Another half month has passed.
With Christmas approaching, decorated Christmas trees have begun to appear on the streets and squares of New York City, as well as inside some shopping malls and stores.
The festive atmosphere is getting stronger, and the children on the street are all smiles, looking forward to their Christmas gifts.
Bain and his new partner strolled along a block.
This wasn't their patrol area; it was just that their new partner, Buck, was going to a toy store across the street to buy Christmas presents for his son.
So the two of them, who had just returned from a temporary mission, headed in that direction together.
As soon as I entered the store, I heard two childish voices arguing.
Inside the store is a real pine tree Christmas tree, decorated with ribbons, baubles, and small gifts, which are the children's favorite things.
A one-meter-long sleigh was parked next to the Christmas tree, piled high with gift boxes.
"There is no Santa Claus in the world. The fairy tales and myths are all lies, just to fool us children."
A little boy who looked to be only about 10 years old was talking to a little girl in the store who looked a little younger than him.
The little girl stood under the Christmas tree, clutching one of the antlers of a toy reindeer, and argued defiantly with the little boy.
"There must be a Santa Claus! I receive presents in the stockings I hang by the fireplace every year!"
"Hmph, that must have been put there secretly by your dad. My dad told me long ago that Santa Claus is an adult in disguise."
"And do you dare say you've ever seen Santa Claus?!"
The little boy said this with great pride.
The little girl's face turned bright red with anger.
"You're talking nonsense. You're a bad kid. You definitely didn't receive a present from Santa Claus."
The little boy's smug expression froze, and his face turned sour; he had never received a Christmas present since he was a child.
"Hmph, anyway, Santa Claus doesn't exist, and all those other legends and myths are just lies. My dad is a scientist, so what he says must be true."
The shop owner was serving Buck, and he seemed a bit of a headache as the two children, who had just been looking around the shop, suddenly started arguing.
Bain walked toward the two children.
He squatted down in front of them.
Seeing the older man approach, the two children showed no sign of shutting up.
"Alright, children, why are you arguing in front of the Christmas tree about whether Santa Claus exists?"
Seeing that the two children wanted to speak at the same time, Bain quickly raised his hand to stop them.
"Does Santa Claus exist? I think every child would ask this question, and most adults would say yes."
"So regardless of whether Santa Claus exists or not, at least he has his own significance."
"Similarly, your father says that fairy tales and legends are all lies, but he will definitely produce solid evidence."
Seeing the little boy puffing up as if about to speak, Bain stood up with a smile, took a baseball glove off the Christmas tree, and then took off a feather hat.
"These two items are Christmas gifts from your uncle. I think I can play the role of Santa Claus for now."
Bain turned toward the counter.
"Boss, I'll buy these two."
The boss then gave him an OK sign.
The two children who received the gift were overjoyed, and even the little boy was happily playing with the baseball glove, showing no intention of arguing anymore.
Buck and Bain both paid their bills and left the store.
"Hey buddy, you're so patient with kids, you'll be a great father someday!"
Bain smiled at Buck.
"I just can't stand people questioning the authenticity of legends and stories."
"Haha, that must be an important and wonderful memory for you!"
Buck smiled knowingly.
Yes... important and beautiful...
...
The New York Police Department Commissioner has signed off on Detective Bain James's promotion.
As an outstanding police officer who survived a previous operation and was awarded the Medal of Honor, Bain James returned to the police force to resume work before his wounds had fully healed.
This is extremely rare within the entire American police system.
Furthermore, his work attitude became extremely serious, and his case-solving efficiency was unparalleled in the entire police station.
Several important cases were solved in a short period of time, including preventing an attack planned by foreign terrorism.
Many of his colleagues believed that Bain was spurred on by the death of his longtime partner, Jobri, and thus vowed to avenge him.
However, only Bain himself knows what happened.
From this hour onwards, he will be a senior inspector.
The police station had closed for the day, and many officers, except for those on duty, were heading home.
"Bane, aren't you leaving?"
Buck called out to Bain as he passed by.
"Okay, I'll look up some more information. You can go back now. Remember to hide your son's gift well, so that the kid doesn't find it before Christmas Eve."
"Hehe, you're really going all out. I'm off now."
On Bain's computer screen, lines of data were jumping around.
He patiently examined the data and documents, searching for suitable targets.
Then the focus shifts to a photograph and a document.
"Siso Albansson, a former weapons systems design expert at General Dynamics, was laid off due to personal debt issues and is currently located in Toronto, Canada..."
I transferred the data to a personal document, and the data on the screen started to flow again.
Half an hour later, the focus shifted again to a personal profile.
Martin Wilson, a retired physics professor from MIT, now resides in Washington, D.C.
...
Inside an unusually dimly lit old church, there was an exquisite dining table.
It was decorated with exquisite food and a silver candlestick with a lit candle.
Caviar, foie gras, tender steak, and a bottle of bright red beverage that had already been opened.
At one of the two seats at the table sat a vampire named Daisy, who was wearing a black, tight leather outfit and had a voluptuous figure.
On the other side is Karl, the vampire, dressed in a tuxedo.
The other food on the table was only tasted briefly, but the drinks were consumed quickly.
A crisp cell phone notification sound rang out.
Dai Shan took out her phone.
Two encrypted emails signed "Beibei Little Wooden Puppet" were sent.
He opened and downloaded the email, forwarded it to Carl, and then read it carefully.
After a long while, Daisy licked her red lips, which looked even more vibrant after drinking her beverage.
"Do you want to go to Canada or Washington, D.C."
Karl raised his wine glass in a gesture of respect.
"Ladies first."
"Okay, then I'll go to Canada with Monica and Hanchi. I've heard the environment there is nice and the people are very healthy~"
After saying that, Dai Shan chuckled softly.
"Then I'll go to Washington, hopefully I can meet some pretty girls in the bars there."
Daisy looked at it with a hint of mockery.
With a vampire's eyesight, they can see clearly not only in dim candlelight, but also in complete darkness.
Carl gave an awkward laugh.
"Okay, okay, I'll control myself and only try a little. I understand, I understand!"
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