What's going on?

Why are there so many police officers here?

And judging by their attire, they're clearly not regular officers from the police station.

There must be a dozen or so of them.

Each officer has a tactical belt on.

And there's a pistol holstered at their waist.

Once they rushed out, they lined up in front of Dirk Carter, assuming an offensive stance, with their hands on their holsters, ready to draw their guns at any moment.

Ordinary people have never seen such a spectacle.

Seeing this intimidating display.

They all began to back away.

"What's going on? So many police officers showed up, and there was no prior notice?"

Tristan Reid softly cursed to the young man beside him.

The young man felt wronged as well.

He said, "I don't know either, the county hasn't called."

"Could it be that Dahlia Hughes mobilized them without authorization?"

Tristan Reid mumbled something under his breath.

Just then, the young man suddenly leaned in and said, "Magistrate Summers is here."

Tristan Reid felt a surge of relief.

The savior had finally arrived.

Just as he turned around, he saw Sherman Summers approaching with a group, his face sullen.

Sherman Summers was fifty this year.

He stood a little over one meter seventy, but he was quite slight.

He wore thick glasses on his nose, giving him a gentle appearance.

Dylan Tate had once told Dirk Carter that if anyone were to be truly cunning, even he couldn't compare to Sherman Summers.

During his time as Dylan Tate's deputy,

Sherman Summers had always been conscientious. To everyone, he appeared to be the least ambitious person, but who would have thought he was backing Tristan Reid?

All along,

the bamboo products industry of Sunglow Town had been his most prized political achievement.

"You can't even handle a trivial matter; what use are you?"

As Tristan Reid stepped forward,

Sherman Summers gave him a sharp glare.

Then he walked with his hands behind his back to the iron gate.

He said, "Open the gate!"

With a low creak of the hinges, the already shaky gate was opened.

He stepped inside in one stride.

Glancing at the line of police officers, he posed mockingly, "Nonsense, which unit do you belong to? Who ordered you here? Bringing guns one by one, what for? Are you planning to harm the citizens?"

The police officers remained silent.

They just stared at him indifferently.

Sherman Summers suddenly felt very humiliated.

He turned around and said, "Danel Walsh, note down all their badge numbers, and after we return, handle them one by one. This is utter lawlessness, daring to act without regard for organization. Do you still respect the role of the People's Police?"

Danel Walsh was the county office director.

Upon hearing this,

he immediately took out a notebook.

Just as he was about to write,

a woman's voice came from the gate.

"No need to note them down, you have no authority to handle them."

"Who? Who dares utter such nonsense?"

Danel Walsh yelled loudly.

At this moment, a young woman in a police uniform walked out.

She walked leisurely to the center of the courtyard, even flashing a charming smile at Dirk Carter during the pause.

Then she turned to Sherman Summers and said, "Maeve Winters, Deputy Captain of the Ardmore City Police Department's Criminal Investigation Unit, reporting to Magistrate Summers."

Upon hearing this.

Sherman Summers furrowed his brows slightly.

He asked, "From the city's criminal investigation team? What are you doing here?"

Maeve Winters smiled lightly and said, "We received a tip that a criminal suspect we are pursuing fled to Sunglow Town, so I brought the team here secretly. We didn't expect to stumble upon the public storming a state organ, so we from the city police department had to intervene."

"Storming a state organ? Looks like Officer Winters really needs to brush up on her law; how did a town health center become a state organ? This is sheer nonsense!"

Maeve Winters said, "Originally a town health center wasn't a state organ, but just a few days ago, the Stillwater County Health Department established the Sunglow Town Health Center here as well, so it's now considered a state organ."

No sooner had these words been spoken,

Sherman Summers was immediately taken aback.

He glanced sharply at Dirk Carter.

However, he saw him acting normally.

With a sense of understanding, he said angrily, "Well played, Dirk Carter, coming from the health department you're well-prepared with contingency measures. So now, I'm unable to handle you?"

"Magistrate Summers, your words are a bit unfair to Dirk Carter. I've long since left the health department, and this decision was made by the health department committee. What could I do? Besides, with Officer Winters coming to Sunglow Town on official business, as the mayor I naturally have to cooperate. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Just one sentence.

And Sherman Summers was rendered speechless.

The Sunglow Town Health Center had become a state organ.

As such, the public gathering in such numbers constituted a crime of assaulting a state organ.

The city criminal investigation team was here for a case.

Encountering a crime in progress, they undoubtedly had to act.

As a county magistrate, he couldn't find any fault.

The sense of frustration was overwhelming, like having a stomach full of bitterness that couldn't be expressed.

"Leader, these people are all merchants who've suffered losses in the fire. They're not here to cause trouble, just to see the arsonist Denton Quincy and seek justice. Mayor Carter stopped us, wouldn't let us in, or let us see him, so everyone felt uneasy and came over on their own. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

Seeing Sherman Summers being thwarted,

Tristan Reid immediately stepped in and said.

Sherman Summers seemed to grab a lifeline.

He authoritatively asked again, "How is the suspect?"

"The suspect is receiving treatment at the health center, currently in stable condition."

Dirk Carter replied.

"You're lying!"

Tristan Reid shouted.

Dirk Carter furrowed his brows and asked, "Old Mayor, with all due respect, the suspect has been under my supervision. Do I not know if I'm lying? Unless you've done something yourself to be sure I'm lying?"

A case of 'there's no three hundred taels of silver here.'

Tristan Reid's face looked a bit uneasy.

After a pause, he said, "Anyway, unless we see Denton Quincy today, we're not leaving."

"Yes, we're not leaving!"

Someone in the crowd echoed.

Sherman Summers, posing as a mediator, said, "Dirk Carter, the people just want to see the suspect, it's not unreasonable. After all, everyone has suffered significant losses. The law cannot trump human feelings; if it's not too much trouble, I can go in myself to reassure everyone. You won't stop me from doing that, will you?"

"Magistrate Summers, it's not that I don't want to let you see him, but it's inconvenient now. The investigation team is interrogating Denton Quincy."

Dirk Carter's refusal,

Tristan Reid saw it as stalling for time.

He sneered and said, "Mayor Carter, could it be that something happened to Denton Quincy, and you're deliberately not letting us see him?"

"Dirk Carter, did something happen to the suspect?"

Sherman Summers also asked seriously.

"No, I've already said, he's being interrogated."

Dirk Carter said.

"Nonsense, the suspect must have been injured; that's why you're not letting Magistrate Summers see him. If you have the guts, let him out now; we just want to take a look from afar."

Tristan Reid demanded challengingly.

"Yes, we won't go in; we just want a glimpse from afar."

Once again, someone in the crowd echoed.

Sherman Summers, naturally assured, immediately put on a stern face and said, "Dirk Carter, I command you, as the county magistrate, to bring the suspect out. If you can't, I'll have to go in myself."

Seeing Dirk Carter unmoved,

Tristan Reid sneered and said, "Dirk Carter, aren't you capable? What's the matter? Are you playing dumb with us now?"

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