I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang walked quickly back into the depths of the passage.

Karen had tied her ponytail back up and wiped the blood off her face.

He was kneeling on one knee beside Miller at that moment.

With one hand pressing on his pulse and the other holding the gun horizontally, he warily scanned the dark entrance to the passage.

Hearing footsteps, she instantly pointed her gun at them, her eyes sharp as knives.

It seems she has reverted to the icy beauty agent persona she had when she first met Li Ang.

Upon recognizing Li Ang, her tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

The gun barrel drooped, and a blush uncontrollably rose on her cheeks.

His previous air of a capable elite detective instantly softened.

She transformed back into the lovely woman who had sought comfort in Li Ang's arms just ten minutes earlier.

Li Ang raised his hands and made an exaggerated gesture of surrender.

With a smile playing on his lips, he said:

"Hey, beautiful policewoman, don't shoot! I'm a law-abiding citizen!"

A few days ago, if anyone had dared to make such a slick and sarcastic remark about her, Karen would have definitely handcuffed them with a cold face.

But hearing Li Ang say that now, she felt her ears burning, rolled her eyes at him, and whispered:

"Stop being so cheeky."

Li Ang bent down to pick up the Glock that Miller had dropped on the ground, checked the magazine, and stood on the other side of Karen, forming a guard angle with her back to back.

All they can do right now is stay put and wait for the NYPD and the hospital to come to their aid.

A brief silence fell over the passageway; the two could even hear Miller's heavy breathing.

Karen pursed her lips and finally asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for so long:

"Li Ang, you still haven't told me why you're here?"

Li Ang turned his head, took out the prepared speech, and said gently:

"Karen, do you believe in miracles?"

Karen's heart skipped a beat, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"A miracle?"

Li Ang recounted in detail:

"Yes, it's a miracle. For some reason, after we talked on the phone this afternoon, my eyelids kept twitching, and I had a feeling that something was going to happen to you. When I heard that you were coming to patrol the Morris Heights, I became very uneasy."

Karen frowned, saying in disbelief:

"So you came here specifically to find me?"

Li Ang smiled calmly:

"How could that be! I'm not a pervert!"

Karen recalled how Li Ang had forcefully kissed her multiple times right from the start.

He thought to himself, "You're just a student, yet you've repeatedly harassed police officers. Isn't that perverted enough?"

But he forced himself to remain calm and said:

"Otherwise what?"

"Here's the thing, just now, I suddenly remembered that I left something at school, so I thought I'd run over to get it. When I passed Jerome Avenue, I saw your police car parked outside, and on a whim, I crawled out to check."

Karen, an elite agent of the NYPD, may be a saint, but she is not stupid.

Upon hearing this, he immediately noticed many flaws in Li Ang's words.

But she didn't point it out directly.

Regardless of Li Ang's reasons for coming to the rat hole.

The truth is, if it weren't for Li Ang's rescue in the face of adversity, he would have made a grave mistake, even implicating his most respected Inspector Miller.

To question this savior at this moment would be extremely inhumane.

She suppressed her doubts and instead asked a more difficult question:

"Then...why did you kill him? Do you know what that means?"

Li Ang turned around, staring intently at Karen, and said seriously:

"Because he's hurting you! Miss Karen, you're my only emotional support right now. I swear I'll protect you with my life. Anyone who dares to touch you, I'll make them disappear. Even if tonight's events happened again, I would still choose to empty the magazine without hesitation!"

These words were so direct and blunt that they were practically a naked confession.

Karen was horrified, yet she knew that Li Ang wasn't just spouting nonsense like a scumbag.

After all, just ten minutes earlier, Li Ang had already demonstrated his commitment and responsibility through his actions.

She immediately screamed:

"My God, Li Ang! Do you...do you know what you're talking about?!"

Li Ang shook his head firmly and said:

"Miss Karen, I'm not lying, I really have fallen in love with you. In fact, the moment I saw you for the first time at the underground club the night before last, I was completely smitten. Miss Karen, when you left the community hospital, you were all I could think about. That early morning when I passed by the police station, I just wanted to get close to you and talk to you!"

"Oh my god! Li Ang...you really...but no, Li Ang...how can I..."

Karen was both surprised and delighted.

However, amidst her excitement, she couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt once again.

Without a doubt, Karen likes Li Ang.

However, the age gap between the two is a major problem.

In Karen's traditional and conservative view, Li Ang was more suited to dating female students his own age.

Instead of being a dull and boring older office worker like myself.

Thinking of this, Karen hurriedly and hastily looked away, vehemently refusing:

"How old are you? You're still a student, while I'm a grown police officer. The difference between us is just too great."

"What's the difference?"

Li Ang took a step closer and asked stubbornly:

"Miss Karen, don't you like me?"

It's not that I don't like it...

Karen's voice was barely audible, and she shrank back as she said:

"But that's against the rules..."

Screw the rules!

Li Ang interrupted Karen loudly:

"You like me, I like you, that's enough. Everything else is bullshit."

Karen was rendered speechless by Li Ang's passionate words and could only awkwardly change the subject:

"Even if it's for me, murder is a serious crime! It will ruin your life!"

"If I let you get hurt, that would be the greatest crime I could ever commit against me! I would suffer the pain and blame myself for the rest of my life!"

Li Ang's eyes were cold, and his tone was resolute:

"Miss Karen, I don't want to put you in a difficult position. If you think I'm guilty, handcuff me and take me back now! As long as I can protect you and uphold the justice in your heart, I'll accept even going to jail!"

Karen stared in shock at the boy who was younger than her, her mind racing with a jumble of thoughts.

After pondering for a long time, she asked the most difficult practical question with difficulty:

"What about your sister Fiona? Who will take care of her while you're incarcerated?"

Upon hearing this, Li Ang immediately pursed his lips and fell silent.

"So what do you intend to do, Miss Karen? Are you planning to handcuff me right now?"

Karen's fingers rubbed against the cold edge of the handcuffs, but she couldn't lift her arm no matter what she did.

Logically speaking, Li Ang had just shot and killed a vicious black drug dealer who was putting up a last-ditch effort.

Although this action clearly saved the lives of two NYPD agents.

However, due to Li Ang's age, he will be suspected of unlicensed possession of a firearm and use of deadly force.

In New York State criminal law, this is classified as a Class C violent felony.

According to the New York Police Manual, my immediate priority is to apprehend Li Ang, bring him back to the station for questioning and detention.

However, from an emotional standpoint, this is far too unfair to Li Ang.

He clearly did the right thing and even did himself and Detective Miller a great favor.

However, it is defined as a crime by law.

It is conceivable that if Li Ang is taken back to the police station, the only outcome after the questioning will be that he is handed over to the local prosecutor for prosecution, becoming part of the prosecutors' achievements.

Those corrupt bureaucrats who only care about money don't care whether Li Ang acted bravely or not.

They only care about their own case handling rate and prosecution rate.

If Li Ang's public relations efforts are inadequate, he won't be able to provide sufficient bribes in US dollars.

Once a Class C violent felony is charged, the person will have to spend at least three years in a juvenile detention center.

Even worse, Li Ang will forever carry a serious criminal record in his file, making it impossible for him to ever get into a proper university again.