Chapter 12 Human Weapon_1

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"Hehe!" Yves King let out a bitter and self-mocking laugh, tilting his head in the cold wind to light a cigarette for himself. After taking a deep drag, he stared blankly at the small rings of smoke as they interacted, entwining and tangling with one another, until they gradually dissolved into the air. He shook his head and found some relief from the oppressive feeling that had been heavy in his heart. "What has happened to me?" Yves wondered humorously, feeling sentimental all of a sudden. The past is the past. There are many things that once missed, will be impossible to reclaim, like this street, the old houses over there, and so much more.

Once torn down, it's gone for good.

People can't live in their memories forever. Everything must be considered from a positive perspective. The newly paved road is a nice touch, at least it is clean, wide and open. Based on the location, a high-end community will definitely be built there. The people whose homes had to be demolished should also have received substantial compensation, by the way. In Sea City, it's rare for homeowners to suffer major losses during demolitions. Many people have become millionaires as a result. It's not a joke.

Shaking his head, he pushed away the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Streetlights cast a desolate white light. Yves King moved forward slowly, hoping to find a late-night snack shop. He hadn't walked more than a few dozen meters when he saw an entire row of new storefronts. His eyes scanned across them one by one. Suddenly, Yves stopped in his tracks, his gaze landed on a storefront with a small window carved out of a single room named 'Auntie Zimmer's Bakery'. Amidst the bustling shops, it wasn't noticeable, and the name was quite ordinary.

But it was precisely such an ordinary store that made him stop, his gaze slightly absent. On this street, there used to be an Auntie Zimmer's Bakery. However, it was a cart being pushed around by a couple to sell their baked goods. The pastries were very popular, but it wasn't to Yves King's taste. He didn't particularly enjoy the sweet and sticky dessert.

The reason why it remained a significant memory for him, was because out of his meager pocket money, a large portion of it spent on Auntie Zimmer's Bakery. Almost uncontrollably, he found himself standing in front of the pastry window. He paused and noticed a few girls buying pastries.

Yves's eyes darted into the shop, and saw a couple in their forties or fifties - one was making pastries, while the other was selling them. Their faces were somewhat familiar, although compared to their past selves, this couple had aged a lot. However, the peaceful contentment in their features was even more prominent than before.

"Auntie Zimmer, give me a date paste cake," Yves called out after the girls left the window. Many people thought it was the husband making the pastries who was Mr. Zimmer, but only those familiar knew that the boss lady's name was Zimmer.

"Alright, young man, you're in luck. This is the last date paste cake," Zimmer, whose face bore many wrinkles perhaps due to exhaustion, expertly packed the pastry and smiled at Yves, handing him the cake. "Oh? Sir, I don't recognize you. How do you know my name is Aunt Zimmer? Hehe, it's still the old price, eight Yuan."

Old price? He remembered it being two and a half last time. Yves King smiled, didn't say anything, and was about to pay and receive his order.

"Auntie Zimmer, give me a slice of date paste cake. I finally got off work after working overtime. I don't like eating instant noodles, and I'm starving. Your pastries taste the best, they are natural and don't contain any food coloring. Especially the date paste cake. It's sweet and sticky," a clear and efficient voice rang by Yves King's ear, strong and resolute.

"Ah, Officer Cade, it's been several days since you last came...Oh, there's no more date paste cake." Auntie Zimmer looked slightly taken aback, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Officer Cade, this gentleman just purchased the last piece. Would you like to try something else instead? We recently started making Kumquat jelly, sour and sweet, why don't you have a piece?"

"Ah?" Officer Cade couldn't hide her disappointment and called out, her eyes shifted to Yves King who was still holding out the ten yuan bill, ready to pay. Hurriedly, she said, "Sir, could you let me have this piece of date paste cake? I'll give you ten yuan for it."

Yves King looked back and indeed saw a female police officer. This female cop had a tall and slender figure, and her skin wasn't very white and shiny, but had the color of a healthy wheat, pure and somewhat glossy like ivory.

Just that image was enough to draw attention. What made people exclaim in admiration was that this policewoman had a very voluptuous figure. The straight and strict black police uniform added more vigor and gallantry to her.

Seeing her like this, like most men do, Yves King couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Even Yves, a man who had seen a lot of the world, had to admit that she was a rare beauty, a natural one with no signs of surgery or makeup.

For a striking beauty like her, it was common to receive glances from men. She was no different. Being stared at by men was completely normal, but being gawked at from top to bottom so directly, with eyes almost sparkling, was enough to stir her temper, which was already not so good. She could barely tolerate this kind of blatant lewd gaze when not in uniform, but when she was in her uniform, her patience dropped by several levels.

Fortunately, when she was in her uniform, there were hardly a few daredevils who blatantly ogled at her attractive figure.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was "holding hostage" a serving of the red date paste cake she loved, and given that her constant overtime had left her no time to get some herself, resulting in her craving it for several days. She could already have started flying into a rage and ready to give this man a hard time.

"Sir, could you perhaps transfer it to me?" He was looking at her in an unsettling manner, causing her temper to flare. Uncertain how much longer she could control her temper, she rudely interrupted him: "I'll pay ten yuan." Her tone was undeniably far from friendly.

It seemed as though she had interrupted Yves King's blatant ogling. He frowned, ignored her, and turned his head to say, "Auntie Zimmer, give me my change." His tone was firm and allowed no room for argument.

"Uh?" Auntie Zimmer glanced back and forth between the two uncertainly. Although she was more inclined to sell to Officer Cade, an old, regular customer, the unfamiliar-looking man who seemed like another regular customer had ordered first. After a brief hesitation, she reluctantly gave Yves King back two yuan in change.

Without so much as a second glance at the policewoman, Yves King picked up the still-warm cake, lowered his head, and turned to leave.

"Stop!" Officer Cade nimbly stepped forward, blocking Yves King's path. With an unhappy expression, she said: "Do you think you can just leave like that?"

"Is there a problem?" Yves King lifted his head slightly, looking at her calmly.

"Is there a problem? Yes, I'll have you know there's a big problem," she retorted. Officer Cade's eyes bore into Yves King as she scanned him from head to toe, her gaze reminiscent of the way she looked at a suspect: "Show me your ID."

"Why should I?" Yves King barely blinked, utterly unconcerned by her demand.

"Huh?" Officer Cade gave what seemed to be a gentle laugh: "You're challenging the police? The police are asking for your ID, and you dare to ask why? Present your ID obediently, don't obstruct me from carrying out my public duties, or else I'll slap cuffs on you and take you back to the station." As she spoke, her expression turned serious, a cruel smile playing about her lips as she thought, Let's see if you can keep your gaze steady when I don't get my red date paste cake.

Yves King, appearing entirely unruffled, lit a cigarette, his eyes squinting, "You've already clocked out."

"You…" Officer Cade's smile vanished instantly. Through gritted teeth, she declared, "As a police officer, it is my duty to prevent crime at any time, any place."

"As a police officer, you're off-duty, yet still in uniform, throwing your weight around because of a date paste cake, abusing the powers the public has given you." Yves King glanced at the police motorcycle parked by the roadside, a distinct look of contempt and disdain on his face, his voice filled with heartfelt emotion. "Moreover, you've also been using the police vehicle for personal use, infringing upon the rights of us, the public. What right do you have to call yourself a police officer? Have you forgotten the solemn oath you took when you entered the police academy? Have you forgotten the noble ideals you held when you joined the force? I despise you, deeply and without reservation."

Officer Cade's face slowly paled with anger, her gaze burning fiercely. She glared at him, taking several deep breaths, forcibly resisting the urge to wrestle him to the ground. Although his words had stoked her temper to the brink of explosion, she couldn't help but acknowledge that there was some truth to his words when she set aside her personal feelings.

She forced herself to calm down, took off her hat, and her long, beautiful black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her gaze still sharp with a cold edge, she started to unbutton her jacket, slowly yet resolutely.

At this sight, Yves King's eyes almost bulged out of his head. He wondered if his stern criticism had led her to a sudden realization and she was about to change her ways. And to show her gratitude, did she decide to offer herself... to him?

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