"Captain Anderson, I'm ready." Nolan, preoccupied, kept his head down, seemingly unaware of the stranger beside the female captain.
Zoe blushed and introduced, "This is the new Commander Ginny Anderson. She will accompany you on patrol and protect you."
Nolan finally looked up, his face filled with shock, as if his worldview had been severely shaken.
The new, beautiful Commander Ginny gave a slightly displeased snort, her expression icy, and simply uttered a single word: "Keys."
Still reeling from the shock, Nolan hurriedly pulled out his police car keys and placed them in her hand.
The beautiful commander puffed out her ample bosom, swayed her slender waist, and walked towards the garage, attracting nurous admiring and surprised glances. Many busy officers began whispering among themselves.
"Patrol car 7-A-15, please mark this vehicle for dispatch."
Nolan put down the radio, his gaze darting around, seemingly unsure where to look.
"Uh, ma'am."
"Call Commander Anderson, from now on." The voice from the driver's seat was deep and slightly magnetic, its tone as cold as ever.
"Yes, Commander Anderson." Nolan, who had been sowhat flustered, finally recovered, a hint of loss in his voice as he stroked his chin.
The police car drove aimlessly through the streets of Los Angeles for half an hour. Then, the voice of Commander Ben Cicora of the Anti-Gang and Narcotics Division ca through their earpieces.
"Watch out, they're coming."
The two people in the car simultaneously looked in their rearview mirrors. A small van covered in black reflective film turned the corner and followed closely behind the police car.
The beautiful female commander driving lightly pressed the accelerator, but the accelerated police car couldn't shake off the van.
She and Nolan exchanged a glance. Three minutes later, the police car turned into an empty alley, and the small van followed.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, followed by a burly white man covered in tattoos, clutching his bleeding arm, running out of the alley and disappearing at the end of the street after a few turns.
Shortly after, Nolan's panicked voice echoed across all LAPD channels: "Officer down! Repeat, officer down! Damn it, they killed Commander Anderson!"
Minutes later, a large number of police cars surrounded the deserted alley, followed by an ambulance. When the stretcher was wheeled out of the alley, it carried a blood-soaked Zoe Anderson.
Earlier, in one of Los Angeles' highest-security prisons, the door to a solitary confinent cell suddenly opened, and Commander Gray, his face as grim as ever, entered.
The prisoner lying on the single bed sat up abruptly — it was none other than King Midas, the leader of the Southern Front.
"Soone told today that a police officer wanted to talk to . I thought it was soone important. After all these years, you're still just a low-ranking sergeant?"
Commander Gray seed to have been hit where it hurt, his face twitching slightly. He said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm here for that kill order."
"I watched my officer's body cara footage. That woman attacked him with a knife right in front of him, and he was just doing his duty, making no offensive moves. Clearly, your idiot son overreacted. This isn't the first ti."
"Now, in just half a day, we've taken down seven of your hideouts, arrested over 100 people, and caused you at least a million in losses. Think about the potential losses you might suffer tomorrow."
King Midas, still sporting a mohawk, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, seemingly finding the other party's threat sowhat childish and laughable.
"We've been adversaries for almost 20 years, haven't we? Commander Gray, if I rember correctly, it was your capture that put in this position."
"You should know very well that this kill order was issued by Cole. Although he is indeed stupid, and my n don't respect him as much as they respect -"
Commander Gray rudely interrupted him. "Next, we will take action against your hideouts in San Diego, San Jose, and Victorville. I can keep doing this until your son, because of his stupidity, destroys your empire."
King Midas feigned indifference.
"If you can do it, go ahead. I won't cancel the kill order. This is Cole's honor. Without honor, this empire is worthless to him."
"No, you know nothing." Commander Gray roared, then glanced back, signaling the guards behind him to leave. He closed the cell door, trying to soften his voice.
"My arrogant female chief insists on personally protecting that troublemaking rookie. Think about the consequences. If your n shoot at that police car, the entire LAPD will go crazy. Are you trying to declare war on all police forces in California?"
King Midas's expression was uncertain, looking at the dark-faced commander with suspicion, as if trying to determine if he was being bluffed.
The atmosphere in the solitary confinent cell was tense, as if half a century had passed, until the silence was broken by a rapid cell phone ring.
"It's . What happened? What? Dead?" Hanging up the phone, Commander Gray's face suddenly beca a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Surprise, anger, tension, sadness, and even a hint of smugness flashed across his dark face.
"Now, none of that matters."
With that, Commander Gray turned to leave the cell.
King Midas suddenly tensed, seemingly bewildered by the unexpected phone call.
"Hey, Commander, explain yourself before you go. What does this an?"
Commander Gray didn't turn around, but stood at the cell door, tilting his head to the side, his tone seemingly relieved.
"Your two n attacked that rookie's police car. One died, one escaped. The rookie was unhard, but they killed Commander Anderson."
"Cole is dead, absolutely dead. Any cop who finds him will empty their magazines without hesitation. Your 'Southern Front' is finished too. The FBI will be in action soon. It's too late now."
With that, he closed the cell door and strode out.
King Midas's face turned deathly pale instantly. He rushed to the small barred window and shouted his questions.
"You're bluffing, aren't you? You must be, this can't be."
Commander Gray's voice carried from the far end of the corridor. "Confirm with your n. These kinds of ssages usually travel very fast. You're useless now; I have more important things to do."
An hour later, the cell door opened again, and an impatient Commander Gray stood in the doorway, frowning at the anxious King Midas.
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