Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 004: Chief Stacey

"It's my father, my father wants to find you."

Gwen took the small Nokia phone he had been holding in his arms to Lear and said to Lear.

Lear inexplicably picked up the phone that Gwen handed to him and put it to his ear.

"I'm Chief George Stacy, thank you for protecting my daughter."

A calm and steady voice came into Lear's ears from the phone.

In a flash of thought, regardless of the facts, Lear had already decided to put this black pot on the other party's head.

"I'm Lear, it seems that this attack is coming for your daughter."

Lear put a black pot on Director Stacey's head, but what he didn't expect was that the other party actually memorized the black pot in one bite: "That's right, this is the other party's warning to me, thank you very much for saving my daughter."

There was fear in his voice, he only had such a precious daughter, although he knew that the other party was probably just a warning, but if his daughter was killed by the other party's stray bullet, he would never forgive himself.

Thinking of this, Director Stacey's back was a fine layer of cold sweat.

"I'll go track the other party's whereabouts now, it would be best if you could get there quickly."

Lear had already thought of a way to get out of his mind, and said to Director Stacey.

"What the hell are you...?" Before Director Stacey finished speaking, Lear returned the phone to Gwen.

He patted her head casually and said coldly, "Stay here."

Looking at Lear who went out with a gun, Gwen was stunned like a goose, no one had ever treated her like this, and no one had ever sacrificed his life to protect her like this.

She experienced an unprecedented feeling in Lear's body, and strong emotions, accompanied by adrenaline, constantly hit her brain.

She doesn't understand what this throbbing and affection is now, but she will in the future.

A few of her friends gathered around, looking at her as she watched Lear go away, and her expression was about to laugh, but Director Stacey, who was still on the phone and did not leave, broke the atmosphere.

"Hello? Gwen, are you still there? Stay where you are, I've asked the police from the local neighborhood to pass, remember not to go with any police, just stay where you are. "

Chief Stacey is worthy of being an experienced policeman, for fear that the killer will disguise himself as a police officer to gain Gwen's trust and take Gwen away.

She was repeatedly told not to go with the police, even if it was the police.

Gwen whispered in response to her father's instructions, and the tension finally eased.

Hearing the sirens outside, Chief Stacey was finally able to relax and began to carefully inquire about Gwen's situation.

Previously, when faced with a gunshot, he could only guide Gwen to take refuge as quickly as possible.

Save your life first.

But now he could finally ask Gwen what had happened then.

Gwen's language expression skills are very good, and in a few words, they met Lear in the elevator, and because the band training was too noisy, they attracted Lear up, and finally Lear's threw him to the ground and saved his own life.

Director Stacey grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the phone firmly to his ear with the other, gasping for air as he listened.

He only knew that there was a gunshot at that time, but he didn't expect that the other side was using a sniper rifle, and if there was no Lear, it was really uncertain whether Gwen could save his life this time.

But Director Stacey frowned while gasping for air.

This matter seemed suspicious to him, of course he knew who he had provoked recently, and it was natural for the other party to give him a certain warning.

But will Lear be the other person?

Or is he really just a strong man who happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved the right person?

While thinking, Director Stacey had already driven to the place where his daughter's band was training.

It has been surrounded by SWAT rapid reaction forces.

The FBI, state police and patrol officers have all arrived at the scene.

They are so nervous, of course, because their own high-ranking children of the police department have been attacked.

And it's not a shooting with a pistol, but a rifle, a sniper rifle.

In this way, the FBI and the anti-terrorist explosion squad SWAT are all here.

Coupled with his immediate subordinates who arrived first, a shooting almost mobilized the entire neighborhood of police.

When Chief Stacy saw his girl, Gwen was sitting side by side in the back of the ambulance wrapped in an insulated blanket with her friends, with relaxed smiles on their faces, each holding a cup of hot cocoa, and happily chatting about the handsome man Lear who had just saved them.

Seeing his daughter in such spirits, George Stacy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He rushed up quickly, hugged his baby daughter tightly in his arms, and suddenly made Gwen's ears, who was chatting with Lear, red.

She didn't know if her father had heard what she had just said, but with hot chocolate in her hands, she couldn't struggle, and a little struggle might spill her hot chocolate.

Gwen, who was hugged tightly by her father, wanted to struggle, but she had never seen her father hug herself so hard.

In just a moment, she felt her father's fear and nervousness.

She slowly relaxed and whispered in her father's ear: "Dad, I'm fine, thank you." Cold

sweat Queens Police Chief George Stacy finally slowly relaxed his body and let go of his daughter.

After carefully examining his daughter for a moment, when he turned his head to confirm that there was no problem with his daughter, he had already switched to his wartime appearance.

George Stacy, who only saw a straight face, asked the police officers around him with a serious face: "What did we get?" Seeing

that the chief's face was already so cold, the nearby police officers couldn't help but start to be serious.

"Fired from 30 meters out the window, across a block, we found 25 bullet holes at the scene, residual sniper positions, no shells, 5.56mm caliber bullets. No tracking can be done until the barrel is obtained. "

Translating in human language is: we get nothing.

All the nearby police officers were a little numb, afraid that the next second they would be waiting for Chief Stacy's thunderous fury.

He was silent for a moment, but asked rhetorically: "What do we know about the hero who saved my daughter?" The

officers looked at each other.

"We only know for the time being that his name is Lear, a tenant who moved here half a year ago, and the social security account number is: XXXXXXXX, because he is acting bravely, so we cannot apply for a search summons to the court for the time being."