The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 55 - 55 55 Trust

55: Chapter 55: Trust 55: Chapter 55: Trust Helen Wilson knew she was being harsh, but seeing James Brown’s innocent face only fueled her irritation.

If it were really about subduing a criminal, that would be one thing, but James wasn’t a criminal at all, so she felt like she was swallowing a bitter pill.

How could she be in a good mood or keep her temper while looking at him?

“Name?” Helen Wilson pulled out a notebook, her face stern.

James Brown slowly moved to the couch and sat down, saying, “Officer Wilson, do you really need to talk like that?

It sounds like you’re interrogating a criminal.”

“Cut the chit-chat and cooperate with my work.”

“Alright, alright, I get it—civil cooperation.

My name’s James Brown, 26 this year.”

“Hand over your ID card.”

James complied quite well this time, meekly handing over his ID.

Helen Wilson examined it thoroughly before returning it, asking, “How long have you been living here?”

“Three months.”

“What did you do before?”

“Hmm, where do you work now?”

“I work in the logistics department at JYPP Region Company.”

After asking these questions, Helen Wilson nodded and turned to James again, asking, “Why do you have lock-picking tools like that?”

James grinned and said, “I just like these little gadgets.”

“I’m warning you—it’s fine to like them, but if there’s a break-in around here, you’ll be my first suspect.”

James’s eyes widened, “Seriously?”

“Definitely.” Helen Wilson finished and pushed the door open, walking out to start questioning Emily Jenkins.

But questioning Emily went quickly because as she answered, she kept smiling at Helen, her gaze indescribably flirtatious, which Helen found unbearable.

Once Helen left, Emily immediately came over and knocked on James’s door.

As she entered, she burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?

Is it really that hilarious?” James glared at Emily unhappily.

Emily tried to hold back her laughter and stuck out her tongue.

“I’m really unlucky.

I wanted to open the door for you, but who would have thought it’d be a cop who doesn’t ask any questions before arresting people?

I suffered all because of you, and now you’re laughing at me?

You’re really heartless.”

“Sorry, it’s my fault.

But Big Brother Brown, could you really have opened my door?”

“Of course I could.

I was about to tell you not to call a locksmith, but you ran off before I could catch you.”

“I really didn’t hear you.

Well, Big Brother Brown, please go open the door for me quickly.

The locksmith said it’s going to take a long time to get here.”

“Alright, I’ll open your door.” James shook his head, guiding Emily to her apartment door.

Pretending it was a struggle, he fumbled for five to six minutes before finally getting the door open.

“Wow!

Big Brother Brown, you’re not a thief, are you?” Emily didn’t enter right away but stared at James in amazement.

James glared, saying, “You girl, I never should have helped you.

I just got wrongly accused by a cop and now you’re saying this—I really can’t do good deeds anymore.”

Emily stared blankly at James for a while before clenching her fists and exclaiming excitedly, “Big Brother Brown…

you must be a master thief, right?”

James was speechless and tapped on Emily’s head, saying, “What master thief?

I help you open your door and you call me a thief.

That’s really low.”

Emily rubbed her head and stuck out her tongue again, still puzzled, “But how did you open the door so easily?

With skills like that, breaking into houses would be a piece of cake.”

James raised his hand again, and Emily quickly gasped and darted into the room, pouting, “Don’t hit me—my brain’s slow as it is.

If you hit me more, it’ll get even slower.”

James let out a snort of laughter and said, “You admit you’re slow?”

“Hehe, I’m not very slow.

Come on, Big Brother Brown, tell me how you do it!”

“Hold on, I haven’t even closed my door yet.” James knew he could forget about sleeping tonight.

Did Emily really trust him this much?

Was he that harmless, or did he not look like a man?

Wasn’t she afraid that if she were too casual with him, he’d take advantage of her?

Perhaps fearing James wouldn’t come over, Emily actually followed him to close the door and clung tightly to his arm, then pulled James back to her place.

In the living room, she pulled everything off the sofa and dragged James down to sit.

“Hey, there’s one more here.” James called out; the girl had only cared about clearing the sofa and had ignored the item he was holding.

James couldn’t help but burst into laughter as the earlier awkwardness vanished.

Emily soon came out, her face flushed, and stuck out her tongue, “Sorry, I forgot to tidy up.”

James shook his head, saying, “I wonder what kind of man could spend a lifetime with you.”

Emily sat next to James, giggling, saying, “It’s just a question of who’s the unlucky one.”

James laughed heartily, “You do know yourself well.”

Emily proudly said, “That’s right.

I’m not good at managing daily life, I’m sloppy, and though I haven’t lost myself, I’ve lost everything else.

Imagine how much worrying a guy would have to do if he married me.”

James found it even funnier, saying, “Alright, I have to hand it to you.”

After James finished speaking, Emily said enviously, “It must have been so cool.

I always wanted to go but never did.

It has always been a regret.”

James laughed again, saying, “If they had someone as scatterbrained as you in there, I wonder how long your platoon leader would last before fainting.”

The two chatted and laughed until it was past two in the morning.

James stood up to leave, but as he reached the door, Emily caught up with him, saying, “Big Brother Brown, just leave your keys at my place.”

“What for?”

“I’m afraid of losing my keys again, so if I leave a spare at your place, I won’t have to worry about not being able to get back in.”

“You trust me that much?

Aren’t you afraid I’ll sneak into your place when I’m bored and steal your stuff?”

Emily blinked and said, “With your skills, do you even need a key to get into my house?”

“I guess not.” James reluctantly smiled and took the keys, accepting this token of trust from Emily.