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    Peyton swallowed, awed by her daunting skills. Thankfully, he had ovee his initial reluctance and decided to appear. If he had been targeted by such a powerful person, there was no doubt he wouldn’t have ended up well.


    Tiffany, who had previously acted in a police series, asked curiously, “Harlee, are you familiar with disarming various bomb types?”


    “Yes, I can also make bombs,” Harlee responded with a slight nod.


    Peyton, unable to contain his curiosity, quickly interjected, “Miss Sanderson, how many types of bombs are you capable of making?”


    After a brief pause, Harlee shook her head.


    “I haven’t kept track. Perhaps several dozen.”


    A heavy silence enveloped everyone.


    Peyton, doubting his ears, looked toward the bomb experts for confirmation, only to find they were just as stunned. Indeed, he had heard correctly. What kind of background did this powerful woman have?


    Observing Harlee and Rhys, both exuding strong presences, Peyton swallowed once more. The pair seemed toplement each other perfectly. They were just like a match made in heaven! In admiration, Peyton couldn’t resist praising them.


    Peytonposed himself, stood straight, and gave a respectful nod.


    “Mr. Green, Mrs. Green, we’re transporting the suspects and explosives to the station. We may require statements from Mrs. Sanderson and Miss Wace tomorrow, and I’ll have someone visit your ce for that. Does that work for you?”


    “Okay.”


    Harlee offered a gentle nod in agreement.


    Rhys, sping Harlee’s hand tenderly, gazed at her warmly, his eyshes fluttering.


    “Feeling tired? I’ve got snacks and beverages ready in the car. Would you like some?”


    A yful smirk briefly danced across Harlee’s lips. With a rxed tone, she replied, “Not weary, yet a snack sounds delightful.”


    Rhys responded with an affectionate smile, “Of course.”


    The softness in Harlee’s demeanor grew, her eyes twinkling with delight.


    Peyton, catching bits of their conversation, couldn’t help but smirk. Really now? He was still in their presence. Did they need to unt their affection so openly?


    Realizing his cue to exit, Peyton stepped back and nodded respectfully once more.


    “I’ll leave you be then. Should you require further assistance, Mr. Green, Mrs. Green, do not hesitate to reach out.”


    With that, Peyton departed, eager to leave the intimate scene.


    Upon stepping outside of the confines of the steel pipe factory, Peyton was immediately surrounded by his team. Although from various units, they united in addressing him as Chief.


    “You’ve all shownmendable effort today. Return to your posts. I’ll handle the debrief,” Peyton addressed the assembly.


    “As youmand, sir!” The group saluted in unison before dispersing. Not long after, a younger officer who worked closely with Peyton approached him.


    “Chief, who are those people inside? How did theymand so many police from different branches? I’ve heard from the bomb squad those people handle explosives bare-handed without batting an eye.”


    Another officer chimed in, “Indeed, Chief. Securing recruits like them could really transform our precinct in the suburbs!”


    Peyton observed the assembled officers and nced skyward. Their notions seemed overly bold.


    “Drop your ideas about recruiting those figures. They’re out of our league.”


    “Our league, far beyond what our modest station can afford!” He dismissed the idea with a wave and strode toward his designated vehicle.


    The younger officers, feeling chastened, fell silent. Even the police chiefbeled those inside as significant, suggesting their influence was undeniably profound. It was wise for the less influential to steer clear of such potent figures.


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