Officer Nelson's usually plump body was trembling under the barrage of insults, and he didn't dare utter a single word in response.
The middle-aged man beside the table was yelling at him, while a slender, strikingly beautiful teenage girl, around sixteen or seventeen, sat in the chair. Her presence exuded a cold, commanding aura.
It was this girl's presence that made Officer Nelson too scared to even breathe loudly.
Not only was she a direct descendant of the Olson Family, but she also belonged to a very mysterious organization among the human survivors—an organization so secretive that even someone of Nelson's rank knew little about it.
He only knew that if she wanted him thrown out of this post-apocalyptic city, it would take just a word.
"Miss Whitney, rest assured, we will do everything in our power. Even if we have to dig three feet deep, we will find news of your sister!" Officer Nelson wiped the sweat off his face, nervously swallowing.
If he couldn't satisfy this young lady today, he feared he wouldn't even make it out of his office.
His heart was filled with bitterness.
Who were those bastards who dared to kidnap the daughter of the Olson Family?
If they had to kidnap someone, couldn't they do it somewhere else? Why did it have to be in his jurisdiction, causing him so much trouble?
"I'll give you two more days. If you still can't find any news about my sister, then you should resign voluntarily!" The girl's icy voice echoed in Officer Nelson's ears.
Nelson was inwardly wailing.
"Yes, yes, Miss Whitney, I will definitely find news about Miss Vanessa!"
But all he could do was agree.
How on earth was he supposed to find someone who had already been kidnapped?
This wasn't like the pre-apocalypse days when there were cameras on every street corner.
Officer Nelson respectfully exited his office and approached his subordinates. Gone was the timid demeanor; he now exuded authority and command.
"Listen up, everyone. We have one day to find any information about this girl. If we fail, your bonuses for this month are gone!" Nelson announced, holding up a photo for all to see.
"Chief, there's a student here who wants to report something. He says he saw something in the alleyway..." one of the officers began.
"Forget about the student's report. Our top priority is finding information about this girl. Everything else takes a back seat. I don't care if the student saw someone planning to blow up their school; it's not our concern right now!" Nelson emphasized. "Do they know how important this girl is? Don't bring trivial matters to me."
"No, Chief, I mean the student saw a group of kidnappers taking this girl!" the officer said, wiping cold sweat and pointing at the photo in Nelson's hand.
"What? A student saw this girl being kidnapped? Why didn't you mention this crucial information first? Don't you know how to prioritize when reporting?" Nelson grabbed the officer by the collar, his face inches away, seething with anger.
"Take me to this student immediately!"
Bertram rushed to the police station to report what he had seen. He described the appearance and details of the kidnapped girl to an officer.
However, midway through his account, the officer was suddenly called away for some urgent matter.
"Hey, hey, is there anything more important than the Olson Family's daughter being kidnapped right now? Do you guys even want to keep your police station?" Bertram ranted.
Just then, the door burst open, and in walked a greasy, rotund man who looked like a well-fed pig. His eyes, buried in folds of flesh, were filled with excitement as he looked at Bertram.
But the excitement quickly vanished, replaced by a serious demeanor as he pulled out a photo.
"Can you confirm if this is the girl you saw being kidnapped?" The fat man sat down in front of Bertram.
Bertram glanced at the photo. It was indeed Vanessa, the girl he saw being kidnapped in the alley. It seemed the police had already received news of the Olson Family's daughter's disappearance.
This made things easier. He was worried the police wouldn't take his information seriously.
"Yes, that's her! I saw a group of men in black kidnapping her last night!" Bertram quickly said.
Officer Nelson's chubby hands trembled as he grabbed Bertram's hands, exclaiming excitedly, "Kid, you're my savior!"
Bertram was taken aback. Why was this guy so emotional?
A nearby officer then introduced the fat man as the chief of the police station.
Bertram could hardly believe it. The chief of the largest police station in the area held a significant position in the city, and yet he was acting like this.
The Olson Family's influence was indeed terrifying.
But this was exactly what Bertram had hoped for.
"Chief, I saw a group of men in black kidnapping her last night at 7 PM in the alley at 5 Fuyuan Street. The leader had a scar near his eye. I also heard them say something about meeting up somewhere, but I can't recall where exactly..." Bertram said thoughtfully.
"What?!" Officer Nelson stared at Bertram in shock.
He had hoped Bertram might provide some useful information about the kidnapping, but this was beyond his expectations.
"Where are they meeting?" Officer Nelson asked, almost holding his breath.
"Oh, right! It's an abandoned power plant called Azure Blue!" Bertram suddenly remembered.
This standout informant not only knew the physical characteristics of the kidnappers but also their meeting spot.
What had seemed like a hopeless kidnapping case now had a glimmer of hope for rescuing the victim.
The pressure from the Olson family seemed to ease instantly.
"Kid, you're the best informant of the year!"
"Ahem! Alright, we've received your crucial information. Rest assured, our police department will not let those kidnappers get away. To ensure your safety, we'll arrange a special room for you while we take action to make sure you're protected," Officer Nelson said seriously.
Those kidnappers had almost cost him his job, and they deserved the harshest punishment!
Officer Nelson's professionalism was unquestionable. Isolating the informant wasn't just to protect him but also to prevent any leaks about their operation.