Super Detective in the Fictional World

r example, say that a young man in a Lamborghini was stopped.

As long as the man didn’t take out a gun to fight back, what awaited him at most was handcuffs, and the patrol officers’ actions and words would all be by the book.

However, if a person in ordinary clothes and driving a secondhand car was stopped, even if his wife and children were in the car, he would be on the receiving end of a taser if he so much as moved wrong; he might even enjoy the sweet smell of gunpowder.

Lawyers and the law in America worked for the rich, or rather, for their money.

Patrol officers absolutely didn’t have the guts to mess around with rich people.
Lawyers could seize the opportunity to sue them until they lost their jobs and went bankrupt.

Thinking that, Max stopped struggling.

At most… they would go to the police station together for Valentine’s Day? Hm, that didn’t seem very normal, but it was special enough.

Soon, a flashlight shone through the driver’s window, and there was the sound of fingers tapping on the glass.

Luke rolled down the window leisurely.
“Officer, can I help you?”

Misty frowned and lowered her gun.
“Who are you? Why are you here at night?”

She looked at the “breezy” dress on Max and frowned even harder.

Luke smiled.
“Officer, do you have a boyfriend?”

Misty snorted.
“Answer my question, or…”

Luke interrupted her with a smile.
“Because it’s February 13th.
You know what I mean, right?”

The other patrol officer was standing behind Misty, his hand on the gun at his waist.

Looking at the situation in the car, he was full of envy as he interjected, “Are you celebrating Valentine’s Day in advance?”

He didn’t think it was necessary to piss off a rich man over something like this.

‘They were just making out in a car by the river at night.
They were much more particular than people who fooled around on a public beach in broad daylight.

Misty’s eyes twitched.

‘The gift box that had clearly just been opened on the dashboard, the famous luxury brand logo on the box, the dress that the woman was wearing, and her colleague’s reply — how could she not understand?

With a dark face, she said, “Tell her to turn her head and say a couple of words.
I want to know if she’s conscious.”

Luke patted Max’s shoulder.
“Darling, come, say something.”

Max turned around angrily.
“Officer, I’m fine.
Of course, it would be even better if the window could be closed sooner.”

There had been no smell of alcohol or fumes after the window was rolled down.
Max’s face was slightly red, but she spoke clearly and she was obviously sound of mind.
She definitely wasn’t drunk or high.

Misty put her gun back into the holster.
“No matter how much you’re celebrating, it’s best if you don’t stop here.
There are a lot of cars on patrol tonight.”

She then left with her colleague.

After the patrol car drove off, Max heaved a long sigh and relaxed.
She punched Luke in the chest.
“That scared me! I thought I would be spending the night in the detention center.”

Luke lay back with a smile.
“You’re overthinking it.
Officer Misty is a woman, after all, and this wasn’t about law and order on the streets.
She wouldn’t have arrested us.”

‘Max paused.
“Huh? Do you know her?”

Luke said, “Haven’t you seen her on TV? She’s the NYPD police heroine who killed a test subject on her own and saved a mother and daughter.”

Stumped for a moment, Max was then a little embarrassed.
She mumbled, “That, weren’t we too rude just now?”

Luke chuckled.
“It’s fine.
We didn’t scold her.”

Max looked at him disdainfully.
“Do you think I’m an idiot? You mocked her just now for not having a boyfriend, right?”

Luke shrugged.
“I was just stating a fact.
It’s not like I was wrong.
Don’t you always mock Caroline for not having a man? And she’s your roommate to boot.”

Max:”…”

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