You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

A few days later, in the evening.

An indoor shooting range belonging to the Seattle Police Department.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder embers, and the hum of the exhaust fan was deafening.

It was already past the end of the day shift for the patrol officers. There were few people in the empty shooting range, with only a few steady gunshots occasionally heard in the distance.

"Sir, I feel like my hands don't belong to me anymore."

"Right now, all it wants is a glass of whiskey on the rocks, not this damn heavy piece of pig iron."

Mia, wearing earmuffs, was listlessly loading bullets into the magazine of her Glock 17.

Despair was etched on her once beautiful face, and her hair was somewhat flat from wearing a police hat all day.

"Enough talk, finish loading these three magazines first."

Lyon replaced the target paper with a brand new one and pressed the button to send it 15 yards away.

"You and Ward are on vacation, but these past few days have been like hell for me and that lunatic Harold."

During a break while loading the magazine, Mia poured out her grievances:

"Sergeant Danfoss might be going through menopause, or maybe he just doesn't like us."

"He berated Harold so badly he almost forgot his own name. And that idiot Harold, he had to show off his police academy fighting skills at this time, and ended up getting rubbed into the mud by Danvers for half an hour."

"I wasn't much better off; I could only stand by nervously, like a ghost, terrified that Danfoss might turn around and make me run five miles too."

"I've been waiting for you to come back for so long, and you actually brought me here to practice shooting?"

"Alright, stop playing the victim."

"Danfoss did that so that rookies like you would make fewer mistakes on the streets, so he wouldn't have to write your names on the list of martyrs."

Leon casually replied to Mia's rambling, but his mind was on something else entirely.

After returning to work today, he went to the evidence room and office to review several reports that Mia had previously been in charge of, including the on-site investigation of the chase during the heavy rain.

To be honest, he was amazed.

This girl is a true genius when it comes to handling paperwork.

Those reports were meticulously crafted, plugging legal loopholes flawlessly and presenting previously vague details of law enforcement in an impeccable manner. They were truly exceptional in their efforts to avoid risks and protect their own people.

No wonder he's a veteran with two years of experience in insurance claims review; those actuaries are all tough nuts to crack.

With her ability to write reports by hand, keeping her by his side as a personal secretary would definitely make Leon's future police career much easier.

No wonder people used to say that as long as you write good reports, you can get promoted along with your boss.

"Torres, pick up the gun."

Lyon pointed to the target position.

"Do two sets, I have something to ask you."

Mia sighed, and though slowly, she still lifted the Glock as Leon instructed.

"Would you be willing to come with me and work in another place?"

Lyon suddenly asked

Mia's finger twitched as she pulled the trigger, and with a "bang," the bullet missed the target.

She took off one earphone and looked at Leon with some confusion:

"Change locations? Aren't we doing pretty well right now? Aside from being busy, tired, and constantly facing the possibility of getting shot..."

"I have a feeling that I might not stay in my patrol officer position for long."

Lyon lowered his voice:

"Danfoss is too small a temple; it will soon be too small to accommodate me."

"You may not know this, but the look Chief Sterling gave me that day wasn't like he was looking at an ordinary second-class patrol officer."

"If all goes as expected, the transfer order will come down in a few days, and I'll probably be assigned to a special team that handles dirty work."

"Those places are more chaotic and have fewer rules than the streets, but the profits are higher."

"If you want an easy life, following me might not be a good choice."

"But... if you work with me and write good reports, I can guarantee you a comfortable life until the day you start collecting your pension."

"If you're willing, I'll have the higher-ups continue to assign you as my partner."

"Like the current model, I'll handle the lunatics with guns, and you'll handle the bastards with pens, and the endless forms to fill out."

Lyon looked at her, a smile playing on his lips:

"If you follow other people, then I can't say for sure."

Mia gripped the gun and fell into a brief silence.

High risk, high pressure, and doing things that operate in the gray area.

If it were right after she graduated from university, she would definitely have turned and run away.

But now…

Mia suddenly remembered last month's bill.

Damn student loans, and rent too. Even though she only lived in a studio apartment, in a godforsaken place like Seattle, the rent could eat up almost half a month's salary each month.

Not to mention her nearly maxed-out credit card and a bunch of miscellaneous insurance premiums.

I don't even have two hundred dollars in emergency cash on hand right now.

Mia was devastated to discover that she was utterly penniless.

Any unexpected event requiring urgent financial assistance could lead to her being taken away immediately.

Would it be safer to be a regular patrol officer in Seattle?

Stop kidding me.

Look at that idiot Harold, following an honest guy like Ward, he got splattered with shit on his face on his very first day, and who knows, he might get stabbed to death in an alley by some high-dose homeless guy one day.

In contrast, Lyon

Judging from his behavior these past few days and the branch chief's attitude that day, it was clear that this powerful figure was even more formidable than she had imagined.

No matter how you look at it, she's making a huge profit. Shouldn't I show off a little?

A few seconds later, she coughed lightly twice, instantly abandoning her languid posture and revealing an extremely tactful, fawning smile.

"Sir~"

Mia instantly adopted a high-pitched voice, her tone excessively sweet. Ignoring the fact that they were still at the shooting range, she pressed her body against Leon's arm and even rubbed her head against his shoulder.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'willing or not'?"

"I, Mia Torres, belong to you in life and in death."

"Forget about any special team, even if you were going to fight aliens right now, I'd carry your ammo boxes for you and write a perfect death report for the aliens, making it look like an accidental fall!"

Leon felt a soft touch on his arm. Mia's body was warm; even through two layers of uniform fabric, her body heat was clearly felt, along with a pleasant fragrance.

But this girl looks like this...

"Are you out of your mind?"

Leon looked down at Mia clinging to him, and his lips twitched.

"You looked like you wanted to die just a moment ago, and now you're helping me carry ammo boxes?"

"If Danfoss saw you like this, he'd probably think I'd given you some kind of love potion."

Although he complained like that, his actions betrayed him.

Leon didn't pull his arm away; instead, he wrapped his arm around Mia's slender waist.

Even through the belt, you can feel the tight lines and suppleness when you touch it.

He gently pinched the soft flesh on her side with his palm.

"Well……"

Mia trembled, but instead of flinching, she pressed herself even closer to the force.

"Heh heh, Sergeant Danfoss doesn't know how to appreciate things. Only by following you can we get the good stuff."

She brazenly tilted her head back, blinked her big eyes, and asked, "So, it's settled then?"

"Alright, stop rubbing against me."

Leon chuckled and gently pushed her head away with his fingers. "You're drooling all over my clothes."

"Yes, sir."

Mia gave a playful salute, remaining nestled in his arms without moving.

"Da, da, da"

Just as the atmosphere between the two was spiraling towards something indescribable, a sharp, crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground suddenly rang out.