She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 26 Hanging Corpse Streetlight

As night deepened, the number of pedestrians dwindled.

The main road in front of the Upper East Side Police Station gradually became deserted.

The two guards standing at the gate were overcome with drowsiness and both of them started to doze off.

A strange shadow suddenly flashed across the previously empty street. The figure did not appear tall, but it was very burly.

The dozing guard was suddenly awakened by loud footsteps. Startled, he immediately raised his sidearm and shouted, "What do you mean?"

"Who? Who's there?"

Another guard was also awakened, and groggily raised his sidearm, his sleepy eyes scanning the empty street—

"ah--"

The screams shattered the silence of the night, soaring over the high walls and carrying as if on wings into the square building of the police station.

Jolina, who was in the archives, suddenly looked up. Hearing the scream, she quickly got up and went to the window.

Jolina pushed open the window of the archives room and leaned out to look outside.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance of the police station, and many people were rushing across the yard to the gate.

Jolina realized something might have happened. Could it be Anastasia? How could she have acted so quickly?

Thinking of this, Jolina hurriedly left the archives and walked quickly down the long corridor.

The police station suddenly became noisy at night. The stairs and corridors were filled with police officers peeking and questioning people, and some people, like Jolina, hurried downstairs.

Jolina ran down the stairs and jogged across the spacious courtyard, finally arriving at the gate.

"What happened?" Jolina asked.

"It's Inspector Dupont!" the guard replied in alarm.

Not only the guards looked terrified, but most of the other police officers at the gate also looked frightened.

Jolina looked in the direction the guard was pointing and saw Le Bon Dupont's obese body hanging from a street lamp across the street.

Senior Inspector Le Bon Topon of the Operations Division is dead!

One end of a thick hemp rope was looped around his neck, and the other end was tied to a street lamp facing the police station entrance.

Du Pang's pig-like head drooped, his face was bloodless, and his arms hung limply at his sides, with drops of blood dripping from them.

Jolina was astonished. She knew Anastasia would take action, but she hadn't expected Anastasia to act so quickly and ruthlessly.

Just look at the other police officers around them; they were all terrified by this shocking scene, their faces ashen. Some of the more timid ones were even trembling all over, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

Although LeBon Dupont was a greedy fellow and a despicable bastard, he was still a senior detective in the Upper East Side Police Department. He was murdered in such a gruesome manner, and his body was even hung from a street lamp. How could the ordinary police officers not be terrified!

Even the lawless gangsters in the old city wouldn't treat a senior detective this way. This is the new city! A new city with a large police force!

The officers were horrified, as if a deadly female ghost lurked in the night, ready to take their lives at any moment.

"Put Du Pang down now!"

A loud voice rang out behind them; it was Gregory Barnes, the head of the operations department.

Barnes wasn't particularly tall, but he was very muscular, and his bushy beard gave him an imposing and authoritative air, making him appear quite powerful.

Upon hearing the order from the operations chief, the officers dared not delay. Several of them hurriedly ran across the wide street, but when they reached the streetlights, they encountered a problem.

The streetlights were very high; even with their arms outstretched, the crowd could only touch Le Bon Dupont's toes. Given the height and Dupont's terrifying weight, it was difficult for the crowd, who lacked the strength, to put him down.

"Get a ladder, hurry and get a ladder."

The first fulcrum of human civilization is tools; as long as you bring a ladder, the problem will naturally be solved.

The ladder didn't come, but Jolina walked over and pointed to a police officer under a streetlamp, saying, "Hey, bend your legs and let me use them for a bit."

The police officer nodded blankly and bent one leg as the detective instructed.

Jolina stepped on the officer's bent leg, leaped high into the air, and swiftly sliced ​​through the rope binding Du Pang with her sharp dagger.

With a muffled thud, Le Bon Dupont's body fell to the ground. Fortunately, the street was clean, so no dust was kicked up.

At this moment, the operations chief, Barnes, also came over. He glanced at Dupont's body and, without needing a forensic examination, knew that Dupont had suffered inhuman torture before his death.

"You," Barnes said, pointing at Jolena, "you come with me."

After saying that, Barnes crossed the road and walked back to the police station.

Jolina could roughly guess why the action section chief wanted to see her, but she wasn't afraid at all.

"Hurry up and collect the body, do you want those damn reporters to find out!" She said loudly on purpose, making sure it could reach Barnes' ears.

The officers knew they couldn't let Le Bon Dupont lie dead in the street; the Upper East Side Police Department couldn't afford that kind of embarrassment. But the officers, pale as death and trembling like leaves, were simply unwilling to touch Dupont's body.

Le Bon Dupont's hands and feet were a bloody mess, all his fingernails were gone, and his body was limp and mushy like a puddle of mud. Dark red blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his ribs and sternum were probably broken.

Jolina ignored them and crossed the road on her own, returning to the police station.

Inside the police station, news of Du Pang's gruesome death spread like wildfire among the officers on the night shift, some horrified, others filled with guilt.

You can never hide fire with paper; everything leaves a trace.

The officers on the night shift began to speculate whether Le Bon Dupont had been targeted by Montague in retaliation.

The previous night, the police department redeployed a large number of officers, leaving the area near Riverside Boulevard undefended. As a result, Mike Montagu was attacked, and many officers in the department knew about it.

This is all thanks to Jolina's publicizing of the incident. If she hadn't brought back four mutilated corpses late at night, and if she hadn't annoyed the officers on the night shift, the conflict between the police station and Montague wouldn't have become common knowledge.

Tonight, Senior Detective Inspector Le Bon Dupont was found dead in the street. Everyone knows how he died and who killed him—Montague, it must have been Montague's revenge.

For a time, everyone in the police station was on edge. Even the senior detective was dead, which showed how crazy Montague was. What were they going to do with their small fry?

Those involved, in particular, fear that Montagu's retaliation might fall on them next.

As Jolina walked down the stairs, she heard the murmurs around her. Du Pang's tragic death had shocked many people, and this was good news that would make the police station more cautious.

However, this is also bad news. As the saying goes, "When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves," and "When the lips are gone, the teeth are cold." Dupont's tragic death may also make those who want to target Montague even more united in their hatred.

Whether LeBon Dupont's tragic death was good or bad, Jolina couldn't make a judgment in a short time. She could only choose to believe Anastasia and that the private detective in the Old Town must have his reasons for doing so.

Before she knew it, Jolina had arrived at the Action Section's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Barnes' voice came from inside the door.

Jolena pushed open the office door and walked in. Barnes was a very assertive superior, but Jolena wasn't afraid at all.

The stunningly beautiful detective had already decided to be at odds with the police department, and it was she who leaked the information about Le Bon Dupont. What's the use of being afraid now?

"Joyce," Barnes said sternly, his eyes piercing, "this is your revenge. You are declaring war on the police department, declaring war on the entire police system."

The Upper East Side Police Station does not represent the entire police system.

That's what Jolina thought in her heart, but she couldn't say it out loud. She could do the thing, but she absolutely couldn't admit it.

"I don't understand what you're saying, sir," Jolina said curtly. She wasn't from the operations department, so don't try to fool her!

"Do you think I'm a fool, or do you think you're the only smart one?!" Barnes glared at Jolene, his eyes seeming to devour her. "Joyce, are you trying to go down with Montague?"

Not everyone in the police station knew about Jolena and Mike's relationship, but Barnes had known about it for a long time.

"I don't understand what you're saying, sir." Jolena adopted a tough stance, refusing to acknowledge whatever Barnes said.

"Fine, very well." Gregory Barnes laughed angrily. "Do you think that just because someone's protecting you, I won't dare touch you?"

Jolina laughed and said, "I don't know why you want to take action against me, sir. Did I do something wrong? Please enlighten me, sir!"

The atmosphere in the section chief's office was terrible.

Gregory Barnes cut to the chase, saying he was furious at Montague's retaliation and that his authority had been challenged.

Jolena Joyce played dumb, refusing to acknowledge anything Barnes said. She told him to either kill her right there in the police station or shut up.

"You're the one who brought those four bodies back to the police station," Barnes said.

"I received a report from Mr. Montague, who said he saw four bodies on his way home."

Jolene looked at Barnes with utmost sincerity and continued, "We received a report from a citizen, and the detective rushed to the scene. Is there a problem, sir?"

No problem, absolutely no problem. The Upper East Side Police Department should award Inspector Joyce a certificate of merit for her dedication to her work.

Jolena's answer could only fool those who didn't know the inside story. Mike saw four corpses on his way home, and coincidentally, there wasn't a single police officer in that area. What a coincidence!

"You've known Mike Montagu for years, you could even say you grew up together," Barnes continued, unfazed by Jolena's response.

"Is there a problem?" Jolina asked, looking bewildered. "Mr. Montague encountered four gruesome corpses and, in his fear, sought help from a friend who happens to be a police detective. Is there a problem, sir?"

Jolina, pretending to be ignorant, kept calling him "sir," which only made Gregory Barnes more annoyed.

Barnes decided to get straight to the point; he didn't want to beat around the bush anymore.

"It was that private investigator named Anastasia Angel who did it, wasn't it? Hand her over," he said. "I can forgive you for your offense."

"I don't understand what you're saying, sir!" Jolena's mouth was as stubborn as a dead duck. No matter what Barnes said, she just wouldn't admit it. If he had the guts, he could slap the evidence in her face.

Without feigning politeness or testing the waters, Jolene Joyce chose the approach that infuriated Gregory Barnes the most.

"Good, very good, excellent! You can report to the old town now."

Despite his fury, Gregory Barnes did not directly attack Jolene.

A transfer order sent Jolena Joyce to the Old City, where someone would take care of her; Barnes wouldn't need to lift a finger.

This is the most common way the New Town Police System suppresses dissent, and it is also the rule that everyone tacitly agrees on: the winners stay in the New Town, and the losers are sent to the Old Town with no chance of promotion.

Just as Qiao Lina was about to speak, a loud bang was heard as the section chief's office door was kicked open.

"Jolina is my person. Where are you transferring her without my permission?"