Henry Carter immediately noticed the police lights on the motorcycle and instantly understood what was happening. He couldn’t help but give a bitter smile—he seemed to have been misunderstood.

The policewoman propped up the motorcycle stand and swung her long legs straight as she dismounted. Such a simple action was full of grace, making Henry Carter's eyes light up.

She walked around the front of the bike and came to Henry Carter's driver-side window, knocking on it with a cold sneer.

Henry Carter helplessly rolled down the window and looked up, saying, “Officer, what’s the matter?”

The policewoman was very tall, at least 1.7 meters, with healthy, wheat-colored skin and a slender figure. Her crisp police uniform gave her a unique charm. From Henry Carter’s upward angle, he could see her chest rising high beneath her collar, stretching the fabric tight, making Henry Carter stare in a daze.

So big, at least a 36C!

The allure of a uniform!

Staring at that prominent curve, Henry Carter’s gaze unconsciously grew a bit heated. Ever since that incident over half a year ago, when he lost control and slaughtered over a hundred elite foreign operatives, his self-control seemed to have dropped a lot—especially when it came to women.

Natalie Scott was about to speak when she suddenly noticed where Henry Carter was looking. Her face instantly grew even colder. She kicked the car door hard and shouted sternly, “What are you looking at? Get out of the car!”

With a dull thud, Henry Carter felt the whole car shake. He shuddered inside—great, his left car door was probably dented now. This chick might be a cop, but she was way too violent.

A few passersby nearby were startled by the scene, stopping to watch from a distance and whispering among themselves.

For the sake of his car, Henry Carter quickly opened the door and got out. He glanced at the door—sure enough, it was dented just as he’d thought. He couldn’t help but feel a bit angry. So what if he glanced at her chest? Did she really have to kick his car?

You walk around with such a big chest all day, but people aren’t allowed to look?

Just because you’re a cop, you can kick people’s cars whenever you want?

Henry Carter had just turned his head and hadn’t even had a chance to speak when Natalie Scott grabbed his wrist, twisted it sharply, and pressed him against the car. Henry Carter instinctively struggled, managing to push himself up a bit, but then felt a surge of strength from the policewoman’s hand, slamming him back against the door.

“Don’t move! I now suspect you’re an accomplice of the motorcycle snatch-and-grab gang that just fled!”

Natalie Scott shouted sternly, pressing Henry Carter harder against the car as she reached into his clothes.

Henry Carter was furious. He suddenly flexed his arm, and a wild, domineering force burst out, flinging Natalie Scott off him. He turned to face her and snapped, “What are you groping for?”

Natalie Scott felt a powerful force the moment Henry Carter moved, and before she could react, she was thrown off. Shocked, she instantly drew the gun from her waist, aimed it at Henry Carter, and shouted, “Don’t move! Move again and I’ll blow your head off!”

Henry Carter froze. This policewoman was crazy—she actually pulled a gun!

And threatened to blow his head off?

If he were just an ordinary person, he’d probably be scared out of his wits by this violent chick.

Natalie Scott saw Henry Carter freeze and thought she’d intimidated him, feeling a bit more at ease. Just now, when Henry Carter exerted his strength, a terrifying aura had suddenly surged from him, like a fierce beast baring its fangs. The feeling made Natalie Scott feel a wave of fear, which she found utterly humiliating.

After all, she had been the captain of the Zhonghai SWAT team, and hand-to-hand combat was her specialty. She prided herself on being unmatched in Zhonghai, but just now, she had clearly felt fear!

Who exactly was this guy?

Could he be a wanted fugitive?

Natalie Scott gripped her gun with her right hand, keeping it trained on Henry Carter, while her left hand reached for his chest, trying to find his wallet and check his ID.

Facing the gun, Henry Carter frowned slightly. “I’ve seen a lot of police officers, but I’ve never seen one like you…”

Natalie Scott’s hand had already reached into Henry Carter’s blazer pocket and found his wallet. She sneered, “One like me? What am I like?”

Henry Carter glanced at the crowd of onlookers, shrugged, and grinned, his smile full of undisguised mockery. “I know I’m handsome, manly, and in good shape, but I never thought I’d be so attractive that a policewoman would pull a gun and frisk me all over…”

Frisk me all over?

Natalie Scott felt her temples throb. Looking at that grinning face, she really wanted to smash it with her gun butt to wipe that smile off. But with so many people watching, and even some recording with their phones, she didn’t dare. Otherwise, tomorrow the internet would be flooded with news about her…