"You—what did you say?" Chairman White hurriedly brought people to the scene to help, but was nearly struck down by a bolt from the blue, trembling as he asked, "Who is your boyfriend?"

The hotel security guards packed into the elevator: "………………"

Under everyone's gaze, the air froze. Caught off guard by being outed, Young Master White looked helpless and clarified, "It's not like that, uncle, don't butt in. Let me deal with this idiot who tried to corpse-pick first..."

At that moment, Chairman White recognized the "boyfriend's" face at a glance.

After his evolution, his eyesight was on par with a fighter pilot's, but right now Chairman White would rather be blind, wishing he could just have a stroke and pass out on the spot. He blurted out, "Shen, Shen, Shen..."

Ethan White immediately tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"—Inspector Sullivan!"

The power of this title was nothing short of a nuclear explosion.

The scene fell utterly silent, everyone petrified, all eyes turning in unison to Brian Sullivan, who stood with his eyes closed, one hand pressed to his forehead.

Chapter 6

Even "utter silence" couldn't describe the deathly scene, as if the Grim Reaper had arrived. In that instant, many people felt as if their lives flashed before their eyes.

Brian Sullivan opened his eyes, shoved Ethan White aside with lightning speed, and turned to pin the just-awakened Eric Carter. Before the latter could even try to run, bang! With a heavy crash, Brian Sullivan slammed him to the ground, twisting his arms behind his back, smashing his head into the floor tiles until they shattered.

"Shit—"

Eric Carter, his face covered in blood, cursed and struggled to escape, but Brian Sullivan was even colder and more decisive than he imagined. Without hesitation, he drew his gun and pressed it to Eric Carter's ear—bang bang bang bang bang!

Bullets flew, muzzle flashing, the gun aimed at the floor right in front of Eric Carter's eyes, blasting the tiles to dust and debris!

As the gunfire stopped, Eric Carter was completely terrified, trembling so hard he couldn't even crawl, his face yanked up by the hair as Brian Sullivan demanded, "What's the black market buyer's room number?"

"O-one... one..."

"What's the room number!"

"One six two five..."

Bang! Brian Sullivan struck Eric Carter with the gun butt, blood spurting from his mouth and nose as he passed out.

The hotel security guards stared in shock, Ethan White's mouth twitching slightly: "Inspector...?"

At that moment, a door at the end of the corridor burst open, several figures rushing out in panic, fleeing toward the fire escape—the very buyers of the evolution source hiding in room 1625!

No time to explain, Brian Sullivan sprang up to give chase, and someone quickly followed at his heels—it was Ethan White, who shouted as he ran, "Excuse me, were you just in a honey trap, Inspector?!"

Brian Sullivan showed remarkable restraint—anyone else would have turned the gun on this so-called "boyfriend" by now.

Up ahead, the buyers kicked open the fire door and rushed inside. Two of them, thinking fast, ran upstairs, while three idiots bolted downstairs. Just then, Jason Brooks led a team up the stairs, blocking the three idiots head-on. The fierce Inspection Bureau members pounced and subdued them.

"Stop!" "Don't move!" "Take them away, take them away!"

"—Inspector!" The team members breathed a sigh of relief, nearly bursting into tears on the spot.

Jason Brooks looked up and saw Brian Sullivan standing on the next flight of stairs, looking down at everyone. His collar was open, most of his body soaked in alcohol, the thin fabric clinging to his waist.

Poor Jason Brooks felt a jolt of electricity shoot from his tailbone to the top of his head, nearly dropping to his knees: "S-senior..."

Brian Sullivan didn't want to deal with this group: "The suspect was subdued at the sixteenth-floor elevator. Go make the arrest!"

Jason Brooks wailed, "Senior, are you okay! Senior, it's my fault! I'm sorry we were late!!..."

Brian Sullivan turned and dashed upstairs, but the two who had run up the stairwell were evolvers, much faster than ordinary people. They stormed up to the hotel's top floor—the 88th—kicked open the fire door, and fled into the corridor.

A banquet was underway on the hotel's top floor.

Brian Sullivan paused, seeing not far away a scene of elegant men and women in haute couture evening gowns, holding champagne glasses and chatting gracefully to the sound of music. The two evolvers, desperate, charged into the banquet hall, knocking people over in chaos.

"—Ah!" "Who are they?" "What's going on?"

"Stay back!" One of the evolvers grabbed a waiter, using him as a human shield, and screamed in panic, "Everyone back off, don't come any closer! Let me out of here!!"

With a crash, the tray fell, and the waiter was instantly terrified: "H-help—"

The crowd screamed and scattered, leaving a wide open space.

Amid the chaos, Brian Sullivan's icy face didn't change at all. He strode forward, raised his gun, and fired—bang!

The bullet grazed the waiter's neck and struck the evolver's shoulder, blood spraying through the air!

"Ahhh—"

Terrified screams rang out as the evolver collapsed, convulsing violently from the electric bullet, unable to get up again.

Brian Sullivan said in a deep voice, "Shenhai City Inspection Bureau—everyone stay where you are and do not move!"