Chapter 12 Chief Zachary Jensen

• Herbert Bar served as the headquarters of the Herbert Gang, one of the three major gangs in Strico.
• “Herbert, we're in trouble!” A subordinate stumbled into Herbert's office, his face filled with panic.
• “What a chaotic mess!” Herbert frowned slightly, quite dissatisfied with his subordinate's recklessness.
• The subordinate shook his head repeatedly, ignoring the displeasure of Herbert. He said, “Herbert, something has happened to Francis!”
• “What?” The news from his subordinate finally caused Herbert's expression to turn a bit more serious.
• As a man who started his career with underground boxing, Herbert had spent most of his life in the underworld. He was well aware of the principle that sooner or later, one must pay for their actions.
• If one were to pinpoint any vulnerability in Herbert, it would undoubtedly be his only kin, his biological younger brother, Francis.
• “What has he gotten himself into now?” Herbert asked.
• “H-Herbert, F-Francis has been killed! Right at the entrance of the municipal police station!”
• “What did you say?” Herbert abruptly stood up, his face bearing an expression of disbelief.
• Immediately after, upon seeing the trembling demeanor of his subordinates, Herbert quickly realized that the matter might indeed be true. After all, no one dared to lie to him about matters concerning Francis.
• After a moment of silence, Herbert sat back down in his seat. With a blank expression, he asked, “Who did it?”
• “The others are still investigating, but that man is now being held at the municipal police station,” the subordinate hastily replied.
• “I understand. You may leave now,” Herbert, suppressing his anger and sorrow, nodded and waved his hand to dismiss his subordinate.
• After leaving Herbert's office with a brisk pace akin to having just been granted an amnesty, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
• He was the confidant of Herbert, so he naturally knew that even though Herbert seemed unfazed, burning murderous intent was churning within the latter.
• Francis was the most important person to Herbert, so the subordinate could easily imagine that the person who dared to kill Francis would soon face a fierce retaliation from Herbert Gang.
• Moreover, that act of revenge would only cease with the death of either one of the parties.
• Meanwhile, in Strico Municipal Police Station, the police officer in charge of interrogating Chadwick was sitting outside the iron bars with a stern expression.
• On the other side of the iron bars, within the confines of a not-so-spacious interrogation room, sat Chadwick. Despite being shackled in handcuffs and leg irons, he hummed a tune only he could understand, his face displaying an air of nonchalance.
• “Why did you commit murder?”
• “I didn't commit murder. I was merely taking out the trash.”
• Slam!
• The police officer in charge of taking notes slammed his pen onto the table with force. Pointing at Chadwick angrily, he said in a cold voice, “You better cooperate with me!”
• The same conversation had taken place more than a dozen times. Each time the police officer, Lawrence, saw Chadwick's nonchalant attitude, he couldn't help but seethe with anger.
• Upon hearing Lawrence's angry rebuke, Chadwick lifted his head with an amused expression and said, “Officer, do you really think you can hold me if I choose not to cooperate?”
• “What did you say?”
• “What I mean is, even if someone were to interrogate me, they should have sent someone of a higher status. As for you... Pfft.”
• As he spoke, Chadwick shook his head in disdain.
• It was no surprise to see Chadwick's attitude. The police officer in charge of the interrogation had previously chosen to remain indifferent during the argument between Francis and Juliette.
• Dealing with such a person, it was already a mercy that Chadwick didn't take his life. As for cooperating with him on the case, Chadwick found the idea utterly ridiculous.
• However, Lawrence was oblivious to all of that. Chadwick's repeated displays of contempt had finally worn away all of his patience.
• Therefore, after being infuriated by Chadwick once again, he could no longer concern himself with any rules. He directly picked up an iron rod from the corner and approached Chadwick.
• The interrogation room at the municipal police station was always used to deal with the most incorrigible criminals.
• From suspects in criminal cases to ne'er-do-wells of all sorts, hardly any of those individuals were compliant.
• Therefore, it wasn't too surprising to find the suspects being subjected to harsh interrogations there.
• Chadwick raised an eyebrow, sizing up the visibly angry Lawrence. With a smirk, he asked, “What's the matter? Are you feeling embarrassed to the point of flying into a rage?”
• “I'll ask you one more time. Why did you kill that man?” Lawrence glared coldly at Chadwick, his hand gripping the iron rod tightened slightly, ready to strike.
• “Let me answer you once again, then. I didn't commit murder. I was merely taking out the trash... a piece of trash, much like you. If one day you upset me, I won't hesitate to dispose of you with a simple wave of my hand. Just like this!”
• As soon as he finished his sentence, Chadwick suddenly exerted a great force with both his hands. Astonishingly, the handcuffs made of refined steel were directly snapped apart by him!
• Immediately afterward, he seized the iron rod from Lawrence's hand without hesitation and delivered a swift and powerful kick. The heavy shackles on his feet didn't hinder him in the slightest. His forceful kick landed brutally on Lawrence's stomach.
• The sudden turn of events left Lawrence with no time to react. In his professional career, he had never before encountered someone who could break handcuffs barehanded.
• Not to mention, the kick that followed immediately after inflicted immense pain on him. He couldn't withstand it for even a moment, and like a small crayfish, he fell and curled up on the ground.
• “Pfft. Trash.” Chadwick disdainfully tossed aside the iron rod in his hand, his cold laughter echoing in the room.
• The commotion in the interrogation room was quickly noticed. In just a brief moment, four or five police officers, guns in hand, stormed into the room.
• When they saw Lawrence lying on the ground, they instinctively pointed their guns at Chadwick.
• Indeed, when faced with Chadwick, who had no influence, they suddenly carried out their duties with great professionalism.
• “Hands on your head and get down on the ground!” an experienced police officer barked loudly.
• “What's the matter? Are you planning to take me down directly?” Chadwick remained unfazed.
• The situation had become a stalemate. Chadwick stood motionless in his place, and the veteran police officer, after rescuing Lawrence, did not issue any further orders to Chadwick.
• Finally, after a few minutes, a robust voice broke the deadlock. “Everyone, stop!”
• As the sound echoed, a slightly overweight middle-aged man pushed through the crowd of police officers and entered the interrogation room.
• The newcomer was Zachary Jensen, the chief of the municipal police station. Not long ago, he had received a call from his immediate superior, Strico's top official, Winston.
• Subsequently, after spending a few minutes understanding the course of events, Zachary hurriedly made his way to the municipal police station.
• He glanced at the veteran police officer holding the gun, furrowed his brows, and said, “Who gave you permission to draw your gun in the police station?”
• “Chief Jensen, he—” The veteran police officer was about to explain, but the middle-aged man immediately waved him off, interrupting him.
• “Get out! D*mn it! These young ones are still too inexperienced and naive, but I can't believe a veteran like you is also equally clueless!” Zachary rebuked, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
• After Zachary uttered those words, not only the veteran police officer but even the other police officers present at the scene grimaced.
• They all realized that the man they were pointing their guns at, Chadwick, was not some ordinary individual without any influence. After all, if Zachary could reprimand his subordinates for the sake of a stranger, it was clear that the influence of that stranger was far beyond the reach of mere police officers.
• However, the police officers soon realized that they had still underestimated Chadwick.
• Before they even had a chance to leave, Zachary quickly strode over to Chadwick, extending his hand in a proactive gesture. “Hello, Mr. Woolley. I'm the municipal police station chief, Zachary Jensen.”