Chapter 81 I brought them all

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Chapter 81: Chapter 81 I brought them all"Kid, you’re pretty impressive, nabbing this criminal all by yourself," the man said, speaking from behind Helen Wilson. Helen quickly turned around, a puzzled look on her face as she addressed the man, "It wasn’t me who caught him." "But you’re the only police officer here. Who else would catch him if not you?" "It was you who caught him." "Ah, kid, you really are stubborn." "Ah, I get it now. You don’t want others to know about you?" Helen suddenly realized and looked at the mysterious man with surprise. "At least you’re not totally dense." Helen shook her head again and again, saying, "No, no, I can’t take credit for your work. If you caught him, it was you who did it." The man grinned and suddenly pointed behind Helen, shouting, "Watch out." Helen swiftly turned around, but there was nothing amiss. The thug still lay there, spitting blood, without the slightest attack capability. When she turned to look at the man, she found that there was no one behind her, which sent a chill down Helen’s spine. She had not noticed his arrival, and when he left, she was still unaware. His skill was indeed impressive. However, now was not the time to look for this man. She quickly called the deputy chief and had him bring over the Criminal Police team. In no time, two police cars zoomed in, from which several criminal police officers jumped out. They were fully armed, guns in hand, but when they saw Helen standing there with the thug lying in a pile of bricks, each one was a bit dumbfounded. What was this situation? Helen had caught this guy all by herself? Next, the criminal police got the thug out of the bricks and sent him directly to the hospital. Then Helen went to the Criminal Police division too. With a matter like this, she definitely needed to cooperate with the Criminal Police’s investigation. Helen didn’t follow the man’s request and instead recounted the events in full detail. By then, the thug’s examination results had come out: six fractured ribs in the chest—the most direct damage, not to mention what being hit by the bricks did. For someone to kick a physically robust thug and fracture six of his ribs in one go was impressive—not just for Helen, but even the criminal police officers felt tense. They knew the best amongst them couldn’t fracture a person’s six ribs in one kick—this man’s strength was truly overpowering. The existence of such a formidable person caused concern within the Criminal Police. It would be fine if this man only did good deeds, but it would be terrifying if he committed evil acts. So, they asked Helen to describe the man’s features to recreate his likeness with technology. But when Helen recalled the memories, apart from knowing the man’s height and roughly describing his build, she found herself unable to describe his face. Looking at various facial features on the computer, Helen felt that everything resembled him and yet nothing did, which was extremely frustrating. The mysterious man was naturally James Brown. He had seen Helen moving in and had followed, but before he appeared, he had changed his appearance, a skill not many could master. In certain novels from the W Region, this was known as Disguise Skill Level. James wasn’t really capable of changing his face to whatever he liked; he could just adjust his facial muscles and broadly alter his appearance. The most ordinary look, which James was particularly good at, had the biggest advantage: it was unforgettable, preventing the police from finding him later. Though it was for a good deed, James still didn’t want the police’s attention. Even if his identity was strong enough that the police wouldn’t suspect him, being sought after for help with other matters wouldn’t be ideal, as it would prevent him from doing as he pleased. The next day, James Brown went to work at the company. Gina Lopez hadn’t sought him out, and Lucy Campbell hadn’t contacted him either, so his day was quite leisurely. Upon returning home in the evening, James felt that someone had moved into the empty room on his right—another new neighbor had arrived, though he had no idea who it could be. James wasn’t the type to knock on doors to see who had moved in; city folk had grown accustomed to not knowing their neighbors, even on the same floor. Right after he finished cooking dinner and before he had a chance to eat, there was a knock at the door. James went to open it and surprisingly saw Helen Wilson, the police officer. "Officer Wilson, what brings you here?" James looked at Helen, somewhat astonished. Helen, stern-faced, said, "I’ve come to ask you about something." James responded with a cheerful smile, "Sure, sure, come on in. I’ve just finished cooking, would you like something to eat?" "No need," Helen shook her head, saying, "You can go ahead and eat; I’ll wait and ask afterward." "Thanks a lot, I’m really hungry," James Brown said as he unceremoniously sat down at the dining table and began to eat heartily. What James Brown had made tonight was simple, but for someone like him who pursued gourmet food, even simple dishes could taste quite remarkable. Helen Wilson hadn’t eaten yet, and the aromatic scent of the food made her stomach uncontrollably growl. James Brown immediately said, "Officer Wilson, if you haven’t eaten, then come have a bite quickly." "Thanks, no need," Helen Wilson replied, immediately declining. She’d never had much of a fondness for James Brown. James Brown, still eating, said, "Then forget it. If you were to eat, I’d worry there wouldn’t be enough." Helen Wilson’s face darkened. His way of speaking was just too exasperating. Smelling the food made her feel even hungrier, and what bothered her the most was that James Brown ate in such a slow, feminine way, leaving her with an indescribable discomfort. Eventually, when James Brown finished eating, Helen Wilson was relieved from this torment. Once James Brown had come over and settled onto the couch, she stared at him and asked, "Where were you between nine and ten o’clock last night?" James Brown looked back at Helen Wilson with a puzzled expression, "Officer Wilson, I haven’t gotten mixed up with some case, have I?" "Stop the nonsense and just answer the question honestly," Helen Wilson said with a stern face. James Brown put on a pitiful face and replied, "I really have the worst luck, but luckily I didn’t do anything bad... I went to the bar to have a few drinks after eight last night. After a while, I saw you. I wanted to greet you, but then you stopped someone and, along with another guy... got knocked down, and then you chased after him." Helen Wilson had reviewed the bar’s surveillance footage today and saw James Brown in it, approaching her, which is why she went looking for him. "Do you go to the bar just to drink?" Helen Wilson asked, staring into James Brown’s eyes—windows to the soul. She believed she could tell if he was lying. James Brown’s gaze indeed flickered, which prompted Helen Wilson to say with an even more displeased tone, "Tell the truth." James Brown cracked a smile and chuckled, "You know what a bar is for. I was just out hunting for some excitement. When I saw Officer Wilson there, I was quite surprised. I thought you had the same hobby, so... I wanted to strike up a conversation with you." "What?" Helen Wilson’s eyes widened, feeling an impulse to kill him on the spot. "Don’t be mad, Officer Wilson. I later realized you were on duty and didn’t interfere, see? But... that guy was really tough. He knocked both of you down in one hit, then you gave chase. I was worried and ran out too, but by the time I got outside, you were gone. I was really afraid that guy had handled you. I’m glad you’re okay now. That puts my mind at ease," James Brown said, patting his chest. Hearing James Brown repeatedly mention her being knocked down, Helen Wilson felt quite frustrated. Everything James Brown had said matched what was on the tape, and she no longer had any suspicion about him. However, seeing his pretense of concern still made her skin crawl. She said with a stern face, "Thanks for the concern. Did you notice any other suspicious people in the bar? Like who ran out with me?" Asking this question made Helen Wilson a bit nervous. She wanted to find that mysterious man, and although she had reviewed all the surveillance tapes and hadn’t spotted him, his profile seemed somewhat similar to James Brown’s. But she refused to believe that James Brown had such strong skills. Not only did he look different, but also, when she had once caught him as a presumed thief, she knew James Brown wasn’t all that impressive. So, she hoped James Brown might have seen that person or could provide some useful information. "I wasn’t paying attention; I was only looking at you." James Brown’s words shattered Helen Wilson’s hope. She said in irritation, "Why were you looking at me?" James Brown chuckled, "Just watching the excitement. I wanted to see how you would... catch a crook." Looking at James Brown’s insincere demeanor, Helen Wilson felt annoyed and said, "You mean you wanted to see me get beaten by the crook?" James Brown gave a dry laugh, "No way. I have no deep hatred with the police; you’re our local officer. I was just showing some concern, that’s all." S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Helen Wilson stood up and huffed, her gaze sweeping once more around James Brown’s home, "There’s no one else living here?" "Nope, it’s absolutely just me here." "Hmph, I don’t care who you have over to stay the night, but if you’re going to have someone live here long-term, they must register with me." "Got it. I’ll definitely cooperate with Officer Wilson’s work."

Chapter 81 I brought them all

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