"So this is a sketch of the perpetrators of Shinhan and Chicago’s bank robbery. Their group numbered five people. These two short haired guys were the executioners, the ones who would empty the bank vault and take the money away. While the rest, they served as guards who would protect their two friends who were in action to empty the bank vault. So have you understood your assignment for today?” Selena asked firmly. All members of division two nodded in unison and immediately got ready to make an ambush towards Chicago’s bank. "Selena, the robbers detained all bank customers and bank employees because the police surrounded them. We have to get there immediately to rescue the hostages,” reported Aimee in a hurry. Selena nodded in understanding and immediately ordered the other agents to prepare the weapons they would need. “Are you guys already wearing bulletproof vests? I'm afraid there will be a shootout there," said Selena reminded. All her juniors nodded and they walked togeth

“You spoiled bastard! You really are a sly Austin." Aimee exclaimed annoyed at Austin who was smiling happily because he was being fed by Selena. A few minutes ago he had regained consciousness and the doctor said there wasn't any head injury to worry about. His head only had external injuries and in the next few days he would recover. Feeling pity, Selena also offered to feed Austin which he immediately agreed with enthusiasm. “You son of a bitch, you must be jealous of me because you can't get it from any man.” Austin replied arrogantly as he chewed his food eagerly. Selena who saw a small fight between her juniors could only smile a little because they sometimes looked like a child when not on duty. “Selena, doesn't your arm hurt? I'll eat it myself if you feel sick." Austin finally said because he saw the white bandage wrapped around Selena's right arm. Selena shook her head slightly and fed Austin a piece of roast beef. "I'm fine, I've felt more painful than this." "You do

Cigarette smoke soared high into the air creating tiny clumps that swirled over the dark, empty room. A man in an expensive suit was sitting proudly smoking his cigar with pleasure. Lately, justice enforcers have often interfered with their business activities, which have always been safe from the sniffles of these naive law enforcers. However, for some reason, lately they have often interfered with their business by conducting sudden inspections before the ships containing their logistics goods are dispatched to several countries in Asia and Europe. "Uncle." The man looked up and found his nephew walking into his dimly lit room. The nephew seated himself in front of him, pouring scotch into his tall clear glass. "What's the need for you to come here so late, do you have a problem?" the man asked calmly. It was as if he could read his nephew's demeanor who would definitely come to see him when he had a problem. "Ah, uncle always knows what's going on with me. Actually this is a pr

An hour after the murder, the agency office where Selena worked became full of police lines and several reporters looking for news. They all gathered in front of the agency to wait for Jesse McLean, as the owner of the agency to clarify what happened in his office. But as if deliberately hiding himself, Jesse McLean seemed reluctant to meet the reporters and he chose to hide in his room while waiting for the results of the investigation team. Meanwhile, Selena and her teammates immediately moved to evacuate the victims and look for evidence that might still be inside the building. According to the security officers, all the crew on duty today are still inside, and they haven't gone out anywhere except to go to the restaurant, across the street to buy some food. So Selena concluded that the perpetrator of Jessica's murder was still in the office along with the evidence of the murder. “Daniel, have you found anything regarding the victim's death?” Selena asked while squatting next to

“Oh my God, why was I so careless and left my glasses in the model waiting room, when the room must be sterile because Jessica just got killed there. But I have to still take my glasses because I can't see clearly without them." Violet muttered frantically as she stepped alone into the quiet hallway of her office. This afternoon Violet returned to the office where she worked because she forgot her minus glasses that were left on the dressing table. Even though this afternoon the police had put a yellow line around the scene of the murder, but she had no other choice but to take it because it was the only glasses she had. After all, she had already asked the security guard at the front for permission, so she could break through the police line a bit to just pick up the glasses she left behind. Arriving in front of the model waiting room, Violet felt the hairs on her neck stand up. This afternoon the agency was really quiet because all the workers were sent home early because the poli