Chapter 55

"General."

"Harry has taken over all the properties under Vernon's name and is asking you to assign someone to receive them."

Joseph said with some excitement.

Jack was slightly taken aback at the news. He had not instructed Harry to do this.

Clearly, Harry had acted on his own initiative. But since it was already done, Jack was not about to return these assets to Vernon.

"Let him handle it himself. All the acquired assets will go toward military funding."

Jack nodded and said calmly.

"Military funding?" Joseph was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Jack to make such a decision. But he quickly recovered, straightened his back, and responded loudly, "Yes! I will convey your instructions right away."

"How are things going with Isabella?"

Jack suddenly asked.

William's death had always been a thorn in his side.

Until this matter was cleared up, he could not rest easy.

"She is almost finished handling Mr. Carter's assets. Following your instructions, we have quietly taken back all these properties and transferred them into Ms. Carter's name."

Joseph's earlier excitement faded as he spoke with a serious expression.

Jack nodded. "Has anyone contacted her?"

"No."

Joseph shook his head. "Our people have been keeping her under close surveillance around the clock. During this time, she has been liquidating Mr. Carter's assets and has not made contact with anyone else."

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. The person behind Isabella could not possibly be unaware that he had returned, especially since he had publicly killed Bill at Isabella's wedding. Such a big commotion could not have escaped their notice.

The fact that they could hold off this long without contacting Isabella showed just how cunning this mastermind was.

"Keep watching her. Do not alert them. I do not believe she will ever contact whoever is behind this."

"Yes!" Joseph responded.

That afternoon, Jack drove to the supermarket himself.

He was running low on household supplies at home.

With the weekend coming up, he needed to stock up on a few things.

After loading all his purchases into the car, he drove back.

Normally, he would not need to handle such trivial matters himself.

But Jack had nothing better to do, so he decided to go himself.

Soon, as the car reached a deserted street, Jack noticed the road ahead was completely blocked.

Quite a few people were screaming and running toward him.

Jack frowned and was about to reverse and take another route when several black modified cars suddenly burst into view in his rearview mirror, followed by a burst of intense gunfire.

It was a gang shootout.

Jack's brow furrowed slightly at the sight.

He quickly pulled his car into the shadows by the roadside to observe.

Two groups of gang members were engaged in a wild shootout in the middle of the street, bullets flying everywhere. A few stray bullets even grazed past Jack's car, though they only left faint scratches on the surface.

After all, his car was not just any ordinary vehicle.

Mere bullets could not penetrate it.

Just as both sides were fighting fiercely, a young thug in a red jacket was being chased and shot at, fleeing in panic and finally stumbling to a stop near Jack's car.

Seeing that Jack's rear window was open, a flash of cunning and ruthlessness crossed his eyes. Taking advantage of the chaos, he tossed a package wrapped tightly in black tape into Jack's back seat, then bolted away like a rabbit, disappearing into the chaotic crowd.

Jack's eyes turned cold. He was about to check what it was when the dense sound of police sirens suddenly came from nearby.

"The cops are here! Run!"

The gang members scattered instantly.

Then, over a dozen police cars came roaring up, quickly sealing off the scene.

A group of fully armed officers jumped out of their vehicles, shouting commands to control the situation and pinning the gang members who had not managed to escape to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Jack immediately started his car, preparing to leave.

Just then, a tall female officer walked over.

She raised her hand to stop Jack's car.

Jack rolled down his window, his gaze casually sweeping over the female officer before him. He had to admit, she had a stunning figure that was hard to look away from.

Her tight dark blue police uniform seemed tailor-made for her, perfectly outlining her shapely curves. The uniform shirt was stretched taut by her full, prominent chest, the buttons looking as if they were under tremendous pressure, rising and falling slightly with her quickened breathing, creating a deep, alluring cleavage.

Moving his gaze downward, there was a slender waist tightly bound by a black tactical belt, with a striking waist-to-hip ratio.

The wide belt, far from concealing her figure, actually emphasized the breathtaking curve of her firm, rounded hips.

Her long legs were wrapped in crisp uniform pants, and she wore black tactical boots. The whole package made her look both dangerously seductive and coldly authoritative.

"Seen enough?" The female officer keenly noticed Jack's undisguised appraisal. Her pretty face flushed slightly, but the embarrassment was quickly replaced by anger. She gripped her gun tighter and barked, "Get out of the car. You are being searched."

Jack politely raised both hands to show he meant no harm. "I was just passing through and got stuck here."

The female officer looked Jack over. He indeed did not look like one of those gang members, but she still followed protocol. "Please get out of the car. We need to search it."

Jack sighed, but he complied.

The female officer opened the passenger door to conduct her search.

She did not find anything, but she did not stop there. She also opened the rear door.

With just one glance, she spotted the package wrapped tightly in black tape that had been tossed onto the back seat.

It looked suspicious at first sight.

"What is this?"

The female officer picked up the package and asked.

"That is not mine. Someone threw it into my car," Jack said calmly.

The female officer frowned slightly without speaking. She simply tore open the tape, revealing white crystals inside.

With her experience, she recognized what it was immediately.

She instantly went on high alert.

She quickly drew her service weapon, the black muzzle pointing directly at Jack as she shouted, "Do not move! Put your hands where I can see them! You are under arrest for suspected drug trafficking!"

Hearing the commotion, the surrounding officers also gathered around, a dozen guns now aimed at Jack.

Faced with so many police officers, Jack remained calm. "Officer, I told you that is not mine."

"Caught red-handed, and you still want to deny it?" The female officer clenched her teeth, swallowing hard, clearly somewhat nervous, yet her eyes remained cold as she looked at Jack. "I need you to come back to the station with us for further investigation."

Jack sighed helplessly. This supermarket trip had certainly been "fruitful."