Chapter 1780
Chapter 1780: Give Me Your Hand or You Might Get Lost (4)
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It can obviously be opened from the outside...
Thinking of this, Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes slightly, lifted her gaze gently, and caught the hand that was reaching in.
She grabbed the wrist with her fingers, not using much force, but enough to stop the traffic police officer’s hand in mid-air.
The officer struggled a few times but couldn’t break free.
Frowning, Flossie released his hand and immediately opened the door and walked out.
The officer was pushed back a few steps by the car door, and upon seeing Flossie come out, immediately approached her.
"Going to catch the killer."
Calmly looking at him, Flossie explained each word clearly.
The advancing officer was momentarily stunned.
The next moment, a fiery anger flared up in his heart.
"Catch what? The other side is armed, can’t you just stay put as witnesses?!"
Stepping closer, the officer raised a finger to point at her, unable to hide the excitement and anger on his face.
Flossie glanced at him sideways.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a figure approaching.
She closed the car door, leaned back, and rested against the car.
"I’m talking to you!"
Taking out his baton, the officer said, quite agitated.
Nearby, another officer saw the scene and subconsciously wanted to hold him back, but was quickly blocked by another figure.
A chilling voice, a low and indifferent tone, echoed softly piercing through one’s eardrum.
The officer, still furious moments ago, was startled by this intimidating voice, gradually regaining his lost composure.
Too impulsive!
Startled, the officer hurriedly retracted his baton and looked toward the person approaching him.
Standing there was Glenn Hutchinson.
He was slightly taller than the officer, forcing the officer to look up to him, and upon meeting those deep, indifferent eyes, felt an indescribable pressure that cooled his increasingly frantic thoughts.
Beside Glenn, he was dragging along a young, cowardly guy.
The person was clutching his stomach, wailing, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, with bruises on his face, and blood even trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked barely twenty-four or twenty-five, quite young, but the officer felt a chill down his spine when he saw the murderous glint in his eyes.
Almost by instinct, he knew this young man was the culprit of the crime.
"Take him," Glenn said, tossing the person toward the officer, who awkwardly caught him. Glenn then glanced at Flossie, "Let’s go."
Flossie stood up straight, dusted off her hands, and walked over to Glenn.
Meanwhile, two police officers on duty nearby walked over, looking bewildered for a moment. Only when they saw Glenn and Flossie leaving did they exchange glances and step forward to block their path.
"Hey—" one officer called out to them, then turned to them with a friendly face, "Comrades, please come with us to the station for a statement."
Though they were two minutes late, they had a rough understanding of the situation.
The two of them were in the car, so it was naturally impossible for them to commit the crime, ruling out the possibility of them being the culprits. But their testimonies would greatly help in finding the killer.
On the other hand—
Even if this man had caught a "killer," it was only his side of the story. Without evidence, it was impossible to legally detain someone.
In any case, according to their protocol, they had to bring Glenn and Flossie to the police station.
Glenn looked at them but did not rush to speak.
Instead, he took out a military officer card and flashed it in front of them.
Upon seeing the rank on the card clearly, their faces turned pale.
This man was barely under thirty.
Hey, an under-thirty—
How did he get promoted to such a terrifying rank?!
Furthermore, a military officer of such high rank capable of catching a suspect—
It seemed quite unrealistic!
"You can take the car and check the dashcam," Glenn, reclaiming the officer card, stated each word distinctly, "If you need anything, have your chief find me."
Mentioning the chief was merely because he knew him, but to the two officers, it conveyed a different meaning.
The two exchanged a subtle glance.
Aware of their thoughts, Glenn did not bother to explain and took the lead to leave the scene.
It’s wise to leave this place of right and wrong.
Moreover—
Having a meal was important.
As for handling the aftermath, that was the responsibility of the police. He, a passerby, had said all he could.
Flossie leisurely followed behind.
Taking the opportunity to glance at the scene.
A straightforward throat-slashing, with not a hint of hesitation or pause, ending a life with one precise strike.
Remarkably skilled.
This was definitely not a first-time action; on the contrary, it must have been practiced many times to develop such skills.
It seems—
There is more to this case.
But it’s none of her business, Flossie left peacefully.
"Give me your hand."
Before entering the crowd, Glenn stopped and extended his hand towards Flossie, who was following behind.
Flossie wore a puzzled expression.
After a slight pause, Glenn explained, "Easily gets lost."
Flossie was speechless.
She only glanced around at the increasingly crowded surroundings and all those scrambling to take pictures. Unintentionally, Flossie frowned slightly.
Without hesitation, she placed her hand into Glenn’s.
She didn’t want to comment on the mindset of onlookers.
With so many people, one could indeed easily get lost.
— End of Chapter 1780 —