Chapter 739 A Report Call that Hits the Jackpot
At the police station, Detective Captain Mark sat in his office with a furrowed brow. Lately, he had been feeling immense pressure. A series of masked men had been breaking into homes and committing sexual assaults in the city. Nearly twenty women had fallen victim to these criminals, with many more likely not reporting for various reasons.
With direct orders from the higher-ups to solve the case within a deadline, Mark, as the head of the detective team, naturally became the lead investigator. Despite deploying numerous resources and conducting extensive searches in the county, he couldn't find any leads. The perpetrator seemed to have vanished into thin air.
In the end, Mark had to write a self-criticism report to the higher-ups to avoid disciplinary action. However, his image in the eyes of the superiors took a hit, jeopardizing his future promotions. Determined to prove himself, Mark was holding in his frustration, eager to turn the tables and show he was not incompetent.
But in this small county, there were no major cases to crack. Most incidents were just Youth scuffles or disputes, hardly requiring the involvement of the detective team. Mark browsed through the recent wanted posters sent from the city police department, thinking that if he could apprehend a few of the wanted criminals, he could at least earn a third-class merit.
Mark got up and walked over to the reception hall opposite his office, casually picking up a call log. He asked, "Any updates today?"
"Captain, nothing much, just some trivial matters and a false alarm," a pretty policewoman replied with a smile. "Captain, this job is so boring, no excitement at all. How about taking me along if there's a case someday?"
"Of course, don't you think I want to?" Mark rolled his eyes. Suddenly, his gaze fell on a call log from half an hour ago. Furrowing his brows, he asked, "Why wasn't this emergency call reported? The caller claimed to have spotted a wanted criminal and even left the license plate number."
"Captain, I feel like the caller wasn't an adult, more like a kid, and didn't leave a name. It might just be a prank," the policewoman remarked dismissively.
"Nonsense!" Mark's expression darkened. With his years of experience, he sensed something off about this call log. It could be a crucial lead. "Immediately pull up surveillance footage from all intersections. Find that car for me! Move, run!"
The city's main intersections were equipped with cameras linked to the traffic police's computers. Mark quickly accessed the surveillance footage from half an hour ago and indeed found the car. Though the footage was blurry, Mark could clearly identify the person sitting in the passenger seat as Bernard, the suspect recently wanted by the police.
"Damn, it's a big catch." Mark excitedly slammed the table, stood up tall, and headed towards the door. "All detectives, mobilize! Also, investigate that emergency call as soon as possible. Find out who made the call. I'll reward handsomely!"
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"Kevin, why are you here so late? We'll have to punish you!" In the cold drink shop outside West Gate, Laura handed four ice cream cones to Kevin with a smile. "You have to finish all four."
"What? So many." Kevin was taken aback by the four colorful ice cream cones in front of him. He rarely indulged in ice cream, not because he didn't like it, but mainly due to its cost. Each of these ice creams cost ten dollars, and he had only tasted them when visiting Albert's house.
"Kevin, we're not trying to make things difficult for you. Laura didn't know your favorite flavor, so she got one of each for you to try," Lucy chimed in.
Kevin couldn't tell the flavors apart by the end, but they were all sweet and icy, refreshing to the core.
"By the way, Kevin, where do you plan to go for the summer vacation?" Lucy, seeing Kevin devouring the ice cream, couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed like he was eating bread, not ice cream.
"I'll just stay home, do homework, and help my mom at the store. What about you two?" Kevin finished the four ice creams, feeling like he had plunged into an ice cellar, goosebumps rising on his arms.
"Well, my mom is planning to take me to Disneyland and maybe a trip to the Maldives if we have time," Lucy said, looking envious. "Laura is impressive, going to France or something."
"Really?" Kevin turned to Laura. "Laura, why go to Europe? It's so far, and the flight must be hours long."
"Well, there's an international youth music festival in Vienna. My mom wants me to experience the atmosphere beforehand since I might participate in competitions there in the future. It would be great to meet some maestros," Laura explained, her face blushing, fiddling with the strap on her dress, looking a bit nervous, a stark contrast to her usual confident self at school.
Kevin wasn't particularly interested in music festivals, but he was intrigued by the Netherlands. The country was known for its thriving sex industry, where all forms of adult entertainment were legal. Every city had strip clubs where patrons could enjoy pole dancing performances and even engage in passionate encounters with the dancers if interested. Amsterdam, the capital, was renowned for its red-light district, with rows of windows showcasing seductive women available for transactions. It was a paradise for men worldwide. If he ever had the chance to visit Europe, Kevin would love to explore the Netherlands. But he kept this desire to himself, knowing Laura and Lucy would likely view him as a pervert.
Kevin's thoughts drifted to his cousin Audrey. With Audrey's stunning looks, she must have been a school beauty during high school. He wondered if her breasts were as large back then. Even if they weren't, they were probably at least a C or D cup, quite impressive among high school girls. In his mind, a high school girl with D-cup breasts was a sight to behold, a typical combination of youthful appearance and ample bosom.
Despite Audrey being married for over three years, her childless state kept her looking youthful. If she were to wear a school uniform, she could easily pass for a senior high school student. If Audrey had been his classmate, and they sat together, he could spend his days just staring at her large breasts, a tantalizing thought.
"Kevin, my chest feels a bit sore. Can you check it for me?" Kevin was already fantasizing about Audrey in a blue and white school uniform, her large, round breasts slowly approaching him innocently, asking for a check-up. As the zipper on her clothes was slowly pulled down, her snow-white, full breasts gradually revealed themselves. The girl's breasts were fair and tender, large and peerless, resembling two towering peaks. The pink nipples at the top of the breasts, surrounded by pink areolas, were ripe like cherries, enticing and tempting.
"Kevin, you need to check me quickly." Audrey held her two snow-white breasts with her hands, the breasts bouncing lively, exuding elasticity that didn't seem like something a high school girl could possess.
Unable to resist the temptation, Kevin pounced, embracing the alluring large breasts, nibbling and biting them. Audrey moaned softly, gasping, "Kevin, we're still students. We can't do this."
But such words only fueled Kevin's desire further. He buried his head between Audrey's breasts, kissing and sucking, pinching and kneading with his hands, as if trying to pluck the enticing flesh balls.
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