A Complicated Heart

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As the tires rubbed across the road surface, the smell of burnt rubber filled the air. Chief Officer Pudder, with a bandage around his head, got out of his assistant's cruiser.

Pudder looked serious and his eyes showed rage.

He hated boring days but exchanging it for peaceful days was always welcomed. He would at most rant a word or two about the boredom, similar to those people who lay down on a sofa comfortably and ranted about nothing to do.

But now?

4 explosions happened in one morning—one of them happened in the mall, a crowded place.

"What the hell do those bastards want! Is he trying to provoke us?" the assistant said fiercely as he shuttled through the crowd.

The young assistant kept looking around, as though he wanted to search for the culprit behind the explosions in the bustling crowd.

There were many examples in the books that stated the culprit would return to the scene of crime to admire his work.