As Kathleen spoke, Louie unexpectedly grinned. With a cigarette in his right hand, he looked at Kathleen's cold and frosty face, saying, "Take a guess."
"Guess my foot," Kathleen retorted, visibly irritated. She grabbed the collar of Louie's shirt with her right hand, leaned in, and sternly said, "Louie, tell me honestly, what's your real background?"
Louie, unfazed by Kathleen's grip on him, didn't show any signs of annoyance. On the contrary, he looked somewhat enchanted as his eyes wandered towards Kathleen's open collar. Despite her police uniform, the collar was wide open, revealing a hint of spring as Louie clearly saw Kathleen's white bra and the deep cleavage.
At this moment, Kathleen had no time to care about Louie's inappropriate gaze. She wanted to know more about Louie's background. After receiving Louie's call last night, she rushed to the West Mountain Park with the police team and indeed found two men screaming in agony, handcuffed to the railing of a pavilion at the mountaintop.
These two men were in a pitiful state—one had his arm dismembered, and the other had broken ribs. As soon as they saw the police, they acted like they had seen their saviors, ready to confess everything. They pleaded, "Officers, hurry, arrest us. We did everything. Just take us to the hospital, and we'll admit to everything."
Upon seeing their appearance, Kathleen already had a rough idea. Their facial features matched the descriptions given by the victims who reported the crimes.
So, Kathleen immediately arranged for the two men to be taken to the hospital for treatment. To her surprise, the guy with the broken ribs narrowly escaped death. All his ribs could have been broken. Kathleen felt no sympathy for him; instead, she believed he deserved it. If not for the fact that these two had already suffered enough, Kathleen might have personally dealt with them.
Kathleen then began interrogating them, and it turned out that Louie was behind all of it. Especially when the chubby guy mentioned Louie with a sinister smile, Kathleen was convinced it was him. The chubby guy shivered at the thought of Louie, indicating he had been genuinely terrified.
Kathleen was now focused on Louie, considering that last time, the key to solving the bombing case was Louie's seemingly casual remarks. Combined with the mention of the person who knocked him unconscious by the criminal, Kathleen had a gut feeling that Louie wasn't ordinary.
Today, she specifically came to find Louie, and yet, Louie was putting on an act of feigned ignorance. The more Kathleen looked at Louie's expression, the more infuriated she became. She wanted to beat Louie senseless, but she had tried it before and realized she couldn't gain much advantage in a confrontation with Louie. Suppressing the urge to beat him up, Kathleen glared at Louie and asked angrily, "Louie, stop pretending. Admit it, what have you been up to?"
"Officer, what's the matter with you?" Louie grabbed Kathleen's smooth hand that was clutching his collar with his left hand, grinning as he spoke, "Don't get angry. What am I doing? Why don't you see it for yourself? I'm sitting right here in my office."
"I'm not asking about that. I'm asking what you've done before. Why do you have such brutal fighting skills? Last night, those two suspects, one had his arm professionally dismembered, and the other had broken ribs. Judging from these two points alone, I believe you've received professional training. Plus, the last bombing case, you were the one who reminded me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have figured out how to solve it. So, I think your true background is not as simple as you imagine," Kathleen said firmly.
After hearing Kathleen's words, Louie furrowed his brows for a moment, nodding in agreement. He extinguished the cigarette in his right hand, then reached around Kathleen's side with that hand. With a firm grip, he pulled her into his embrace.
Caught off guard by the sudden change, Kathleen found herself sitting on Louie's lap without any prior preparation. Instinctively, she struggled, but Louie's hands firmly held her, especially his right hand boldly pressing on her beautiful, lifted buttocks, rendering her immobile. Kathleen's expression shifted, ready to express her anger, but before she could, Louie leaned in close to her ear and said in a low voice, "Officer, you're truly clever. Since I can't hide it from you anymore, I'll confess—I'm an international assassin. Have you seen 'Leon: The Professional'? The story is based on my life."
Kathleen's eyes widened in shock. She stopped struggling, temporarily stunned by this unexpected revelation. "Leon: The Professional" was indeed a famous movie, and Kathleen had seen it. In the film, Jean Reno played a hitman named Leon leading a seemingly ordinary civilian life.
Louie continued, "It was inevitable. My buddy, the director Luc, wanted to make a movie depicting the life of an assassin, so he approached me, hoping to adapt my story into a film. Originally, Luc wanted me to play the male lead, but at that time, I was too busy with a mission—assassinating President Kennedy of the United States. So, I couldn't film the movie. When I returned after completing the Kennedy job, Luc had surprisingly chosen Reno instead. What a pity."
"Kennedy was also your target?" Kathleen was once again astonished. The assassination of President Kennedy was a globally renowned event, and she hadn't expected Louie to be involved. However, upon realizing the timeline, she calmed down. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963, and Louie wasn't even born at that time. Angered by the deception, Kathleen struggled to break free, exclaiming, "You bastard, you're lying again."
With both hands firmly embracing Kathleen, Louie laughed heartily after getting his way. "Officer, can't you see the atmosphere was too tense? I just wanted to liven things up. How could I be an assassin?"
"You're the worst bastard!" Kathleen struggled for a while but couldn't break free. On the contrary, Louie's embrace tightened. When she wriggled, she inadvertently stimulated Louie's lower body. At this moment, Kathleen felt something hard pressing against her. She knew what it was and blushed. Part of her anger towards Louie was due to his teasing, while the other part stemmed from her own guilty conscience.
Louie, tempted by Kathleen's rosy, alluring face and especially her tender, enticing lips, couldn't resist the urge and impulsively kissed her.
Caught off guard, Kathleen initially froze. When she realized she was in Louie's embrace and he had just kissed her, a mix of embarrassment and anger surged within her. She opened her mouth, preparing to bite Louie's shoulder.
Seeing Kathleen about to bite him, Louie thought quickly and said, "Officer, I can tell you about my past identity."
Kathleen hesitated, a look of annoyance in her eyes as she glared at Louie.
"I used to be the most famous arms dealer. I supplied weapons to terrorist organizations and national armies worldwide. The terrorists in Afghanistan, in particular, caused casualties to the U.S. military with my assistance. Of course, I also provided large-scale weaponry. I sold about ten IS-1 heavy tanks to a Libyan warlord, who surprisingly paid me with diamonds. Those diamonds were quite valuable, earning me around one billion dollars. Oh, by the way, I still have two diamonds stored in a Swiss bank. I'll give you one in a few days."
Just as Louie finished speaking, he saw Kathleen looking like she wanted to devour him. "Bastard, you're still lying to me. I want to bite you to death," Kathleen exclaimed, opening her mouth and fiercely biting Louie's shoulder.
Frowning, Louie thought, "Damn it, I told the truth, and she still doesn't believe me."
Just as Louie was about to release his embrace on Kathleen, intending to stop her from biting his shoulder, there was a knock at the office door. Following the knock, the door swung open, and Arabella and Bella walked into the room.