"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?

"Hey there, pretty lady, why'd you cuff yourself? What kind of game are you playing? Or do you have some special hobby?" Campbell Watson teased Brooke maliciously, seeing her shocked expression.

He had been scared out of his wits earlier.

Although he couldn't do much to her, he could still take some verbal jabs.

"You bastard, what did you do to me? Do you believe I'll shoot you?" Brooke yanked at the handcuffs, making them clink loudly.

Her eyes were filled with murderous intent as her right hand quickly reached for the holster at her waist.

"Oh, I'm so scared, Officer. Are you threatening me?" Campbell said, feigning fear. With a flick of his wrist, a police-issued gun appeared in his hand.

The mocking look on his face grew even more pronounced.

"My gun..." Brooke's hand came up empty. She stared at the gun in Campbell's hand, her eyes wide with disbelief.

When had that bastard managed to snatch her gun without her noticing?

"Who the hell are you?" Brooke demanded loudly, her expression stern and her eyes burning with intensity as she glared at Campbell.

As a detective and a skilled martial artist, she was certain that this man was a hidden master. At the very least, he was stronger than she was.

What puzzled Brooke was why a martial arts expert would hijack a taxi. Could he be a desperate criminal on the run?

The thought made her heart race, and she became very nervous.

Would he kill her to silence her? Or worse, do something terrible before killing her? Or kill her first and then...?

If Campbell Watson knew what Brooke was thinking, he would have been speechless.

He was a law-abiding citizen, okay?

Campbell skillfully unloaded the bullets from the gun, one by one, onto the back seat of the taxi, then handed the empty gun back to Brooke.

"Relax, miss. I'm not a bad guy," Campbell said, noticing Brooke's tension. He smiled and added, "Everything I said earlier is true.

Believe it or not, I need to go save someone now. Sorry for any trouble."

Campbell gave Brooke a polite nod. After all, she was a police officer, and he had just returned to the country and didn't want to get on the wrong side of the law.

He waved and walked briskly toward the police motorcycle.

"Hey, stop right there..."

"Vroom!"

Before Brooke could finish her shout, Campbell jumped on the police motorcycle, started it, revved the engine, and sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"You jerk, don't let me catch you..."

Brooke glared in the direction Campbell had disappeared, her eyes filled with anger.

All her life, even after joining the police force, she had always been exceptional. But today, she felt utterly defeated.

Handcuffed with her own cuffs, her service pistol taken, and her police motorcycle stolen... It was a complete defeat.

For Brooke Carter, this was an utter humiliation!

After a few minutes, Brooke calmed herself down, took out the key, and unlocked the handcuffs. She hesitated for a moment but eventually called a friend in the criminal investigation unit.

Having her police motorcycle stolen by a criminal was not something she wanted her superiors to know about.

So, she had to seek help from her friend in the criminal investigation unit, using their technology to locate the motorcycle.

She swore she would catch that despicable jerk!

Meanwhile, Campbell Watson was riding the stolen police motorcycle, weaving through the dense traffic at high speed. With a few impressive drifts, his riding skills were even better than Brooke's.

His eagle-sharp eyes scanned the congested traffic for the silver-gray van.

"Disappeared?"

After chasing for about ten minutes, Campbell hadn't seen any sign of the van, causing his brows to furrow.

Given the van's speed, he should have caught up by now. Why hadn't he even seen a trace of it?

Campbell looked around. On both sides of the highway were the rolling Finian hills and endless fields, with scattered houses here and there, desolate and quiet.

To the southeast, about three or four miles away, there was a cluster of run-down villages with red brick and gray tiles.

"...Could they have gone there?"

Campbell frowned, thought for a moment, then turned the motorcycle around, riding against the traffic. He soon found a gravel road leading to the village.

After driving along the gravel road for about a mile or two, it turned into a bumpy dirt path.

Campbell Watson parked his police motorcycle by the roadside and crouched down to inspect the ground. There were two clear tire tracks.

Just as he thought!

Campbell smirked and stood up. The van he was tracking had indeed headed towards the village.

The village was only about a mile away. To avoid alerting the suspects, he pushed his police motorcycle into the bushes by the road and camouflaged it. Then, he crouched low and quickly made his way towards the village.

The village was small, with about thirty or forty households, all in low, old red-brick houses that looked like they had been there for years.

The village was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog, making it feel even more desolate.

Most of the young and able-bodied villagers had gone to work in the cities, leaving behind mostly the elderly. Those who did well would take their elders to enjoy a better life, so there were many such deserted villages across the Celestial Nation.

This place was sparsely populated and rarely connected with the outside world, making it an ideal hideout for criminals.

Campbell silently followed the tire tracks.

On the northern side of the village, there was a relatively grand courtyard. It used to be the village chief's house, but the chief's family had moved to the city three years ago, leaving the place vacant.

The chief would only return during the New Year or for the Qingming Festival to pay respects to his ancestors, but he would leave the same day. The large house had remained empty.

Now, it had become the kidnappers' hideout.

In the courtyard, there was a silver-gray van, the very vehicle Campbell had been tracking.

"Fifth, hide the van properly. Third and Fourth, take the woman inside and tie her up securely. Don't let her escape; she's our ticket to a fortune."

The bald man who had been sitting in the passenger seat started giving orders.

The other three immediately followed his instructions.

The fifth guy drove the car to a corner of the yard and covered it with a tarp, while the third and fourth guys dragged the woman towards the main hall.

The bald man took out his phone, made a call, said a few words, then hung up, turned off the phone, and even removed the battery.

It seemed he knew a bit about counter-surveillance.

"Fifth, you stay outside and keep watch. The employer said someone will come to inspect the goods later. Keep an eye out," the bald man shouted to the fifth guy, who had just finished parking the car, then followed the others into the main hall.

"Every time, it's me who has to keep watch while you guys have fun inside... But man, that woman is really something. I've never seen such a beautiful chick, like a goddess...

If I could have a go with her, I'd die happy..."

The fifth guy leaned against the peeling gate, lit a cigarette, and started daydreaming with a lecherous expression.

He didn't notice a swift figure moving stealthily through the overgrown weeds, getting closer and closer...

Just as he heard a noise nearby and was about to turn his head, Campbell Watson appeared like a ghost on his left side, grabbed his head, and twisted it forcefully.

Crack!

Before the fifth guy could react, his neck was twisted like a pretzel, killing him instantly.

His face was frozen in a look of shock and confusion.

Campbell carefully dragged the body behind a pile of red bricks, then picked up a few small stones and slipped through the gate.

The yard was empty and overgrown with weeds, filled with a strong musty smell.

Campbell Watson walked slowly along the small gravel path in the middle of the yard, heading towards the main house.

The door to the main house was half-open, and he could hear the crude arguments of several men and the sound of bottles smashing on the ground.

Campbell slipped through the half-open door with agile movements, making no noise at all.

The room was mostly empty, with almost everything cleared out.

About twenty feet from the door, there was a heavily chipped folding table and a few old wooden chairs that looked like they had been dragged out from some corner.

Three kidnappers were sitting around the table, playing cards.

The table was littered with various snacks, betel nuts, and cigarettes. The floor was covered with cigarette butts, betel nut husks, instant noodle cups, food containers, and beer bottles.

Promise Nelson, the kidnapped daughter of Magnus Nelson, was tied to a wooden post nearby. Her head was slightly bowed, her hair covering her face, but it couldn't hide her stunning, alluring figure, which made the three kidnappers restless and filled with lust.

"Hey, this woman is too beautiful. Should we have some fun first?" one of them suggested.

"I'm burning up just looking at her..." another one added.

"Shut the hell up! Everyone stay in line. The boss said anyone who touches this woman loses a hand," the bald man barked, his face stern. However, his greedy eyes kept wandering over Promise's body.

This woman was a rare beauty, with a perfect figure that could make any man weak.

The bald man felt his mouth go dry and his heart race with desire, but he held back, remembering the boss's strict orders.

The other two kidnappers quickly averted their lustful gazes as well. They knew better than to disobey the boss.

"What the hell, who are you? How did you get in here?"

The third guy, who had been facing the door, finally noticed Campbell Watson walking toward them step by step.

The other two thugs reacted quickly, immediately turning around and almost simultaneously pulling out their guns, pointing the dark barrels straight at Campbell.

"Where's Five? What did you do to him?"

The bald brute clicked off the safety of his gun and shouted at Campbell, his eyes blazing with a murderous glare, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

"Tsk!"

Campbell Watson's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. Despite facing three handguns, he remained calm and composed.

His unflinching demeanor made the bald thug feel a sudden wave of unease. Anyone who could stay this calm while being held at gunpoint was either a fool or someone so formidable that they didn't fear bullets or blades. Clearly, Campbell wasn't a fool...

"I'll ask you one question. Answer it well, and I might consider letting you go. If your answer displeases me, I won't hesitate to send you to join your buddy," Campbell said, tossing a small pebble in his hand and squinting his eyes.

As he spoke, he walked closer to the three kidnappers, closing the distance between them.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, making the air around them feel heavy and oppressive.

If he didn't want to find out who had hired them, these three would already be corpses...

"Step any closer, and I'll blow your head off!" the third thug shouted, his voice betraying his fear. His hand, trembling, tightened on the trigger.

"You're shaking so much, you might accidentally fire," Campbell mocked, his lips curling into a sneer.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the pebbles in his hand shot out with a sharp whistle, moving at incredible speed.

Before the three kidnappers could react, the pebbles struck theiracupressure points precisely, rendering them immobile.

The three kidnappers' wrists went numb, losing their strength, and their guns fell to the ground.

"Dammit, die already..."

The third kidnapper hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled out another gun from behind his waist. He liked to play with dual guns, so he often carried two.

Campbell Watson didn't expect the guy to have another gun, but he wasn't going to give him the chance to use it.

As soon as the third kidnapper drew his gun, Campbell charged at him. When he moved, he was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, exuding an overwhelming and destructive killing intent.

Although these kidnappers had some skills, they were no match for Campbell, a martial arts master who had cultivated inner strength.

Locked onto by Campbell's killing intent, the third kidnapper felt like he was being targeted by a prehistoric beast. The terrifying sense of impending death made his heart race, his hair stand on end, and his movements freeze.

In that split second, Campbell was already in front of him. With a hand as strong as steel, he grabbed the man's throat.

Crack.

Without a word, Campbell snapped the third kidnapper's neck, killing him instantly.

As the body fell limply to the ground, Campbell returned to his original spot, calmly lighting a cigarette, his expression cold and indifferent.

The bald thug glanced at the lifeless body of his comrade, his Adam's apple bobbing, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his hand trembling as he held his gun.

The killing intent Campbell had just displayed made him feel like he was in an ice-cold abyss, utterly terrified.

Even from his boss, he had never felt such a terrifying killing intent.

It reminded him of the time he encountered a demon-level higher-up in the organization. That higher-up had a similarly horrifying aura.

As an outer member, he was like an ant in the eyes of such a demon-level figure, someone he could only look up to.

The young man before him was a top-notch expert, comparable to the demon-level higher-ups in the organization.

The gap in their strength was too vast.

Even though he had a gun, he didn't dare to make a single move.

"What do you want to know?" The bald man swallowed hard, asking cautiously.

He was scared.

Thugs like them were ruthless when facing the weak, but when confronted with someone stronger, they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

"Who is your employer?" Campbell Watson exhaled a ring of smoke, asking calmly.

"I-I don't know..." The bald man shook his head, fearing the other wouldn't believe him, and quickly explained.

"I really don't know. Our boss is the one who takes the jobs and makes the plans. We just follow orders... We don't know anything else."

Another thug, the fourth in rank, was also terrified, nodding frantically on the side: "Even the target, we only find out an hour before the mission..."

"Oh? Is that so? Then where is your boss?"

Campbell's sharp gaze, like a knife, scrutinized the bald man and the fourth thug.

The two men were terrified, cold sweat dripping down their backs, not daring to make a sound.

It seemed like the person standing before them wasn't a man but a grim reaper from hell, ready to take their lives with ease.

"N-No, we don't know... The boss moves around a lot, we really don't know..."

The two kidnappers shook their heads vigorously, sweat pouring down like rain, their eyes filled with fear and pleading.

"Oh... In that case, you have no value left to live."

Before Campbell Watson finished his sentence, he suddenly pushed off with his legs, shooting forward like an arrow leaving the bow. His speed was so fast that it created a thunderous roar in the air.

The two kidnappers didn't even have time to react before they felt a tremendous force hit them, sending them flying. The world spun around them, and then everything went black as they lost consciousness...

Thud! Thud!

Two bodies fell from the height, kicking up dust.

Their chests were caved in, blood and flesh mangled, already lifeless.

At this moment, the last syllable of Campbell's sentence finally left his mouth.

Campbell looked at the three bodies on the ground, his face expressionless. From the moment he appeared, the fate of these kidnappers had been sealed.

Creak.

Campbell turned to untie the ropes binding Promise when a screeching sound of brakes came from outside the yard.

Next came the sound of a car door closing and the gate being pushed open.

A flurry of hurried footsteps approached the main house.

Campbell Watson reacted quickly, erasing any traces of his presence and swiftly slipping into the side hall. He crouched by the window, hiding behind a pile of clutter.

Just as he concealed himself, a well-dressed young man pushed the door open and entered.

The young man had sharp features, a sinister look, and a menacing aura around his eyes, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Holy crap, they're dead?"

The young man was shocked to see three bodies on the floor, his face turning pale.

After composing himself, he picked up a handgun from the ground, cautiously scanning the room. Finding nothing suspicious, he quickly moved toward Promise Nelson, who was tied to a wooden post.

Though he didn't know why the kidnappers were dead, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Promise, Promise..." The young man grabbed Promise Nelson's shoulders, shaking her forcefully.

"Ugh..."

Promise Nelson groaned, her delicate brows furrowing. Her head drooped and swayed, her beautiful eyes fluttering as she showed signs of waking up.

"Promise Nelson, don't blame me. Only if you die can I become the true heir of SkyRise Corporation."

Seeing her about to wake up, the young man's expression twisted with malice. His eyes gleamed with a savage light as he raised his right hand, aiming the gun at Promise Nelson's head.

He disengaged the safety and slowly applied pressure to the trigger.

His eyes flashed with a crazed intent to kill...

Campbell Watson, who had been watching closely, felt a surge of murderous intent and was about to make his move when suddenly, the sound of police sirens blared outside.

"Well, they sure know how to time it. Not as dumb as I thought," Campbell muttered under his breath, pulling back behind the clutter.

Bang, bang, bang...

Car doors slammed shut, and the sound of footsteps rapidly approached the warehouse.

The young man, who had been snarling moments before, suddenly became panicked and flustered, not knowing what to do.

Cops? How could there be cops in such a remote place?

The young man was stunned. Killing Promise Nelson was now the last thing on his mind.

He quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingerprints off the gun and shoved it into the hand of one of the corpses. Then, he took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and tried to put on a look of extreme urgency as he pretended to untie Promise from the wooden post.

"Bang."

At that moment, the door was violently kicked open, the two halves of the door hanging precariously from the frame, creaking as if they could fall at any moment.

Brooke, covered in a thick layer of dust, stormed in with a menacing aura.

"You bastard, come out now! I know you're hiding here..." Brooke shouted, but immediately fell silent.

She had seen the three corpses on the ground and the woman tied to the wooden post.

"Police! Don't move! Hands on your head and get on the ground, or I'll shoot!" Brooke quickly aimed her gun at the young man who was untying the ropes, shouting sternly.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The two male officers following Brooke saw the three bodies and the three American handguns on the ground. They were shocked and immediately realized the gravity of the situation. They quickly drew their guns and called the city's criminal investigation unit.

These two male officers were members of the criminal investigation unit. They had received a call for help from Brooke and, having nothing else to do, decided to accompany her to catch a thief. They wanted to see who had the guts to mess with the police force's toughest officer, but they hadn't expected to stumble upon a shooting-related homicide.

A shooting case was a big deal.

"Wait, wait... This is a misunderstanding... I'm not a bad guy. I'm Berloff Nelson, the general manager of SkyRise Corporation.

This person who was kidnapped is our president, Promise Nelson. I..."

"I don't care who you are. Now, put your hands on your head and get on the ground immediately," Brooke interrupted the young man's explanation, warning him sternly once more.

"Don't, don't shoot! I'm getting down, I'm getting down..."

The young man, staring at the dark barrel of the gun, felt a chill run down his spine. He obediently put his hands on his head and squatted down.

One of the male officers immediately rushed over, handcuffed the young man, and pushed him aside. The other officer, while keeping an eye on the surroundings, slowly approached to examine the three bodies.

One had his throat crushed to death, and the other two had their chest bones shattered, internal organs ruptured, as if they had been hit by a truck. Their deaths were gruesome.

The officer inspecting the bodies couldn't help but take a sharp breath, his eyes showing a trace of shock.

Preliminary estimates suggested that the three men hadn't even had a chance to fire their guns before they were killed in one blow.

The perpetrator was no ordinary person!