Louie found it amusing that Kathleen, in her intoxicated state, could still pick up on the clues he subtly revealed. Initially, he had planned to give her a call early in the morning when she would likely be sober, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Feigning ignorance, Louie said, "Which statement? I said a lot just now."
"The one about raw materials," Kathleen's flushed face displayed impatience.
"Oh, I mentioned that Sradarc might have a place selling bomb raw materials. Anyone clever enough, with an internet search, could manufacture a bomb. It doesn't necessarily have to be a bomb expert."
"That's what you said, but how do you explain the remote-controlled bombs?" Kathleen was led by Louie, considering him an outsider who might offer some helpful thoughts. She didn't expect Louie, a layman, to provide any assistance but hoped he could contribute some useful ideas. After all, sometimes an outsider's perspective can change one's way of thinking.
Louie, wanting Kathleen to bring up the topic of remote-controlled bombs, continued to act as if he knew nothing. "What remote-controlled bombs? I've only heard of timed bombs. Could it be that the bomb that blew up my car yesterday wasn't a timed bomb but someone else's remote-controlled bomb?"
Kathleen nodded, saying, "Our police suspect it was a remote-controlled bomb. We found some fragments that are typically used in remote control devices. Oh, these are confidential; don't spread the word."
"If it's indeed a remote-controlled bomb, it means the person who planted it is likely nearby. Otherwise, how could they remotely detonate it? As for how to control it, I don't quite understand, but I think it involves electromagnetics, magnetic fields, or radio waves, similar to cellphone signals, don't you think? If that's the case, why not use a device to interfere? This way, not only can the bomb not explode, but it can also be safely defused. With some luck, we might even catch the guy making the bombs nearby."
Louie, after uttering these words, saw Kathleen stare blankly, her eyes fixed on the distant sea. Louie nudged Kathleen's shoulder with his hand, asking, "Why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking?"
Startled by Louie's push, Kathleen snapped out of her daze, smacking her own head excitedly. "Right, why am I so foolish? I didn't even think about it. Damn it, we've wasted more than a day. This time, I must personally catch him. Louie, thank you. I'm heading back to the police station right now." She spoke with enthusiasm and ran toward the motorcycle, showing no signs of her earlier intoxication.
"This little girl is quite impatient," Louie remarked, finishing the beer in his hand. Just as he was about to open another can, he heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle behind him. Turning around, he saw Kathleen speeding away on the motorcycle.
"Any traffic accidents are not my concern. It's you who drank and decided to drive," Louie was about to laugh at his own cleverness when suddenly his face turned pale. He hastily stood up, shouting, "Hey, if you leave like this, how am I supposed to get back?" But Kathleen had already ridden the motorcycle out of sight, unable to hear Louie's calls.
Louie regretted bringing Kathleen so far for no reason. Now, at this hour, with no car in sight, how was he supposed to get back?
Luckily, Louie still had his phone. He pulled it out and dialed 110.
"Hello, may I ask if there are police patrols in the North Garden area?" Louie inquired.
"Sir, what's the matter? Please tell me," the polite female operator from the police center asked.
"Well, the thing is, I accidentally got stranded at the North Garden beach. Could you please come and rescue me?" ...
Louie was brought home by a police car, and by the time he returned, it was already midnight. Louie didn't want to wake up Bessie, but when he opened the door, he unintentionally startled her.
Wearing pajamas with slightly tousled hair, Bessie walked into the living room and, upon seeing Louie, quickly fetched a pair of slippers, placing them in front of him.
"Mr. Louie, would you like something to eat? I can prepare it for you now," Bessie offered.
Having consumed quite a bit of beer, Louie felt a bit hungry by now, so he nodded and said, "Keep it simple."
"Okay, Mr. Louie, please wait a moment," Bessie quickly entered the kitchen and started bustling about. Within a few minutes, she brought a plate of hot food to the table. It was something she had prepared in advance, expecting Louie to return and just needing a quick reheat.
Louie ate while saying, "Bessie, you can go back to sleep. I'll clean up later."
Bessie shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, I'm not sleepy."
Louie had no choice but to let Bessie sit and watch him eat. With her right hand propped against her cheek, she was half-asleep and half-awake. However, after seven or eight minutes, Bessie had closed her eyes and fallen asleep.
Knowing that Bessie must have been very busy during the day, considering the large house that needed daily cleaning, Louie felt she must be tired. After finishing his meal, he decided not to wake Bessie up and quietly took the dishes and utensils to the kitchen. Returning to the living room, he gently nudged Bessie and whispered, "Bessie, go back to your room and sleep."
Bessie didn't move. Louie placed his right hand on Bessie's forehead, and it felt quite hot. Louie lifted her in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
"If you're sick, stay in bed. Take a rest tomorrow," Louie said after covering Bessie with a blanket.
"Mr. Louie, I'm really fine," Bessie tried to get up, but Louie stopped her, saying, "Bessie, don't move. I'll get you some medicine." He returned to his bedroom. Having basic medicines is a necessity, and Louie found two common fever-reducing pills: acetaminophen. Only those familiar with drug properties would know that the components of medicines are generally similar, and common drugs are sometimes more effective in treating illnesses.
Louie poured a glass of hot water, placed the medicine next to Bessie's bed, and then left her room.
After taking the medicine, Bessie lay back down. The image of Louie holding her came to her mind again—the strong and powerful arms, the sturdy body emitting a masculine scent, and Louie's caring gaze. All these made Bessie feel as if there was a flame burning inside her, heating up her entire body.
Unable to resist, Bessie's hand slipped inside her underwear, kneading her firm breasts vigorously. The sensations brought about by her own touch intensified her excitement, and her body couldn't help but tremble. Unable to control herself any longer, she placed her right hand on her lower body, emitting soft moans.
This book revolves around the male protagonist, a legendary arms tycoon, and unfolds the narrative of his amorous encounters. It specifically details the protagonist's attempt to conceal his identity and live an ordinary life in the city. However, fate takes an unexpected turn on his first day at work, entangling him in various troubles. From the spirited female police officer to the urban white-collar worker, a series of beautiful women are drawn to his formidable inner strength. Thus begins his extraordinary adventures with each enchanting woman.