her expression at that time, pure and confident.
"Henderson Syndicate, just you wait!"
