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

Seattle, Sunset Highway.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the Douglas fir trees on both sides of the road a dark red.

Lynn rested one hand on the steering wheel.

Driving that battle-damaged Camry, which looked like it was in the late stages of asthma, I sped towards the Lighthouse Mountain community.

A deafening West Coast hardcore rap was blaring from the old car stereo.

"Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks~

(That bitch is nothing but a flirt and a scheming woman.)

"Lick on these...and suck the ~

Get the fuck out after you're done~

And I hops in my ride to make a quick run~

Accompanied by Dr. Dre's extremely vulgar and obscene lyrics and heavy bass drum beats.

Lynn's smile never faded.

Although he earned far less cash today than yesterday, he was extremely happy.

Q: What is the most important thing in the 21st century?

A: Of course, they're talented!

Although we didn't get many gold coins today, being able to recruit a ruthless player like Kane is an incredible win.

This deal is guaranteed to be profitable.

Lynn grinned as Kane's calm eyes came to mind.

Acquiring a talent like Kane is far more valuable than a few dollars.

He had a premonition that this name would one day occupy a very important place on his chessboard.

Besides, what made him feel even more relaxed and comfortable was...

It's an upgrade of general practice!

Although it was only an advancement from beginner to intermediate.

But this is absolutely a transformation from a slingshot to a cannon, or even a qualitative leap from a homemade gun to a Barrett!

A thought crossed my mind.

The system panel instantly unfolded on my retina.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30 years old

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 53kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV2（80/300）、愤怒 LV0（20/100）、恐惧 LV1（30/200），敌意LV0（35/100）、爱慕LV0（30/100）、尊敬LV0（10/100）

[Skills] General Medicine (Intermediate), Street Fighting (Beginner)

Hey!

Lynn raised an eyelid and her eyes lit up.

My gratitude level has reached a full 80 points!

He remembers it very clearly.

My gratitude level only just reached LV2 today.

In the blink of an eye, the progress bar is almost a quarter full.

That's incredibly fast!

If I remember correctly, today's wave of pure veteran Kane contributed a full 60 points, while the lackey Mike also scored 20 points.

Thinking about this...

Lynn grinned, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Given time, Mike and Kane will definitely become two formidable generals under his command.

With his black skin, political correctness, and his army of homeless men, Mike was well-positioned to handle all sorts of troubles in the city.

Kane lurks in the shadows, transforming into a ruthless killing machine.

This interplay of light and shadow is like a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right... no, it's a black dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right!

His gaze continued to sweep downwards.

When Lynn noticed the line "[Street Fighting (Beginner)]", he couldn't help but look down at his own fair and slender hands.

The next moment, he smiled silently.

These hands of mine are no longer just for healing and saving lives.

They can even personally create patients!

Although it's just basic combat, it's a piece of cake to deal with a few drug-addicted street thugs.

Of course, the premise is that you can't be ganged up on by a dozen people.

If he were to face a pure numerical monster like Mike, who weighs over 200 pounds, or a killing machine like Kane with fixed muscle memory...

It's not enough at the moment, but it's not a big problem.

Once you accumulate enough emotional points to upgrade your fighting skills to intermediate level, Mike, that charcoal-headed guy, definitely won't last three rounds.

If you upgrade to a higher level.

Even a ruthless character like Kane would probably be utterly crushed by him!

Of course, this is all on the premise that no one uses guns.

In the face of American-style iaido, all beings are equal.

pat!

Lynn lit a cigarette with one hand, his thoughts beginning to wander.

If I ever encounter any more clueless gang thugs who dare to mess with me...

You could use martial arts to break all the bones in your opponent's body first.

Then use your medical skills to cure the other party, and while you're at it, extort an exorbitant medical fee!

Self-production and self-sales form a perfect business closed loop!

"Gan! Lynn, you're a fucking genius!"

Thinking of this, Lynn muttered a couple of things to himself.

Just then.

The familiar fork in the road appeared again ahead.

Go to the right, straight ahead, it saves time and effort, and the journey is smooth.

To the left, go around three blocks and cross the Lorenzo Avenue intersection.

However, there is a very high probability that you will encounter the aloof policewoman, Annie.

There was almost no hesitation, not even a fraction of a second.

Lynn suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left.

……

at the same time.

Seattle Police Department Headquarters (SPD).

The atmosphere in the spacious hall was slightly tense.

Countless police officers were staring at the gate with extremely complex, even somewhat awe-inspiring, gazes.

Ainiwei, dressed in a dark blue, tight-fitting police uniform, strode out with her long, straight legs.

He had a gleaming Detective badge slung over his shoulder and a Glock pistol at his waist.

He walks very fast, yet his pace is restrained.

Her stunningly beautiful features are like an iceberg, keeping strangers at bay; her aura is incredibly powerful!

The patrol officers following behind her were almost invisible against the backdrop of her silhouette.

Soon, Annie got into the driver's seat of the first police car.

With red and blue police lights flashing instantly, the police car roared and drove directly into the street.

It wasn't until Annie's taillights completely disappeared that the hall seemed to have its power restored.

The officers, who had been holding back for a while, finally began to whisper among themselves in astonishment.

"Fuck, what's going on? Isn't that our department's youngest, prettiest, and most cold-faced detective?"

"I heard she has incredibly powerful connections, even the chief of police has to treat her with utmost respect. Why isn't she in the Major Crimes Unit? Why is she out on patrol with the officers?"

"Shh! Want to die? We'd better not discuss this!"

A veteran sheriff lowered his voice and warned, "I heard that this was a personal order from the chief, to send her to the streets to experience grassroots work."

"Those pampered young ladies are destined for the FBI or the federal government sooner or later. We're just a bunch of welfare-dependent beggars risking our lives patrolling; let's not worry about them!"

……

Inside the police car.

Annie placed both hands on the steering wheel, skillfully merging into the main road with her gaze level ahead.

The patrol officer's deputy, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced over cautiously, then tentatively asked:

"Sir, are we... going to the intersection at Lorenzo Avenue again today?"

Annie nodded expressionlessly.

Just then.

Suddenly, a rapid electronic call came through the car radio.

"Calling 1-Adam-12, this is the dispatch center."

"A patrol officer from the Western District Patrol Team has suddenly developed gastroenteritis. There is a shortage of manpower at the intersection of Yuni Road. Can we call for a shift change? Over."

The deputy picked up the microphone: "Roger that, please hold..."

He didn't make a decision on his own, but immediately looked at Annie, who was driving.

In his view, this distinguished young detective was simply there to experience life.

They probably wouldn't care too much about such trivial matters.

however.

Just when he thought Annie would agree.

Annie snatched the walkie-talkie and answered almost without hesitation.

"1-Adam-12 refuses to change shifts. We will arrive at the designated intersection on time. Over."

The dispatcher on the other end of the walkie-talkie was clearly taken aback.

They seemed completely unprepared for this great-aunt to refuse.

"Uh... Got it. I'll find someone else to replace you. Over."

The voice on the walkie-talkie sounded very stiff and awkward.

Soon, the walkie-talkie returned to its hissing white noise.

The deputy tilted his head slightly, not daring to speak.

The atmosphere inside the car was slightly strange.

Annie realized something and her slender fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.

His lips moved as if he wanted to explain something.

But in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

Even she herself felt somewhat bewildered.

The refusal just now was almost a completely subconscious, instinctive reaction.

I don't know why, but whenever the intersection of Lorenzo Avenue is mentioned...

Her mind was filled with images of Lynn's chiseled face and aggressive gaze.

Thinking of this, Annie's cold brows furrowed tightly.

"I just don't want to cause trouble..."

With a silent murmur to herself, Annie pressed the accelerator harder, and the police car sped off like a cheetah.

……

Ten minutes later.

The police car came to a smooth stop at the intersection of Lorenzo Avenue.

Annie opened the car door, put on her police hat, and began her routine duty.

Perhaps because this intersection has been strictly checked in the past few days, the vehicles passing by today were extremely well-behaved.

Almost half an hour passed and she still hadn't made a sale, failing to catch any unlucky violators.

This made Annie, who was already somewhat annoyed, furrow her brow even more, feeling the tedium of the job even more.

Even the co-driver, bored, leaned against the car door, repeatedly taking out his phone and putting it back.

Tick!Tick!

As time went on.

Annie's gaze kept drifting towards the end of the road, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused and lost in thought.

Even she herself didn't realize that her current state was somewhat strange.

Maybe it will be ten minutes, or maybe it will be twenty minutes.

Or perhaps half an hour.

buzzing-

Just as Annie's legs were getting sore from standing and she was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a very familiar sound came to my ears.

It's the humming sound of a broken-down engine whose cylinders could explode at any moment!

Upon hearing this voice, Annie's delicate body trembled slightly.

His previously somewhat dazed gaze instantly became incredibly sharp.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the distance of the highway.

A dilapidated Camry, its rear end billowing black smoke, was speeding toward them like a runaway dog!

This moment.

Annie's beautiful blue eyes narrowed slightly, a strange fluctuation flashing in her eyes that she herself did not notice.

squeak--

Accompanied by an extremely piercing screech of brakes that nearly shattered eardrums.

The Camry, which was almost falling apart, came to a sudden stop in front of Annie.

The front of the car was less than ten centimeters away from her long, slender legs!

"Fuck! It's that suicidal Asian bastard again!"

The deputy beside him instantly turned red-faced and yelled, "This is outrageous! Sir, I'll drag him down right now!"

As he spoke, his deputy, his hand on the holster at his waist, prepared to rush forward.

"Stop, I'll handle this."

Annie interrupted her deputy in a cold voice.

She took a deep breath, straightened her collar, and walked with cold, imposing steps to the driver's side, then knocked hard on the car window.

The car window slowly rolled down.

"I……"

Before Annie could even open her mouth to reprimand her.

Lynn's handsome, chiseled face peeked out:

"I'm sorry, beautiful Ms. Anive, there was a bit of traffic on the road today, I'm late."

After saying that, Lynn rested one hand on the car window and said in a flippant tone, "Please... give me a good ticket!"

This time, his gaze fell upon Annie without restraint, as if it were a tangible object.

From her proud curves, tightly wrapped in her police uniform, to her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand.

Finally, the image settled on her face, a face that was both aloof and ascetic, yet breathtakingly beautiful—a striking contrast.

His eyes were filled with an extremely strong and undisguised aggression!

Staring at her with such an aggressive gaze, Annie instinctively felt a sense of offended shame and anger.

But deep down, a strange feeling, which she herself did not even notice, swept through her heart.

Annie gave a cold snort, her arrogant face turning frosty.

She tore off a ticket, filled in the amount in a flourish, and was about to slap it hard across Lynn's face.

"Remember to sign it yourself, beautiful lady."

Lynn caught the ticket with her hand, held it between her fingers and dangled it, a smile spreading across her eyes.

Annie remained expressionless, as if she were completely ignoring Lynn's words.

But her hand obediently pulled out a pen and forcefully signed her name at the bottom of the ticket.

He even used too much force and almost tore the paper.

Upon receiving the signed ticket, Lynn's smile widened.

In front of Annie, he carefully folded the thin ticket and ostentatiously stuffed it into the shirt pocket close to his chest.

Have a pleasant evening, madam.

After doing all this, Lynn floored the accelerator.

Da da da!

The dilapidated Camry spewed out a cloud of black smoke and sped away from the intersection as if fleeing for its life.

The intersection fell silent again.

The deputy stood there stunned for a long time, scratching the back of his head, but didn't dare to speak.

Annie stood still without reacting, her aloof and icy face remaining tense and silent.

But in that cold wind filled with smoke and dust.

But my gaze followed the taillights of that old Camry for a long time, until the red dot disappeared at the end of the twilight street.

The second-in-command glanced suspiciously at Annie, then looked at the vanished Camry.

A strange look gradually appeared in his eyes.

He seemed to have guessed why his superior was unwilling to switch intersections for duty...

……

inside the car.

Lynn caught a glimpse of the beautiful figure standing at the intersection through the rearview mirror.

A slight smile appeared on his lips and in his eyes.

Then, he took out the ticket he had just stuffed into his chest, crumpled it into a ball, and casually put it into the center console.

Click.

The armrest box pops open.

Inside, two identical parking tickets, crumpled into a ball, lay quietly.

In his eyes.

These three fines are worthless.

Ten minutes later.

As the Camry slowly drove into the Dengtashan community, the Camry followed.

Outside the window, the streetlights in Dengtashan Community lit up one after another, and the reddish-brown brick buildings stood silently in the twilight.

Cameron, panting, turned into the familiar neighborhood, and Mrs. Hill's house came into view.

With a loud bang from the exhaust pipe, Lynn brought the vehicle to a stop.

We have arrived at Mrs. Hill's house.

Lynn turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and rang Mrs. Hill's doorbell.

What Lynn didn't know at that moment was...

At that moment, Katie on the second floor was staring intently at the screen, her facial expression incredibly complex.

They didn't even notice the engine noise of Lynn's car.

Because of this moment.

She was experiencing an unprecedented, extremely intense, and violent shock to her values!