The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 197: Officer Monaghan with a Strong Sense of Justice

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Officer Monaghan with a Strong Sense of Justice

"Have you started the car yet?" Helen Wilson walked out of the gym’s main entrance and turned to ask James Brown.

"I did," James Brown immediately responded.

"Then I’ll ride in your car," Helen nodded.

James Brown led Helen to his car. Seeing the flashy Porsche, Helen snorted and said, "Wow, driving a luxury car worth millions now, huh?"

James opened the car door and said, "Where would I get the money for such an expensive car? It belongs to our boss."

"So, it’s that female neighbor who lives next to you?" Helen sat in the car, first examining the car’s interior with a flash of admiration in her eyes, clearly a car enthusiast herself, but then she quickly pursed her lips.

"It’s hers," James didn’t deny.

"Who exactly is she? Why is she so good to you? Lending you a luxury car worth millions just like that, most people wouldn’t bear to part with it."

James shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Even you, a police officer, don’t know who she is. How would I know? All I know is that she’s very wealthy."

"Hmph!" Helen was quite dissatisfied with James’s response. The woman had arrived shrouded in too much mystery. If it weren’t for higher-ups ordering her not to investigate, she would definitely suspect that this woman might be a major drug lord. Otherwise, who would have such a style, secretly surrounded by several bodyguards?

"By the way, Officer Monaghan, what did you want to see me for?" James didn’t want to discuss Lucy Campbell with Helen, and her seeking him out puzzled him greatly, which was both a diversion and an inquiry.

Helen didn’t answer immediately but pondered for a moment before finally saying, "I need to ask for your help."

James’s face darkened instantly. Helen’s behavior confirmed his suspicions, and he said frowningly, "Officer Monaghan, you don’t need to specifically come to me for this kind of favor, do you?"

"Did I tell you what kind of help I needed?" Helen raised her eyebrows and countered James’s assumption.

"You mean to say... then what exactly do you need help with?" James was about to blurt out his guess but thought it wiser to inquire first.

Helen suddenly sighed and said, "Actually, I know I shouldn’t be asking you for this favor, as it does involve certain risks. Never mind, I won’t ask you."

Hearing this, James outright discarded his previous guess. If it were something like playing the role of a boyfriend to meet parents, it certainly wouldn’t involve any risks. Now even more curious, he asked, "What is it exactly? I’m someone who is scared of danger, but I also like exciting ventures. Maybe I’ll agree just like that?"

Helen hesitated again and then said, "Since that’s the case, let’s go to your house, and I’ll explain in detail."

"To my house... let’s not, there’s someone at my place, Lemon Smith is there."

"Hmph, I warn you, Emma Campbell is a very nice girl. Don’t play with her feelings. If you are with her, you should treat her well and not mess around. If you can’t control yourself, then you should break it off with her early."

"Yes, yes, I’ll be careful. Officer Monaghan, please find another place," James said, truly fearing that Helen might lecture him on this matter, hurriedly changing the subject.

Helen didn’t linger on this issue but hesitated for a moment and then suggested, "Then let’s go to my place."

James agreed, even more intrigued. If the matter needed to be discussed at home, it was evidently something very confidential. He wondered what Helen was really up to.

Helen lived in a small apartment complex close to James’s, something he knew already, so without waiting for Helen to guide him, he parked his car at the entrance of her complex, and then Helen led him to her home.

Helen’s home was a small apartment, nearly identical in layout to James’s—a one-bedroom and one living room, quite simple, with just a sofa and a TV in the living room.

After sitting down, Helen handed James a bottle of water, then sat next to him, stared seriously, and said, "James Brown, I’m going to discuss something important with you now. Whether you can help me or not, first, you must ensure that you will not speak of it to anyone else."

James’s face immediately showed a stunned expression and he said, "Is it really that serious?"

Helen nodded, her face stern, "It is very serious. If you can’t do this, even if you are willing to help, I won’t involve you."

James grimaced and said, "Well, okay, I promise. Even if my own parents ask, I won’t tell."

Helen Wilson was clearly not pleased with James Brown’s attitude and snapped, "Take this seriously. This is no joke, you need to have the right mindset."

"Alright, alright!" James shook his head and his previously playful expression turned serious. He said, "Officer Monaghan, I swear right here, I absolutely will not repeat what you’ve told me to a third person."

Helen was finally satisfied with his attitude but still warned, "If you tell anyone else, you could very well be putting my life in danger."

James exclaimed in shock, "That serious? Then I definitely won’t speak of it. You’ve helped me before, and you are a good officer. I can’t let a good officer like you die young."

"Act properly," Helen rebuked with a high furrow of her brows, feeling that asking James for help was a mistake. However, after searching through her acquaintances, she found no suitable candidates apart from James and the Mysterious Figure, whom she hadn’t encountered of late. It seemed as if the Mysterious Figure only appeared when she faced danger.

James immediately straightened up and said, "Alright, I’m being serious now. Can we talk?"

Looking at James, Helen felt even more annoyed and said gruffly, "Just be yourself."

James chuckled and said, "Being serious or not isn’t about appearances, but about being reliable when it matters. And I am the most reliable person when it comes to getting things done."

Helen didn’t take the bait and took a deep breath before saying, "I’ve recently discovered a smuggling ring, but this ring has formidable backing. I feel that many people are linked to them, which is why I dare not involve my colleagues and have resorted to investigating by myself."

James’s eyes widened in surprise and exclaimed, "That’s awesome! A case like this should be handled by the criminal police or by T District—it’s a major case indeed. What’s a deputy chief of a police station like you doing investigating something like this? Isn’t that overexerting yourself and thankless?"

Helen frowned, her eyes shooting a sharp gleam as she said, "As a police officer, whenever I see evil, I must intervene. This smuggling ring has been in YODC City for many years, but has never been eradicated. Can I possibly rely on others? I need to gather enough evidence. With sufficient evidence, the authorities will be forced to take action."

James was genuinely impressed by Helen’s sense of justice, but still shook his head and said, "Officer Monaghan, let me remind you, by doing this, you’re not only opposing the smuggling ring but also many officials, including some of your colleagues and superiors. You are truly courting disaster, and you won’t be welcomed anywhere."

Helen immediately stood up and said loudly, "As a police officer, I must not bow down to evil forces no matter how influential they are. Anyone who breaks the law must be brought to justice."

Her words were powerful and filled with determination, making James, who was sitting down, look up to her not just because of their positions, but out of genuine respect. At that moment, he was extremely impressed with Helen. Although she might not be the most capable officer, her sense of justice was extraordinarily rare. For that alone, he felt compelled to help her.

"I know it’s too dangerous. If the smuggling ring discovers me, not only will they have a mass of people targeting me, but even officials might take action against me. I shouldn’t be asking for your help. Please leave, I don’t need your help, but remember, you absolutely must not tell anyone else."

Helen said this and waved her hand, sitting down on the sofa with a sense of powerlessness. She knew that taking on this task was akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot—delusional. Considering the severe consequences, she felt unable to cope. How could she ask James to take such a great risk?

Lost in her thoughts for a moment, Helen turned her head and was startled to see James still there. Frowning, she asked, "Why haven’t you left yet?"

James grinned and said, "It’s rare that I visit your place. Why should I be in a hurry to leave?"

Helen snorted and asked, "What else do you want? Want me to invite you to stay for dinner?"

James narrowed his eyes and said playfully, "Actually, you should treat me to a meal."

Helen was startled for a moment and then, surprised, suddenly grabbed James’s arm and asked, "Are you agreeing to help me?"

James gave a wry smile and nodded, "Considering how much you trust me, if I didn’t help, you’d be constantly worried that I might betray your secrets. So I guess we’re in this together now."

Helen looked James up and down, hardly believing her ears, and hastily said, "You’re not joking with me, are you?"

"The first time we met, I took advantage of you, and I’ve felt guilty about it ever since. I’ve always wanted to make it right, and now I finally have the chance. I shouldn’t miss it, don’t you think?"

Helen, knowing very well that James was more skilled than her, had always harbored a grudge about him taking advantage of her that day. But now that James brought it up, she didn’t react angrily but still snorted, "You do have some conscience left in you."

"Of course! Back then, I hadn’t thought you would become my friend, so I played a bit of a trick. But after we became friends, the guilt became a burden. I don’t want it to become a crater between us, so it’s best to fill it and move on."

"Alright, I won’t hold it against you anymore." Helen generously waved her hand. Initially, she always found James unpleasant, but now, she didn’t find him as irritating anymore. At least he hadn’t wronged someone like Charlotte Grandy, which to her showed an appropriate sense of proportion.

That’s how people are: their impression of someone can change dramatically based on a single event. When you have a bad impression of someone, you’ll always suspect their motives and assume the worst. But once your opinion improves, even their misdeeds seem forgivable.