The car was parked in the corner of a busy street outside a gold shop with a thriving business.
I’m Jack, a civil police.
I don’t arrest criminals.
Well, not ordinary criminals, at least.
Ever since I've received a tip-off, I’ve been waiting here for three days but no suspicious target has been here yet.
I looked at my watch, noting that I could manage to take five minutes out to get some breakfast at the restaurant nearby.
I woke my 200kg, thunderously snoring, assistant slash driver up. "Keep watch for a while, Fatty. I’ll get breakfast. Call me if there’s any development."
Fatty rubbed his belly, smiling. "Get me 3 buns, a breadstick, and salted soy milk."
I got out of the car.
I jogged to the restaurant and sighed upon noticing the long line.
Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
My phone rang. Frustrated, I answered it.
