She built an empire behind walls of ice. He survived a massacre and became a legend. Now he's her shadow. Her shield. And the one man who won't bow to her cold stare. The city is about to learn what happens when the Ice Queen meets her match.
She built an empire behind walls of ice. He survived a massacre and became a legend. Now he's her shadow. Her shield. And the one man who won't bow to her cold stare. The city is about to learn what happens when the Ice Queen meets her match.
"Help..."
Just as Campbell Watson stepped out of the East Sea City International Airport, he caught a faint and weak cry for help. He hadn't even had a chance to feel the warm and welcoming atmosphere of his homeland.
The airport entrance was chaotic, with travelers coming and going, and the noise was overwhelming. The weak cry for help was like a drop of water in the ocean, barely causing a ripple.
If Campbell hadn't been so confident in his hearing, he might have thought he was imagining things.
Ten o'clock direction.
Campbell's ears twitched, and he quickly pinpointed the source of the sound.
About three to four hundred yards a way, two tall, burly men in black were dragging a woman toward a silver-gray van. The woman's toes scraped along the ground, and she showed no signs of resistance. She must have been drugged with something like ether and was temporarily unconscious.
This was a kidnapping!
Campbell immediately recognized the situation and instinctively prepared to intervene...
But he stopped just as quickly, his expression turning very serious.
"Guns!"
As the two men in black got into the van, their jackets lifted slightly, revealing the dark barrel of a gun at their waists.
A third-generation U.S. military standard-issue P320 handgun.
On January 19, 2024, Sig Sauer's P320 beat out competitors like FN and Glock to become the U.S. military's standard-issue handgun. The P320 quickly gained global popularity, and Campbell's mercenary team had even purchased a batch back then.
So, he immediately recognized the model of the gun the man in black was carrying.
However, in the Celestial Nation, gun control is extremely strict. The fact that the kidnappers had managed to get their hands on a P320 military-issue pistol indicated that they were no ordinary criminals.
Moreover, the number of kidnappers in the car was unknown, their skills uncertain, and they were armed with U.S. military-issue pistols. Campbell Watson wasn't confident he could ensure the hostage's safety if he acted rashly.
Vroom...
At that moment, a silver-gray minivan roared to life and sped past him. Through the car window, he caught a glimpse of the kidnapped woman's face.
Even though it was just a fleeting glance, it left Campbell stunned. He quickly pulled out a crumpled photo from his pocket.
The photo showed a stunningly beautiful woman with delicate features, like an angel.
"Damn it... These bastards dared to kidnap my employer right in front of me?"
"Are they tired of living?"
Campbell took a closer look at the photo and saw that the kidnapped woman bore a striking resemblance to the woman in the picture, which made him furious.
He had returned to the country for two reasons: to investigate the massacre of the Watson family ten years ago and to repay his master's favor by protecting the woman in the photo for three months.
He never expected his first meeting with his employer to be under such circumstances.
There was no way he would stand by and watch his employer get hurt.
Quickly scanning the area, he spotted a taxi parked by the curb with the driver's door open. Without thinking twice, Campbell dashed over, jumped into the car, and started the engine.
"Sorry, boss, I need to borrow your car."
The taxi driver had just unloaded the passenger's luggage from the trunk and hadn't even closed it when he heard a loud "vroom." The car shot off like an arrow, leaving a trail of black smoke behind.
The driver's hand hung in mid-air as he stared blankly at the disappearing taxi. It took him a moment to snap out of his daze.
"Carjacking! Someone's stolen my car!"
The driver jumped up and down in rage, shouting loudly, quickly attracting the attention of the airport security.
"Officer, help! My taxi's been stolen... The license plate is LA5200..."
"You have to catch that thief, they're out of control..."
The taxi driver ranted and raved, loudly complaining to the security officer.
"Calm down, sir. We'll catch him..."
The officer reassured the driver while dispatching two patrol cars to give chase.
They also reported the incident to headquarters, requesting additional support.
On Airport Boulevard, at the intersection.
Brooke stood in the middle of the crossroads, dressed in a traffic cop uniform, her wide-brimmed hat adding to her commanding presence as she directed traffic.
If it weren't for the perpetually stern look on her face, she would have been quite a striking figure in the middle of the road.
Brooke was originally a member of the East Sea City Criminal Investigation Team.
During an interrogation, a suspect had verbally abused her, and in a fit of rage, she had kicked him...
After a hospital check-up, the suspect was honorably declared a eunuch!
When the suspect's family heard about it, they caused a huge commotion at the police station, demanding an explanation.
The city police department eventually compensated the prisoner's family with a large sum of money and transferred Brooke to the traffic police unit, barely managing to calm the situation.
Brooke had practiced martial arts since she was a child, embodying a strong sense of justice. She had always dreamed of fighting crime and capturing bad guys, which is why she worked so hard to join the criminal investigation team, hoping to fulfill her ambitions of punishing evil and promoting good.
Now, she could only stand at intersections, directing traffic, issuing tickets, and not being allowed to solve cases or catch criminals. How frustrating and suffocating that must be!
"All I did was kick that jerk! Did they really have to transfer me to the traffic unit?
Besides, it wasn't entirely my fault. He was the one with the filthy mouth!"
"Sigh... Who knows when I'll be able to get back to the criminal investigation team."
Watching cars speed past her, Brooke couldn't help but sigh, reminiscing about her glorious days in the criminal investigation team.
"Attention all units, attention all units... A blue and white taxi with the license plate LA5200 has been hijacked by a suspect at the international airport. If spotted, please contact headquarters immediately..."
Suddenly, an urgent announcement came through the radio on Brooke's shoulder.
Zoom!
At that moment, a blue and white taxi with an open trunk sped past her.
Brooke instinctively glanced at it and immediately perked up.
"LA5200?"
"Isn't that the taxi headquarters just issued an alert for? Perfect."
Brooke's face flushed with excitement. After standing at the traffic post for over half a month without encountering even a petty thief, she had finally stumbled upon a case.
Without a second thought, she abandoned her traffic duties, jumped onto the nearby police motorcycle, ignited the engine, and twisted the throttle hard...
Vroom.
A burst of black exhaust shot out from the tailpipe as the police motorcycle roared to life and sped off.
As for contacting headquarters?
Ha! She came from a family of martial artists and had been a member of the criminal investigation unit, capturing countless dangerous criminals. How could she be intimidated by a mere car thief?
Besides, this might be her chance to get back into the criminal investigation unit.
She didn't want anyone else to steal her glory!
"Boss, there's a cop behind us. Have we been exposed?"
Inside the minivan, the burly man in black glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed a tail. His expression tightened.
In the passenger seat sat a bald man wearing sunglasses. He stared at the police motorcycle in the right rearview mirror and reached into his black jacket.
"Old Five, test them... If they're after us, take them out..."
The bald man slowly pulled out a handgun from his jacket, unlocking the safety with a cold, ruthless look in his eyes.
"Got it, Boss."
The driver nodded, turned on the left signal, and moved the van into the left lane, gradually slowing down.
"Tsk tsk, looks like it's a female cop. Nice figure too, what a shame..."
"Damn, looks like we'll have to be rough this time."
The two men in black in the back seat exchanged cold smiles, their eyes filled with malice. Calmly, they pulled out their handguns and unlocked the safeties.
Just a female cop-they didn't see her as a threat. Everyone in the van had fired a gun, killed people, and even taken down a few cops before.
"Could they have discovered me? That's impossible. Those amateurs couldn't possibly detect my presence," Campbell Watson muttered to himself.
Inside the taxi, Campbell watched as his target suddenly pulled over and slowed down, feeling puzzled.
Woo-woo-woo...
At that moment, a police motorcycle appeared on Campbell's left side, sirens blaring.
He turned his head to glance over and saw a female traffic cop on the motorcycle, seemingly shouting something at him.
Oh, crap.
Campbell instantly understood. The kidnappers must have noticed the traffic cop and deliberately slowed down to see if they had been exposed, not because they had discovered him tailing them.
"It seems the taxi driver called the cops...
But this traffic cop is quite the beauty. Look at that face, that figure... those curves must be at least a 36E..."
Through the car window, Campbell's gaze, filled with what he considered pure admiration, lingered on the ample and impressive chest of the female traffic cop...
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