Chapter 257 My Girlfriend
His short hair fluttered in the air, making him appear even more noble and handsome.
Despite being plagued by illness for years, his dashing landing made it impossible to tell.
Especially since he landed on one knee, wearing leather gloves.
The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look like the youngest priest from the Middle Ages.
As soon as he landed, police officers began to appear in the surrounding mist.
They weren't driving ordinary cars; there were eight modified SUVs with blue markings, roaring loudly.
"What is going on?"
Clearly, the townspeople were panicking.
They had never seen such a scene before.
Even Salvador had never seen anything like this.
Such a scale was only seen on TV during cross-border arrests!
Ole's eyes twitched with unease, thinking of using the townspeople again.
The soldiers who got out quickly formed a surrounding formation.
Their speed was incredible, and their uniforms exuded an indescribable sense of authority.
The townspeople were instinctively fearful. "Ole."
"Don't be afraid. We're not ordinary civilians; we have merit." Ole firmly believed this, holding a badge as he approached the leading soldier.
"We are..."
Before he could finish, the stern-faced soldier pinned him to the ground!
The move was swift and precise!
Ole's face was pressed against the ground, still struggling. "You can't do this to me!"
"Ole, we are the Special Operations Group. We have received orders from higher-ups to ask for your cooperation in investigating some issues. Please cooperate with our work. Any resistance or incitement will be met with force."
Special Operations Group?
Ole knew more than the average person.
He wasn't afraid when Salvador came, even knowing that the injured person was from the Vanderbilt Family.
He had already thought of the argument that the law wouldn't punish the masses.
He planned to have his friends manipulate public opinion, ensuring he could at least save his life.
But now, upon hearing the words "Special Operations Group", he knew he was done for!
Why would the Special Operations Group handle a trafficking case?
Ole's face hurt from being pressed down, and he could only watch as Charles, dressed in a black suit, walked up to him.
Charles was exceptionally striking, with an innate noble aura that made his gaze feel cold and superior. He took off his gloves and handed them to an attendant, speaking in a calm tone, "Mr. Ole Spencer, your old friend asked me to pass on a message. You ruined him, and he wants me to deliver you to him."
"How do you know?" Ole was genuinely scared. Who exactly was Charles, and how did he know about his relationship with his friend? He hadn't even told his wife.
He had only mentioned that someone in Zelphoria would protect him.
As for who, he knew it was more convenient for him to act if he didn't say.
He let outsiders think he had no connections, while his friend could secretly manipulate many things.
Charles looked at him nonchalantly. "You trafficked my girlfriend. It's not excessive for me to investigate a bit. Ole, I'll take care of Harvey. You can rest in peace."
"You can't! I have merit. I have merit!" Ole shouted.
Charles's eyes were indifferent. "Then I'll take your badge. Do I need to remind you of the blood on your hands?"
These words made Ole's face turn pale!
Adeline stood nearby, listening with a slight smile.
She wondered why she hadn't noticed before how eloquent Charles was.
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