The current miserable situation is because another Officer Howard has also taken action.

Boss, Sir Howard!

He sent Steven Clark to investigate the case, but Steven Clark went off to chase girls instead, even tried to steal his own teammate’s girlfriend. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he simply unleashed his years of training with the Iron Palm and the Deadly Scissor Kick.

Steven Clark, known as the number one killer of the Flying Tigers, was like a child in front of him, unable to put up any resistance at all.

It was only at that moment that Steven Clark realized his own boss was truly a master.

After the beating, Sir Howard gave a three-day deadline to solve the case, or else Steven Clark would be kicked out.

Under immense pressure, Steven Clark was on the verge of depression. He suspected the case was related to Franklin Grant, but he had no evidence, not even a reliable lead.

“Uncle David, get ready tonight. We’ll lure the tiger out of the mountain, then sneak into the tiger’s den to look for clues at Franklin Grant’s lair.”

“No way, Sir Clark, I’m still young!”

David Carter’s face turned dark at these words. This was exactly why he hadn’t dared to reveal any information—Steven Clark was reckless and unafraid of death, but he himself wasn’t ready to die yet!

“Cut the nonsense, my mind is made up. That’s final.”

“No, please…”

Seeing there was no room for negotiation, David Carter hesitated, then finally revealed the biggest clue: the location where Franklin Grant hid his guns.

“When did you find out?”

Steven Clark widened his eyes, almost dying of anger on the spot.

“A while ago… No, I just found out yesterday, didn’t have time to tell you.” David Carter protected his vital parts, put some distance between them, and stood three meters away.

“You, you, you… Forget it, we’ll act tonight.”

Steven Clark snorted coldly, too lazy to expose the lie. He grabbed the long-faced David Carter, telling him to quickly leave any last words with Jack Linton, in case he died with regrets.

“Guys, now that we have a lead, there’s no need to risk your lives alone.”

Jack Linton, who had been silent, finally spoke: “Tell Sir Howard about this. He’ll definitely send someone to help you. After all, he’s the one most anxious about this case.”

He remembered clearly that when Steven Clark and David Carter snuck into Franklin Grant’s hideout, they did find the guns, but David Carter lost them, leaving only a meme of ‘I haven’t even gotten on the bus yet.’

Although things turned out fine in the end, with a happy ending, times have changed and no one can guarantee there won’t be any surprises.

Jack Linton didn’t want to see the two of them recklessly charge in. There were many ways to solve a problem, such as the time-honored tactic of calling for backup.

“No way, this case can’t be handled openly. Even if the boss knows, he won’t send anyone. Otherwise, where would his lifelong reputation go?”

Steven Clark and David Carter shook their heads in unison.

“Don’t jump to conclusions. How do you know if you don’t try?”

“You’re right, maybe… we should try!?”

“Let’s try then!”

……

Night fell, the moon was dim.

A drab little sedan crept forward, turning off its headlights and moving slowly along the river.

Jack Linton was driving, David Carter sat in the passenger seat, and in the back were Steven Clark and the expert sent by Sir Howard.

Just as Jack Linton expected, after receiving the call, Sir Howard sent the police station’s ace—himself.

The Deadly Scissor Kick returned to the scene.

As for why Jack Linton was there, he didn’t want to be, but someone had to drive and keep watch. With limited manpower, he was pulled in at the last minute.

“Jack Brooks, the three of us are putting our lives in your hands. Don’t you dare drive off and leave us.”

“Relax, I don’t even have a license. Without you three to back me up, I wouldn’t dare drive off on my own!”

（￣□￣（￣□￣（￣□￣；）

“What the hell, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Chaos erupted in the car, and the three of them all exclaimed in relief that nothing had happened on the way—it was a blessing from above.

“You guys never asked!”

“……” x3

Chapter 12: Since We’re Here

Steven Clark and David Carter were left speechless, and even Sir Howard learned for the first time that Jack Linton could be so unreliable.

Upholding the fine tradition of China, the three unanimously agreed: since we’re already here, what else can we do? Let’s just go with it!

The sedan arrived near the destination. Sir Howard opened the trunk and armed himself and Steven Clark to the teeth. The strategy was to go in quietly and come out quietly.

If they were discovered, he and Steven Clark would be the main force, while David Carter would provide cover.

Everything was ready, and the three of them crouched low and carefully snuck in.

Franklin Grant’s gun stash was in a remote parking lot, mostly filled with trucks in the wilderness, far from the city and with few people around.

The lookouts were all Franklin Grant’s trusted men, armed with guns, so this operation was extremely risky—almost like charging into an ambush.

It had to be said that Sir Howard was quite clever, spreading the news that Old Walker was in a vegetative state, giving Franklin Grant peace of mind.

Of course, Franklin Grant wasn’t stupid. Even after hearing the news, he wasn’t reassured and sent people to the hospital to check. He personally confirmed that Old Walker was still unconscious and wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.

Better safe than sorry, Franklin Grant didn’t dare move the truck with the guns, only told his men to be extra vigilant and watch out for any suspicious people nearby.

But these gang members weren’t professionals and had no training—how could they tell who was suspicious?

Especially in a parking lot like this, with people coming and going, everyone looked suspicious if you thought about it.