Chapter 33 Initiative

The landlady watched as Jackson and Harry were taken away by the police. She felt very anxious, but
she can't do anything about it.

She felt guilty. After all, they were taken away because they save her.

She had forgotten Jackson flirting with her, and now she just wanted him to come back safe and sound.

It took about ten minutes for them to arrive at the police station.

Jackson and Harry were taken to the interrogation room.

The room was only a few square meters, with a small window above the wall. The room was a bit dark
with a monitor in the corner.

As soon as they arrived at the interrogation room, Harry voluntarily pulled up a chair for Jackson to sit
down and helped Jackson to relax his back and legs.

“Jackson, don't worry. Just take a statement and we'll be out of here in a minute.”

Jackson was in no hurry. Dolcie won't leave during the day anyway, as long as he went back to Dolcy
Corporate before he got off work.

“By the way, Jackson, do you smoke?” Harry remembered that Jackson smoked, so he looked for the
cigarette in his pockets, but he forgot to bring a cigarette today.

Thereupon he walked to the door, and said to the police obsequiously, “Officer, do you have cigarette?
Could you lend me one?”

The officer knew that Jackson had just hit four thugs, but he seemed to be at odds with the captain, so
he was taken back to the station.



But knowing that these two people acted heroically saving the lady, the police gave them two
cigarettes.

Harry said thank you and trotted over to light it for Jackson. When Jackson just took a puff, with a bang,
the door opened and Sara walked in proudly, followed by a recording officer.

“Miss Sara, come on, how do you do. We meet again” Jackson gave a playful laugh.

Sara was grateful to Jackson for helping her crack the drug trafficking case.

But the better Jackson acted, the more she suspected Jackson was involved in the killing.

How could a young driver be so strong? He must be hiding some secrets.

A sense of mission and responsibility made Sara even more curious about Jackson.

“Don't be frivolous. Be honest.”

Jackson didn't take her words seriously. Instead, he cast a glance over her body and said in all
seriousness, “Officer Sara, I advise you not to get angry so easily. Women have several special days
every month. Being angry often leads to menstrual cramps.”

What?

The two assistant policemen looked at each other. Was Miss Sara having her period? No wonder she
had been so grumpy these past two days.

But they soon found something was wrong. How did this guy know that Miss Sara was having her
period?

Sara was shocked, and her face suddenly turned red.



“Jackson, don't you dare talk nonsense. This is the police station. No nonsense!”

Jackson shrugged, and said innocently, “I'm not talking nonsense. You look pale. You must have
worked too hard and bled too much during your periods. You will be anemic if you keep doing that.”

“Also, your left leg should have been injured and you walk with a limp, so you’d better go back to rest
for a month, or there will be sequelae.

Jackson said seriously, not like joking.

In fact, he was right. Two cops can testify that Sara's left leg was injured on duty the previous two days,
and she didn’t recover.

It seemed that this guy really knew Miss Sara. Otherwise, how could he know so much?

“Shut up, don't talk about this mess. Get down to business. What else do you know about the killer
case? Tell me!”

Sara's hands rested on her hips, her chest heaving with anger.

Jackson was stunned. Well, Sara's breasts were bigger than those of the landlady, and it was so eye-
catching when she moved.

“Actually, Sara, your breasts are too big for this job, which increases the risk and makes your
attendance inconvenient.”

Once again, the two policemen looked at Sara’s breasts and nodded in agreement.

He was so right. They've already seen that. This guy's words were so poisonous that he hit the point
with every word.

Sara's eyes were wide open, and her depressed mood was completely detonated by Jackson.



Since she was a child, she dreamed of being a policeman with a sense of justice.

But her breasts developed too well, and made it too eye-catching, so it was very inconvenient whether
it was arresting fugitives or wearing police uniforms.

What every woman wanted was the last thing she wanted.

It had been her private affair all along, but Jackson said it out.

“Well, Jackson, you mean to go against me, right? So, I'm going to teach you a lesson today.”

Sara punched her fist against Jackson.

“Don't be impulsive, Miss Sara. The monitor is still on.” said the policeman quickly.

Sara got a demerit for beating someone in the interrogation room last time. This time, Sara couldn't
make another mistake.

With a frown, Sara pushed the assistant policemen away and aggressively moved around the table,
and wanted to punch Jackson in the face.

“Harry is here, don't hurt my master!”

Harry stepped forward and stood in front of Jackson with a righteous look on his face.

This was a great opportunity to show himself. If he behaved well, Jackson would accept him.

“Get out of here.”

Sara kicked Harry aside, then reached over and grabbed Jackson's wrist.

Jackson's eyes became sharp, but he didn't shy away and looked at her with a playful grin.



Sara's eyes lit up. She was good at grasping skills, but he refused to hide, then didn’t blame her.

When she grabbed Jackson's wrist and was about to flip it over, she heard a click!

Jackson conjured a pair of handcuffs around Sara's wrists and placed the other end on the radiator.

Jackson smiled, clapped his hands and stood up, looking at Sara like he was looking a good show.

“Miss Sara, you are too careless. If you meet a gangster, you will be in trouble.”

“Motherfucker, when did my handcuffs get into your hands?”

Sara realized that one of the handcuffs was missing.

Damn it!

She knew Jackson was good at Kungfu, but she didn't expect to be trapped by this guy before she hit
him.

“Let me go if you have the guts! I will fight with you until the end of the world.”

Sara was so angry that she put on a fierce look at him, but she couldn't even touch Jackson's clothes.

“What are you standing there for?! Hurry up to untie me.”

Hearing Sara's call for help, the two policemen reacted and rushed to unlock the handcuffs with the
key.

As soon as she was released, Sara rubbed her wrists, which were already red. “You two crap,” she
said angrily, “I'm locked and you won't come over to help!”



The two policemen said in a pitiful tone, “Officer Sara, you said that when you one-on-one hit someone,
you don’t like others to intervene.”

Sara was about to lash out at the two cops when it dawned on her of something.

What the hell was going on? The reason for her to arrest Jackson was to investigate the killer case.
How did it become like this?

She realized that she had been led by Jackson before she knew it.

Jackson was smiling, but he had been in the driver's seat the moment he arrived at the police station.

Okay, Jackson, you almost took me to the ditch.

But once again, Sara was sure that Jackson was more than just a little driver!


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