King's Back

The landlady watched as Jackson and Harry were taken away by the police. She felt very anxious, but she can't do anything about it.

She felt guilty. After all, they were taken away because they save her.

She had forgotten Jackson flirting with her, and now she just wanted him to come back safe and sound.

It took about ten minutes for them to arrive at the police station.

Jackson and Harry were taken to the interrogation room.

The room was only a few square meters, with a small window above the wall. The room was a bit dark with a monitor in the corner.

As soon as they arrived at the interrogation room, Harry voluntarily pulled up a chair for Jackson to sit down and helped Jackson to relax his back and legs.

“Jackson, don't worry. Just take a statement and we'll be out of here in a minute.”

Jackson was in no hurry. Dolcie won't leave during the day anyway, as long as he went back to Dolcy Corporate before he got off work.

“By the way, Jackson, do you smoke?” Harry remembered that Jackson smoked, so he looked for the cigarette in his pockets, but he forgot to bring a cigarette today.

Thereupon he walked to the door, and said to the police obsequiously, “Officer, do you have cigarette? Could you lend me one?”

The officer knew that Jackson had just hit four thugs, but he seemed to be at odds with the captain, so he was taken back to the station.

But knowing that these two people acted heroically saving the lady, the police gave them two cigarettes.

Harry said thank you and trotted over to light it for Jackson. When Jackson just took a puff, with a bang, the door opened and Sara walked in proudly, followed by a recording officer.

“Miss Sara, come on, how do you do. We meet again” Jackson gave a playful laugh.

Sara was grateful to Jackson for helping her crack the drug trafficking case.

But the better Jackson acted, the more she suspected Jackson was involved in the killing.

How could a young driver be so strong? He must be hiding some secrets.

A sense of mission and responsibility made Sara even more curious about Jackson.

be frivolous. Be

he cast a glance over her body and said in all seriousness, “Officer Sara, I advise you not to get angry so easily.

What?

each other. Was Miss Sara having her period? No wonder she had been so

something was wrong. How did this

was shocked, and her face suddenly

This is

You must have worked too hard and

limp, so you’d better go back to rest

said seriously, not like

he was right. Two cops can testify that Sara's left leg was injured on duty the

knew Miss Sara. Otherwise, how could he know so

business. What else do you know

rested on her hips, her

breasts were bigger than those of

your breasts are too big for this job, which increases the

at Sara’s

words were

wide open, and her depressed mood was

child, she dreamed of being a policeman with

so it was very inconvenient whether it was arresting fugitives or wearing police

every woman wanted was the last thing

affair all along, but

to go against me, right? So, I'm going

punched her fist against

be impulsive, Miss Sara. The monitor is

demerit for beating someone in the interrogation room

aggressively moved around the table, and wanted to punch Jackson

don't

stepped forward and stood in front of Jackson with a

show himself. If he behaved well, Jackson

“Get out of here.”

aside, then reached over