The Sin Hunter has reappeared?
George was momentarily stunned!
At the same time... he felt a surge of pure absurdity.
Why was it always Locke's car?
No. This time, even the kid himself had been snatched. What kind of fate was this?
A twisted one, clearly!
*Wee-woo, wee-woo!*
Fifteen minutes later.
The security captain in charge of the Star Tower frowned deeply, looking at Captain George Stacy, who had arrived fully armed. "Captain, there's something strange."
"Talk!"
"We found the surveillance of him forcing Mr. Broughton into the elevator, but we still can't figure out how the hell he got inside."
The security captain lowered his voice. "No one can enter this building without alerting us!"
George headed toward the surveillance room. Hearing this, he stopped and looked at the battle-hardened former SEAL. "The day before yesterday, he also managed to drive the car out without alerting any of you."
Security Captain: "..."
Well. That was the truth.
But...
After the incident two days ago, the security captain had run a series of simulations to find their vulnerabilities. But no matter how he simulated it, he was confident that even Secret Service agents couldn't have slipped into the Star Tower so silently.
Come on, the residents in this building were either extremely rich or incredibly powerful. The security measures were top-tier.
And...
There were so many cars in that garage more expensive than an Audi R8. Why did he target the R8 twice in a row?
Did the Audi company hire this guy to stage these major incidents as a form of advertising? A slogan like "The Assassin's Choice"?
That was just ridiculous.
...
In the Surveillance Room
Since the theft two days ago, the security company had worked overtime to get all the cameras fully operational.
"Look!"
An officer pointed to a corner of the rewinding footage. "He's coming out now."
George focused his eyes.
On the screen, the elevator doors in the underground garage opened. A man wearing sunglasses emerged, pointing a gun at Locke, who had his hands raised high.
Locke's expression seemed agitated, almost speechless, as if he were arguing about something.
But the man in sunglasses remained expressionless. He led Locke to the Audi R8, stood in front of him, and gestured with an open right hand.
Locke's lips moved again, and with an expression of utter helplessness, he pulled out his keys.
Then...
The man in sunglasses opened the trunk and gestured toward it with his gun.
Locke turned to run.
Then...
After Locke "magnificently" fainted, the man in sunglasses tossed him directly into the trunk.
George said grimly, "Send this footage to the precinct. Get a lip-reader on it."
"No need."
"What?"
A security guard stood up. "Our cameras can record audio."
George looked at the silent monitor.
The security guard walked over and fiddled with the settings. "Damn it, I bet the guy on the night shift was watching porn again and muted the sound."
George: "..."
Once the audio was restored, the footage came to life.
"Big brother, please, if you like the Audi R8 so much, I'll give you the money! Can't you just buy one for yourself?"
That was what Locke said as he was led out of the elevator at gunpoint.
"Didn't you drive my R8 before? Why did you need the keys this time?"
That was Locke's line when the man reached out his hand.
"A man can be killed, but he cannot be insulted!" This was Locke's dramatic declaration when he saw the man wanted him to lie in the trunk. He tried to bolt, but was promptly knocked unconscious and tossed inside.
The man in sunglasses didn't say a single word throughout the entire ordeal.
But... the silver "Dancer" in his hand left a deep impression on George. After all, George had once looked down the barrel of that very gun.
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
George snapped out of it and turned. Gwen was shouting from outside the surveillance room.
"Why are you here?"
"How is it? Did you find him?"
George looked at his terrified daughter and shook his head. "Don't worry. This guy never kills innocent people. Locke just happened to be... unlucky."
For some reason, George suddenly found himself agreeing with his wife Helen.
Thankfully, it was the Sin Hunter who had kidnapped Locke and stolen the car. If it had been any other assassin or kidnapper, George wouldn't have dared to be so optimistic.
But... Locke was truly cursed.
He'd heard Gwen say yesterday afternoon that Locke had finally gotten his plates on. From the time the plates were fixed until now, only twelve hours had passed.
Stolen again?
George comforted his daughter while his mind raced. "Don't worry. Luckily, the boy was smart enough to find an opening to call you. Inspector Beckett is outside—"
As he spoke, the police radio on George's chest crackled to life.
Amidst the sound of rushing wind, an officer in a helicopter circling Brooklyn spotted a car speeding through the streets. He signaled the pilot to follow while opening the channel: "Report! The missing vehicle is traveling along 23rd Street toward 45th in Brooklyn. Confirming license plate: *LKNB*. I repeat, confirming license plate *LKNB*!"
George's eyes lit up. "That's him! Notify all nearby units. Intercept immediately!"
"Understood!"
"Copy that."
"Roger."
Responses flooded the radio like a tide. George breathed a sigh of relief.
Gwen clutched her chest. "Locke..."
George gave her a quick hug. "Don't worry. We will save him. You head to school first."
Gwen shook her head. "No, Dad. I'm going with you."
"No!"
"Locke is my friend!"
"I said no!"
Was she joking?
George refused her request flatly. "The Sin Hunter might not kill innocents, but he is a criminal. And this time, he's a trapped criminal."
While the Sin Hunter hadn't killed an innocent yet, George had met him face-to-face. Even though he hadn't seen the man's eyes, he knew from the tone of his voice that if anyone truly blocked his path, he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
George gave a few quick orders to an officer nearby, then waved his hand to lead a swarm of police units, sirens wailing, toward Brooklyn.
Meanwhile!
Not far from the textile mill.
Locke looked up.
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