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

Lorenzo Avenue.

Almost at the same instant the exhaust pipe roared to life.

Annie's once taut shoulder lines have visibly loosened.

Her slender, jade-like hand, with its distinct knuckles, naturally reached for the tactical belt at her waist and precisely pulled out the hardcover booklet used for issuing tickets.

You don't even need to turn your head to look; you could guess who it is with your toes.

Every evening at this damn intersection.

Who else but that Asian bastard named Lynn would deliberately stomp his beat-up car like an F1 race car whenever he sees me?

Annie took two steps back, her tall figure standing steadily at the edge of the road shoulder, her icy blue eyes gazing at the traffic.

At that moment, she herself did not realize it.

The indescribable unease that had been lingering in my heart had somehow vanished without me even realizing it.

Instead, there was a vague, inexplicable expectation.

Jimmy, who had witnessed all of this, couldn't help but purse his lips, his expression becoming extremely strange and bitter.

At this moment, his inner suspicions were completely confirmed!

This policewoman, who is usually as cold as ice and doesn't even give face to the precinct chief, was completely controlled by an Asian boy!

"The cunning Professor Todai..."

Jimmy glanced down at his perfectly pressed police uniform, then touched his proud chest muscles and gritted his teeth.

He simply couldn't understand how he, a genuine American with a strong American spirit, could be inferior to that poor Asian man who drove an old, beat-up car.

Why is it that the other party has received such special favor from Commander Annie?

Just as Jimmy was feeling indignant and secretly resolved to teach the Asians a lesson when he had the chance,

Buzz—boom!

The roar of the engine grew closer, but something felt increasingly off.

Jimmy frowned, noticing something was amiss first.

The voice was deep and resonant, like an enraged steel behemoth frantically swallowing air.

Anyone who knows cars will immediately recognize that this is definitely a V8 engine with a displacement of 5.0 or more and a high horsepower!

That four-cylinder Camry that's on the verge of falling apart could never produce such a sexy sound, even if you ripped the exhaust pipe off!

Annie clearly noticed this as well.

The delicate brows that had just relaxed instantly furrowed into a tight knot again.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the direction of the traffic, like that of a hawk.

The next moment, the one who had roared finally revealed its true form.

It wasn't that familiar, dilapidated Camry at all.

Instead, it was an extremely wild, pure black Ford F-150 Raptor pickup truck with a modified and raised chassis!

The moment she saw the car logo, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed across Annie's stunningly beautiful face.

He stared coldly at the oncoming Raptor pickup truck, a hint of coldness creeping into his icy blue eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

A moment later, she slightly turned her head and glanced at Jimmy out of the corner of her eye, then parted her thin lips and uttered a few words as cold as ice:

"I need to inspect this car."

"Ah?...Yes, sir!"

Jimmy paused for a moment, then immediately straightened his back and loudly agreed.

He glanced at Pikachu and silently made the sign of the cross for that unlucky guy.

Generally speaking, these officers on fixed-point duty will not stop and inspect vehicles unless the other party has obviously violated any rules.

Clearly, the noisy pickup truck had the worst luck in coming to run into Officer Annie's gun.

Once she had a target in mind, Annie quickly gestured to let the vehicle in front pass.

Passing drivers rolled down their windows, greedily admiring the policewoman's cold yet captivating profile.

But when the Raptor pickup truck approached, it made no attempt to lower its windows.

The entire car is covered in a pure black film with an extremely high level of privacy, making it impossible to see anything inside from the outside.

Upon realizing this, Annie's eyes narrowed dangerously.

The next moment, she strode forward, extending her hand with an imposing aura, and shouted sharply:

"SPD! Pull over to the right immediately! Turn off the engine! Keep your hands on the steering wheel!"

A few seconds after he finished speaking.

The Raptor pickup truck's window rolled down extremely slowly.

A wisp of air, mixed with cheap perfume and some strange sweetness, drifted out.

In the driver's seat, a skinny young Black man with an exaggerated afro poked half his head out.

He swayed his head to the deafening hip-hop music playing in the car, grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth, his smile almost exaggeratedly bright:

"Hey! Sir, good afternoon! What's wrong? I definitely didn't speed, I swear I was driving slower than my grandma's wheelchair!"

Although he was smiling, his deep-set eyes were darting around frantically, like a thief.

"Stop talking nonsense! We're going to do a routine check on your vehicle now!" Jimmy, Jimmy's partner, chimed in.

"Oh? Come on, sir, please have mercy."

The young Black man clasped his hands together and began to desperately plead his case: "My grandma lives just two blocks away, and today is her 80th birthday! The whole family is waiting for my turkey, and if I'm late, my dad will kick my ass. Can you please make an exception...?"

"I'm saying this one last time: Pull over! Turn off the engine! Keep your hands where I can see you!"

Before the other party could finish making up his tired lies, Annie interrupted him coldly, her right thumb already pulling open the holster snap.

She was initially annoyed by the pickup truck's sudden movement and decided to check the vehicle on a whim.

But the young black man's unsteady physique and shifty eyes instantly triggered her professional radar as a detective.

Of course, it cannot be denied that...

In the magical land of America, this skin color itself carries a strong boost to alertness.

Seeing that iconic black skin and afro, even Annie, who had always received a good police academy education, felt a faint urge to empty her magazine.

The young Black man shuddered when he noticed Annie's movement as she touched the gun.

As if suddenly awakened, I felt a chill on my neck and difficulty breathing.

"No problem! No problem, sir! Relax, I'll move aside right now, please don't fire!"

He quickly and carefully parked the pickup truck on the side of the road and obediently turned off the engine.

As the car came to a stop, Annie stepped forward, her gaze sharp as knives as she fixed on the other person, and began her usual interrogation:

"Bring out your driver's license (ID), vehicle registration certificate, and insurance certificate."

"Okay... okay, officer. They're all in the lockers. I'll get them for you right away."

The young Black man nodded repeatedly, then bent down to pull open the glove compartment.

Click!

A crisp click of a pistol being cocked rang out.

Seeing the other man reach for a hidden corner, Jimmy suddenly pulled out his Glock pistol, gripped it with both hands, aimed it at the car, and yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Don't move! Let me see your damn hands! Now! Right now!"

"Watfak! Don't shoot! I'm unarmed!"

The young Black man was terrified by the sudden drawing of a gun. He abruptly raised his hands, looking innocent and frightened, and shouted:

"My documents are all in that damn locker! How can I give them to you if you won't let me take them?"

"I don't care! Don't put your hand down!" Jimmy still held the gun, his palms sweaty.

Helpless, the young Black man could only look to Anivia, who was in control of the situation, for help.

"Jimmy, lower the muzzle."

Annie spoke softly, her voice devoid of any inflection.

Upon hearing this, Jimmy reluctantly lowered his gun, but remained on guard.

Then, she looked coldly at the young black man: "Slow down, use two fingers to pick it out."

"Here you go, officer."

The young Black man very slowly picked out a few crumpled pieces of paper and handed them over, his face once again plastered with that kind but insincere smile, but his eyes were still constantly glancing at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye.

All of these subtle body language were observed by Annie.

She was looking down at the names and license plate numbers on the documents, but her peripheral vision was constantly scanning every corner of the car.

"What's in the cargo box of your truck?" Annie suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing.

Upon hearing the question, the young Black man visibly swallowed and blurted out, "Nothing much! Just some scrap metal and old car parts. My biggest hobby is fixing cars."

"Yeah?"

Annie gave a cold laugh, turned her head and tilted her head at Jimmy, gesturing for him to go and check the back.

Jimmy immediately understood and quickly walked to the back of the pickup truck.

"I now strongly suspect that your cargo compartment contains contraband. Based on reasonable suspicion, we need to inspect your cargo compartment. You have no objection, do you?"

Annie leaned back slightly, her right hand resting once again on the holster at her waist.

"No...no problem."

The young Black man glanced at Jimmy in the rearview mirror as he pulled up the side panel of the truck bed, and forced a smile.

But the bulging veins on his neck and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead had completely betrayed him.

Annie took two steps back without making a sound, creating a safe distance and preparing to draw her gun at any moment.

Looks like they really caught a big fish!

Crash—bang!

The rear of the car echoed with the screeching sound of Jimmy rummaging through scrap metal.

Annie's icy blue eyes were fixed on the young black man in the driver's seat.

The atmosphere instantly became eerie and heavy.

As time went on, the young Black man sweated more and more, and his hands even began to tremble involuntarily.

I endured this torment for several minutes.

"Sir! We've found something!"

Suddenly, Jimmy's extremely excited shout came from the rear of the car.

Almost at the same instant the sound fell.

The young Black man inside the car suddenly glared at the key that was still in the ignition, attempting to restart the engine.

"Don't move!!!"

Annie, who was prepared, let out an angry shout.

Drawing the gun, loading it, and aiming—the actions were all completed in one smooth motion.

The dark muzzle of a gun, visible through the car window, was pressed precisely against the young black man's forehead!

"Fuck! I didn't move! I really didn't move! Don't shoot!"

Feeling the chilling killing intent emanating from the gun barrel, the young black man instantly cowered, pulling his hand back as if electrocuted and raising it high above his head.

Having subdued the young Black man, Annie maintained her standard shooting stance, her eyes never leaving him as she questioned him:

"Jimmy! What did you find? Report!"

At that moment, Jimmy was rummaging through a worn-out tire with his head down when he heard this, and immediately shouted excitedly:

"It's powder, sir! A lot of white powder! Hidden in the spare tire compartment!"

These words were spoken.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, and the tension soared to its peak.

Annie's pupils behind her sunglasses suddenly contracted, and her expression became extremely serious.

The Glock pistol in his hand went from being held with one hand to being locked with both hands, and the safety suddenly came off.

White powder! Black driver! Modified pickup truck!

With these West Coast-style buffs stacked together, what else could be hidden inside that tire?

Heroin? Cocaine? Or fentanyl, which has been giving the entire police department a major headache lately!

Regardless of which one it is, this is absolutely an incredible achievement!

Thinking of this, Annie's heart began to race.

Although she is already the youngest and most promising detective in the Seattle Police Department, who in this city of sin would complain about having too many medals on their chest?

"Don't move! Keep your hands where I can see them!"

Noticing the young Black man's movements in the car, Annie immediately warned him sharply that her finger was already on the edge of the trigger.

thump!

At this critical moment.

A dull thud suddenly came from the rear of the car.

Annie's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively glanced in the direction of the sound.

Jimmy, who had been excitedly reporting just moments before, was now lying stiffly on the ground.

"Jimmy? Jimmy! Answer me!"

Annie shouted her partner's name.

But Jimmy remained completely unresponsive, like a corpse!

Instantly, Annie panicked!

Although she is Seattle's youngest detective, she has only been on the front lines of the police force for less than two years.

She had absolutely no experience in dealing with this sudden emergency!

"Jimmy!! Jimmy!!"

Annie screamed twice more, but there was still only deathly silence.

At this point, he completely panicked.

He glanced at the black man with his hands raised in the car, then at Jimmy lying on the ground.

After hesitating for only half a second, she gritted her teeth and chose to give up controlling the suspect, then quickly rushed towards the back of the car with her gun.

As soon as she reached the back of the car, she gasped in shock.

Jimmy, lying on the ground, had his eyes rolled back in a horrifying manner, and his facial muscles were exhibiting a bizarre spasm!

"God... Jimmy! Wake up!"

Annie quickly knelt down on one knee and slapped Jimmy's cheek hard with her hand.

But Jimmy showed no reaction, and his body temperature was dropping at an alarming rate!

In an instant, Annie's mind went completely blank.

at the same time.

Click! Bang!

The sound of the car door being flung open instantly brought Annie back to reality.

Taking advantage of those few seconds of downtime, the young Black man pushed open the car door and fled into the depths of the alley like a cheetah!

"stop!!!"

Annie instinctively raised her gun, intending to give chase.

But seeing Jimmy hanging by a thread at her feet, she bit her lip and finally chose to put down the gun.

Catching the drug dealers can wait; if we chase after them now, Jimmy won't last three minutes!

"Jimmy! Hang in there!"

Annie's voice had changed tone.

The sudden turn of events made her forget to reach for the radio on her shoulder to call for headquarters support.

The sea breeze blew by, and her signature chestnut hair was completely soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to her pale cheeks.

This usually aloof and valiant policewoman was now as panicked as a lost little girl.

"vomit--"

Just then, Jimmy on the ground suddenly began to convulse violently.

Immediately afterwards, large amounts of white foam gushed out of his mouth and nose!

"No...don't die...someone help me..."

Envy was in utter despair and looked around helplessly.

It was already the tail end of the evening rush hour, and there were hardly any cars passing by on the road.

Just as Annie was sinking into the abyss of despair.

*Sizzle*—*Crack crack crack!*

A weak, hoarse roar, as if the person might die at any moment, came from afar and grew closer.

At that moment, Annie's attention was entirely focused on Jimmy, and she didn't notice what was happening at all.

soon.

Accompanied by an extremely piercing screeching sound of brake pads.

A dilapidated Camry, covered in scratches, came to a steady stop less than two meters from the police car.

boom!

The car door was kicked open.

A tall, slender figure slowly stepped off the car, backlit by the setting sun.

Tap tap tap~

The leather shoes made steady, rhythmic footsteps on the asphalt road, finally stopping behind the desperate and helpless Annie.

next second.

A warm, magnetic voice, exuding composure and languor, slowly rang out above Annie's head:

"Officer Annie."

"I think you really need a doctor's help right now, don't you?"

……