"I'm a cop! Pull over right now!" Brooke shouted angrily as she rode her motorcycle, her voice directed at Campbell Watson.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes flashed with a sharp intensity, exuding a heroic aura.
"Hey there, beautiful officer. How are you?" Campbell said, rolling down his car window and giving the stern policewoman a flirtatious wink. His eyes shamelessly roamed over her chest, which was quite well-developed and seemed ready to burst out of her uniform. It was incredibly enticing.
"Jerk, pull over!" Brooke's eyes widened in fury as she caught Campbell's lecherous gaze. She wished she could gouge out his eyes.
"Calm down, beautiful officer. Getting angry isn't good for your chest's healthy development," Campbell said with a wicked smile, whistling like a rogue. Brooke was so furious she could grind her teeth to dust.
She hated when men stared at her chest, let alone this jerk who had the nerve to tease her.
If she were driving a tank right now, she wouldn't hesitate to run him over and crush him into pieces.
"Beautiful, I've got urgent matters to attend to. See you around, bye-bye," Campbell mocked as his taxi roared away, leaving a trail of dust.
With a few skillful swerves, he quickly disappeared into the traffic.
"You bastard, think you can run? Not a chance."
Brooke's face was dark with determination as she leaned forward and slammed the throttle, chasing after him.
The police motorcycle, with its dazzling red and blue lights, weaved through the traffic like a swift and agile cheetah.
It turned out to be a false alarm.
The men in black inside the van relaxed when they saw that the police motorcycle was targeting a taxi. They put away their guns and turned off the safety.
The van slowly accelerated and merged back into the traffic...
"Pull over! I'm warning you, if you don't stop, I'll shoot."
Brooke quickly caught up with Campbell Watson again, but this time, her right hand was on her holster, ready to draw her gun.
Although she had been transferred from the criminal investigation team, she still carried her firearm.
Over the years, she had solved many major cases and made numerous enemies, including notorious criminals. To prevent any retaliatory attacks from their accomplices, the criminal investigation team had allowed her to keep her gun.
"Damn... she's really going all out..."
Campbell glanced at the relentless traffic cop, feeling frustrated.
The traffic was too heavy; no matter how skilled he was, he couldn't make use of his driving abilities. In contrast, the police motorcycle maneuvered effortlessly through the traffic, sticking to him like glue.
If he didn't shake off this persistent cop, how could he go save anyone?
He regretted provoking her. If he had known she would be this difficult, he would have kept his mouth shut.
If Campbell Watson knew that this beautiful traffic cop used to be a member of the city's criminal investigation team, he would probably regret his actions even more.
But at this moment, Campbell had no time to think about anything else. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to escape from the traffic cop, completely ignoring Brooke's warnings.
Brooke had warned him multiple times, but the taxi showed no signs of slowing down and was instead looking for an opportunity to flee.
Furious, she decided to throw the rulebook out the window. She slammed on the brakes, causing her police motorcycle to screech to a halt, leaving a black mark on the road. She drew her gun and fired...
Her actions were swift and precise, without any hesitation.
Bang!
Holy crap, that was a gunshot.
"Are you kidding me? Even a traffic cop has a gun?"
The shot caught Campbell completely off guard, leaving him no time to react.
Pop!
The left rear tire of the taxi was blown out, causing the car to spin out of control and veer towards a massive truck like a beast on the side.
"Is this woman out of her mind?" Campbell couldn't help but curse as he gripped the steering wheel, tapping the brakes, shifting gears, and trying to slow down...
Screech...
The tires screeched against the pavement for a while before the taxi narrowly missed the truck and crashed into the roadside barrier, finally coming to a stop.
Thankfully, there was no collision and no traffic accident.
Campbell let out a sigh of relief.
Brooke was drenched in cold sweat, regretting her actions the moment she fired the shot.
This was the busy airport highway. Her behavior was reckless, and a single mistake could have caused a massive traffic accident.
The consequences would be unimaginable.
Not only would her chances of returning to the criminal investigation team be dashed, but she might also lose her job as a police officer and face criminal charges...
Thinking of this made Brooke's scalp tingle with fear.
"Are you out of your mind? Firing a gun on the airport highway with all this traffic! If you caused a pile-up, could you handle the responsibility? You're just a brainless bimbo. You should quit and go home to take care of kids. You have no business being a cop..."
As Brooke was berating herself, a man climbed out of the smoking taxi and started yelling at her.
Campbell Watson was furious.
He had just narrowly escaped death!
If it weren't for his good driving skills and quick reflexes, he'd be a goner by now...
Brooke was stunned by the scolding, taking a moment to snap out of it. Her face turned pale with anger as she pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind her and walked toward Campbell, gritting her teeth. "You're under arrest for vehicle theft. Put your hands out."
At that moment, a silver-gray minivan sped past them, blending into the traffic.
Campbell glanced at the minivan and then at the smoking, stalled taxi, frowning.
The taxi was out of commission.
"Put your hands out, now!"
Brooke saw that the man wasn't moving and, suppressing her anger, shouted again, tightening her grip on her police gun, making her threat clear.
Campbell Watson took a deep breath, pointing at the silver-gray van disappearing at the end of the street. "Officer, I saw that silver-gray van at the airport. It kidnapped Magnus Nelson's daughter. I took the car to chase the kidnapper..."
"Kidnapping? Magnus Nelson's daughter?
Do you think I'm an idiot? Put your hands out now, or I'll make you."
Brooke scoffed at Campbell's words.
Magnus Nelson was a billionaire in East Sea City, a city council representative, and a successful entrepreneur. Who would dare kidnap his daughter?
Besides, if Promise Nelson had really been kidnapped, the entire police force would be on high alert, and the city would be locked down. There was no way she wouldn't have heard about it.
While they were talking, the silver-gray van was getting further away, almost out of sight.
"Officer, I'm telling the truth. Magnus Nelson's daughter has been kidnapped. Report it to your superiors and set up roadblocks to stop that van..."
"Shut up."
Brooke interrupted Campbell again, her voice cold. "Save your lies for the station.
This is your last warning. Put your hands out."
Brooke held her police gun firmly, the barrel pointed directly at Campbell.
She wasn't going to be fooled by a car thief's excuses.
All she wanted was to take Campbell back to the station, lock him up, and maybe rough him up a bit to vent her frustration.
"Sigh... Looks like I'll have to handle this myself."
Campbell muttered helplessly, slowly raising his hands.
He originally wanted to be a law-abiding, low-key citizen, but reality forced him to become a hero.
Brooke slid her gun back into its holster and quickly moved to cuff the suspect's wrist.
Click!
"Behave yourself and come back to the station with me. Don't try any funny business, or you'll regret it... Huh? What's going on?"
Brooke was about to escort the guy back to the station when she noticed something alarming.
The handcuffs that should have been on the suspect's wrist were now mysteriously on her own wrist, with the other end cuffed to the taxi door.
This couldn't be happening!
Brooke was dumbfounded. She had just cuffed the suspect herself. How did it end up with her being the one cuffed in the blink of an eye?