The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 135: The Tough-Gal Detective]

In the morning, at the medical center.

Injured, Broderick lay on his hospital bed. His once prominent nose drooped sadly on his face. Pain caused him to occasionally move his lips, but no teeth were visible; he could only emit muffled sounds of discomfort.

This was a room specifically set up as a collaboration between the LAPD and the hospital to treat serious offenders.

Two metal chains cuffed Broderick's wrists and locked them to iron rings bolted into the concrete wall. Faint voices drifted in from outside.

Officer Wayne, who was on duty, received a phone call. Shortly after, a food delivery staff member wearing a white coat and mask pushed a cart toward him.

Wayne conducted a routine check of the food cart, finding no illegal items. He murmured, "Hurry up."

The white coat nodded and pushed the cart into the ward.

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