He tried to use words to make the detective angry and win back the enemy.

But the detective didn't take the bait at all, and instead smiled stupidly.

"You misunderstood, I don't want to be a hero at all."

"Then what do you want?"

After going round and round, we return to the original topic.

"Well - I just want you to be a real police chief, but you can't do it, can you?"

"..."

The detective deliberately poked at Brooke's sore spots, which made it difficult for Brooke to deal with it.

There is no doubt that he can come up with countless reasons to refute the detective, but he cannot settle himself in the same way.

Brooke looked away and reached for the tea cup, but accidentally knocked it over.

The tea wetted the documents on the table, and the cup fell to the ground with a "pop" and broke into pieces.

What a mess! Brooke cursed secretly.

......

The next day.

"Good morning, Director."

As soon as Brooke entered the door, he saw a sleepy detective greeting him, as if the detective didn't remember what he said last night.

"...This is the first time I saw you in the morning."

"It was also my first time to have a good night's sleep at the police station."

Brooke instantly felt like he was being ridiculed.

"...Where are you going?"

"Buying barbecue. Director, do you want to come with us?"

"Come back as soon as possible."

Brooke, who didn't want to talk nonsense, left the necessary explanation and left.

He has secretly vowed to never let that annoying detective bother him from now on, so he needs to stay away from the detective appropriately. Unless the detective does something particularly outrageous, he will not interfere.

But soon, Brooke regretted it.

Because until noon, the detective was nowhere to be found.

Brooke became anxious.

Forty minutes ago, the men he sent to follow the detective brought news that the target was missing.

But he didn't plan to go to war, and only arranged a few police officers to look for the detective.

Brooke knew that he still had some leverage, so he planned to wait and see what happened.

While soothing himself, he returned to the office, trying to divert his attention by dealing with other matters, but it was this move that made him discover a serious problem - the seal representing the identity of the police chief was missing.

The sudden theft hit Brooke like a heavy hammer.

"Boss, boss! There's a situation!"

The person standing at the door with a look of disbelief was Devin.

"A man set himself on fire in a house on West 37th Street. Many people at the scene heard the self-immolator shouting things like 'I am a murderer'..."

"He is the murderer... He is the murderer, so what did we arrest?"

"This..."

"Hurry up and get someone over there to investigate!"

Brooke's roar left Devin at a loss.

"Why are you dazed? Can't I control you?! Go!"

"Yes, yes!"

How could someone claiming to be the murderer appear now? This is definitely a trick of the damn detective!

Brooke punched the table hard.

Wait, if the seal is in the hands of the detective, what if he takes the opportunity to use the director's name to create a death certificate...

Strong uneasiness spread in Brooke's heart.

He immediately told his secretary:

"Everyone who has not been assigned other tasks should go find the missing detective!"

Then Brooke called a few assistants and rushed to West Thirty-seventh Street with him.

Although the secretary thought it was a bit inappropriate, Brooke still insisted on going to the scene to take a look in person. After all, it was a murder case. In addition, he could not figure out the detective's trick at the moment, and he did not want an accident to happen because of his contempt.<

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As soon as Brooke arrived at his destination, he stepped into the cordon, and four or five police officers who were searching immediately surrounded him.

"Why haven't you put out the fire yet?"

"There are a lot of incendiary bombs buried in the house, and they need to be eliminated first."

"What about the deceased?"

"When we came, there were no shouts and no bodies were found."

"..."

Brooke looked back: more and more police officers and guards were shooting snow blocks or using [Ice Attracting Technique] towards the burning house.

"Evacuate the people first, then go to help and confirm the information of the deceased as soon as possible."

"Yes."

After the explanation, Brooke did not feel relaxed at all. Instead, he was a little nervous, as if he had forgotten some important link.

His heart was beating violently, making it difficult for him to breathe.

An ominous omen.

Brooke looked around and after roughly confirming that there was nothing unusual, decided to return.

At this moment, he vaguely heard the loudspeaker broadcast in the distance:

[This time...after objective analysis...it is a long-planned...]

It is the voice of the lord.

This broadcast is controlled by the police station...Is the Lord at the police station?

Brooke frowned.

[Based on the information provided by the police station, it can be preliminarily determined that the self-immolator is closely related to the case...]

"Huh? How..."

As the broadcast gradually became clearer, Brooke began to notice that the Lord's speech was not normal.

[With the honor of the Colby family as a guarantee, as the lord of Woolworth, I declare that the murderer, the self-immolator, has been punished by the gods. May the victim rest in peace. I take this murder case particularly seriously.

, also hope...】

......

When the pale Brooke got off the carriage, Vito, who had been waiting at the door of the police station for a long time, stopped him.

Vito's next words completely confirmed Brooke's speculation:

"She ran away."
Chapter completed!