An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"Envy".

Lynn narrowed his eyes, confirming that this was the policeman he had encountered that night.

He captured a gang leader and was promoted to a senior detective in the Major Crimes Unit before he was even 25 years old.

A policewoman hailed by the media as a rising star in the police force!

As he pondered this, Lynn frowned.

This isn't right.

This is a rising star in the police force.

And now they're standing on the main road doing the dirty and tiring job of putting up tickets?

Lynn narrowed his eyes; his intuition told him that things were not simple.

To say she has no background is an overstatement.

At such a young age, he managed to climb to the position of senior detective in the Seattle Police Department, where seniority is highly valued.

To ordinary people, this is simply like a fantasy.

You could say she has connections.

How did the youngest detective end up being assigned to posting notices here?

Did you offend someone higher up?

After thinking for a long time without coming up with a solution, Lynn simply shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

No matter what her background is, none of that matters.

The important thing is, this woman is really beautiful.

In the setting sun, Annie wore a crisp, dark blue police uniform, with a tactical belt and a Glock pistol at her waist.

With a height of nearly 1.78 meters, he presents an extremely exaggerated nine-head body proportion.

A pair of straight, slender legs, though encased in police trousers, still exuded an undeniable air of dashing spirit.

With such a frame and proportions, she'd be more than capable of walking the Victoria's Secret runway.

Unfortunately, the two breathtaking curves on the chest of the uniform destined her to never be a model.

For a model, this is indeed quite supermodel-like.

"interesting."

Lynn, with an appreciative look in his eyes, quickly stopped beside Annie.

He rolled down the car window, rested one hand on the windowsill, and smiled slightly: "Hello officer, thank you for your help last time."

Annie was engrossed in writing the ticket when she heard the sound and instinctively frowned.

Her icy blue eyes swept Lynn up and down, her tone completely indifferent: "Sir, do we know each other?"

The voice wasn't harsh, but it had a way of keeping people at arm's length.

"certainly."

Lynn leaned closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Last night, car check, birth control pills."

These words were like a pebble dropped into a lake.

Annie's heart immediately surged like a lake.

"you!"

Annie's icy expression instantly crumbled, an unnatural blush creeping up her long neck to her ears at a visible speed.

I remembered.

Last night, during the mission, my partner seemed to have stopped a car.

The Chinese person on the bus was the one in front of her; she remembered him very well.

The other person's jawline, which is as sharp as if it were carved with a knife, is highly recognizable.

"You're welcome. I was just doing my job."

Annie's face seemed a little stiff, and her tone unconsciously lowered: "Please leave, I still need to issue a ticket."

"Oh, issuing a ticket." Lynn's tone shifted, her eyes flickering as if she were pondering something.

He paused, leaned back, and spread his hands: "Then please give me a ticket."

Annie was suddenly stunned.

His deep eyes held a look as if he were staring at an idiot: "Are you alright? You didn't break any rules, why would I give you a ticket?"

"No rules were broken, right?"

Lynn responded with an "oh," a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

click!

He abruptly shifted into reverse and floored the accelerator.

"Buzz—"

The dilapidated Camry let out a piercing roar and was forced to retreat more than ten meters in the congested traffic.

Immediately afterwards, the ear-piercing sound of tire burning rang out.

Lynn quickly shifted into drive and floored the accelerator!

Sizzle—!

The car shot off like an arrow, then came to a screeching halt less than half a meter from Annie.

The tires left two dark tracks on the asphalt road, and the smell of burning instantly filled the air.

"Now, I am suspected of dangerous driving and speeding."

Lynn poked her head out, beaming. "You can issue the ticket now, ma'am."

The drivers queuing up nearby all craned their necks in astonishment at the scene.

Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape, their eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets.

"Oh my god! That's so cunning!"

"Fuck! You can pick up girls like this? Using a speeding ticket to flirt? Damn it, that despicable Dongda guy!"

"Trying to pick up girls in this junk? You'd be better off eating my grandma's foot binding cloth!"

"..."

A group of older white men were so angry that their necks turned red.

So jealous that his eyes were bleeding.

"this……"

Annie stood frozen in place.

Although she hadn't been a police officer for long, she considered herself to have seen all sorts of oddballs.

Many people take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

But this is the first time I've seen someone deliberately break the rules just to say a few more words.

"Is something... off about you?"

Annie pointed to her head, her voice unconsciously softening.

"You can issue the ticket now, ma'am," Lynn said with her smile unchanged.

Knowledge 1.

The first step to winning over a woman is to make a lasting impression on her.

Of course, this strategy relies heavily on modeling.

"As you wish."

Annie's face darkened, and she quickly scribbled a few lines on the ticket before slamming it against Lynn's car window.

"Here you go, two hundred dollars! You're all set."

Lynn slowly tore off the ticket, handed it back without even looking at it.

"Why? I can't give you my phone number..."

"Could you tell me your full name?"

"..."

Annie's voice abruptly stopped.

He gave Lynn a deep look, snatched the ticket, and quickly wrote a line of words on the back.

Enevy Carlyle.

"Thanks."

Lynn picked up the ticket with two fingers, folded it neatly in front of Annie, and put it into the shirt pocket close to her chest.

I even patted it twice gently.

In that instant, a strange light of awareness flashed in Annie's icy blue eyes.

"Thanks, Inspector Carlisle."

Lynn stepped on the gas, and the car slowly moved forward two meters.

Then, he slammed on the brakes and stopped, sticking his head out to look at Annie against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Will you still be here tomorrow?

The evening breeze ruffled Annie's chestnut hair.

Faced with this audacious and somewhat sinister Asian youth, she blurted out, almost as if possessed, "Yes."

She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking.

Why should a senior detective like myself answer such a pointless question?

"Very well, let's get to know each other again. My name is Lynn."

Lynn waved his hand, and the dilapidated Camry sped away.

Annie stood there, gazing in the direction where the exhaust fumes had disappeared.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"What an interesting madman."

Lynn is gone.

But his influence continues.

Seeing Lynn successfully flirt with the aloof policewoman in such an explosive way, the male drivers in line behind him all cheered.

learnt!

The bearded white man in the pickup truck behind couldn't hold back any longer.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

He slammed on the gas and then braked sharply, stopping right in front of Annie.

"Sir! I was speeding too! I was driving recklessly too!"

The older white man excitedly poked his balding head out: "Give me a good ticket! And make sure you sign your full name!"

"..."

Annie's smile vanished instantly, replaced by extreme coldness and disgust.

She didn't even look directly at the old white man, coldly uttering a sentence:

"Sir, please do not obstruct official business! If you continue to cause trouble, I will arrest you immediately for obstructing police duties."

After saying that, she turned around and walked straight to the next car.

Only the old white man was left standing there, his frozen smile disheveled in the wind.

Splash!

The group of male drivers who were about to follow suit were heartbroken when they heard this.

Damn America!

So this operation requires modeling!