Who are those two traffic police officers 3

Victoria Garcia remained asleep in the car backseat, utterly exhausted, slumbering so deeply that there was no reaction at all.

Luckily, the rear seat of the car opened into a small long sofa, so it wasn't uncomfortable to sleep on.

Despite this, Arnold Johnson intentionally slowed down the car.

Thinking of how long she had been through him, Arnold couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

In the night, there's no light in Chloe Johnson's room.

She stood by the window, quietly gazing out at the night. In the bustling center of Metropolis, here is particularly quiet. The centennial old trees firmly rooted in the ground, their leaves gently swaying with the wind.

Chloe didn't know how long she had been standing like this.

The phone rang. She answered it. It was James.

"Young Miss, it was a failure," James said, somewhat uncomfortably, "I'm sorry."

"Okay, if it fails, try again next time," Chloe said lightly, but her fingers clenched tightly, bending slightly at the knuckles.