The Supreme Soldier in the City

"What should we do?" Helen Wilson looked at James Brown.

James Brown shrugged his shoulders and said, "If we want to live, we can’t let them capture us; we must escape."

"But what if they’re police?"

"We have to flee from the police too. If they’re coming to capture us now, isn’t it obvious what that means?"

Helen Wilson’s eyes widened as she asked, "How can the police escape? Are we going to assault the police?"

"So what do you suggest we do? Surrender without a fight, let them take the evidence? Not only would we have wasted our time, but our money would be lost too. And once we’re locked up, there would be no hope for release. We’d spend a lifetime in prison for a crime we didn’t commit. It’s your choice."

At the sound of the increasingly urgent knocking, Helen Wilson finally clenched her teeth and swung her fist decisively, saying, "Alright, I’ll follow your lead."

James Brown hummed in acknowledgment, "Okay, let’s get ready to open the door."

Helen Wilson quickly added, "But we’d better not hurt anyone. After all, these police might not know what’s going on. They could just be following orders."

James Brown nodded and said, "No problem, it’s not a good look to injure the cops anyway, even if we explain things later."

Relieved by James Brown’s agreement, Helen Wilson and James Brown then left the bedroom, while Emily Jenkins was already pacing anxiously. She wasn’t daring to make a sound in the room, unsure whether to open the door or respond. Having made one mistake today, she no longer dared to speak recklessly.