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Chapter 1127: District 11th

Chapter 1127: District 11th

[District 11th Police Station.]

"Hey, officer! Officer!"

The officers in the precinct sighed heavily as they looked at each other. The woman they locked up had been very loud as if she hadn’t lost even a tiny bit of her energy in screaming for hours.

"Officer!!!"

"I got it," said one of the officers, pushing himself up from his desk. He marched toward the jail where they had been keeping offenders for the time being.

The officer stood arrogantly in front of the metal bars, looking at the woman with disinterest. "What is it this time?"

"I need to pee."

"Pee?" the officer almost laughed in ridicule. "That over there. You can pee."

"You want me to pee in front of these people?!"

The officer sighed once more, staring down at the woman who was rattling the bars aggressively. "I told you. Behave yourself and you might save yourselves from heading to the regional prison. Keep making a ruckus, and I’ll see to it you’re not getting out of here tonight."

"Hah! Behave myself?" the woman laughed in mockery. "Officer, do you know who I am?"

"Yes, and I also know why you’re here."

"Then what makes you think I’d fall for such a lie?" The woman moved her face closer and dawdled. "You’re going to regret this, officer. Have you heard the name Hera Cruel? Once my people come here, you’re dead. Not just you, but your entire family, friends, and everyone who knows you." She sneered and spit at him.

"I hope you know how to beg." The woman pushed herself away from the metal bars, smirking triumphantly.

The officer, on the other hand, just raised his brows and wiped the spit on his face. He simply shrugged and went back to his desk, keeping the fluid in his palm while rummaging through his drawers.

"You should wash your hands," said one of the police. "Who knows what kind of disease that woman has?"

"That’s for later," the officer replied, taking out a stashed swab in his drawer. "Her DNA is much more important."

"Oh..." the other officer rocked their heads in understanding.

"Is it really safe to keep her in jail?" Suddenly, a female officer raised a question. "Considering she’s on the list of the most dangerous people in the world... she should have her own cell."

"That is if we had an extra one." One of the detectives in the precinct commented as he came into the office. "Keeping her locked up for the next hour until the Interpol arrives is our safest bet."

"She’s driving an army tank," another officer remarked. "God knows what could happen in that one hour."

"I already requested assistance from the other station." This time, the captain reassured his men. "They’d be here any minute. For now, Officer Park, you should take a break."

"Captain."

"She threatened you," the captain stressed. "You cannot disregard any type of threat. Considering this threat came from that woman, we have to take it seriously."

The officer sighed heavily, glancing at his colleagues. "But since I’m already in a death sentence, I should be the one to deal with her."

"Park."

"She’ll keep throwing tantrums and someone had to tend to her," the officer argued. "She can’t do anything if the Interpol arrives on time and keeps her custody. Just an hour."

Silence briefly reigned in the office, looking at each other. As much as they hated it, their colleague was right. Dealing with Hera Cruel wasn’t easy. To be fair, it was quite intimidating. Considering how all the emergency bells in the police department and international departments rang the moment they arrested Hera Cruel.

"Also, I find it strange." Officer Park sanitized his hands after securing Hera’s DNA. "Why would she drive an army tank in the streets, knowing she would get arrested?"

"She’s Hera Cruel," his colleague answered nonchalantly. "She does many things and gets away from it. She probably thinks she could get away from this too."

"And that’s the point." The same Officer Park argued. "Why make such a bold move? Unless she wants to be arrested?"

"We got no idea what goes in a monster’s mind," another officer, who was busy on his computer, remarked. "How can we understand the mind of a monster? Don’t waste time trying to understand the devil when we already know what a devil could do."

Most of them nodded in agreement, knowing they could only sigh in relief once those who could contain Hera Cruel arrived. They just had to be patient and wait until then.

"Officer! Officer!"

Their faces crumpled once more when they heard the same annoying voice they had to listen to for hours. Some could only shake their heads, while the rest cast Officer Park and the Captain a look. But before any of them could indulge in the crazy in the jail, they heard another detainee speak.

"You are so damn fucking loud. Do you have a speaker in your mouth?"

The officers looked at each other and instantly knew this wouldn’t end well. Hence, Officer Park and Detective George rushed to the cell before anything could break out. But when they arrived, the woman whom they knew as Hera Cruel was already berating the other woman.

"What did you say?" Hera Cruel slowly turned around, eyes falling on the other woman who had been sleeping in the corner of their cell. "Did you just... insult me?"

The other woman carefully sat up, resting her arm on her bent knee. When she turned her head, her sharp phoenix eyes glinted.

"Yeah. It’s true though." She then lazily glanced at the officer outside. "Officer, can’t you shut this woman up? I’ve been trying to sleep, but she kept —"

The woman couldn’t finish her sentence as the other woman lunged at her. The latter kicked the woman violently, jumping on her as she threw punches at her. All the woman — the one who called out Hera Cruel — could do was to block her head and face from the attacks.

"Let’s get her out of there!" Officer Park panicked, took his keys, and unlocked the cell.

The two officers tried to break the women apart. Hera Cruel was aggressive and so it took some time for them to contain her. They even had to cuff her in the metal bar just to stop her from attacking others, while they took the other woman out just to be safe. After all, most of the detainees were only there for petty crimes. Compared to Hera Cruel, the others were harmless.

"Hey, you bitch!" Hera Cruel yelled. "Come here. I’m going to kill you!"

Officer Park looked back at Hera Cruel and sighed. Shifting his eyes to the other detainee, he sighed at the sight of blood in her nose.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you?" the woman answered sarcastically, her hand on her upper lips. "My nose is bleeding."

Officer Park sighed for the third time, assisting the woman back to their office to see her charges. Perhaps, to tend to her nosebleed too. Thinking this woman was harmless, he allowed her to stay in the officer’s office until they cleared her and probably release her early. After all, they finally realized they should focus on Hera Cruel until the Interpol arrived.