The Odyssey of a Woman from Mars

The Asian Financial Conference, which was only held every three years, would take place in Oceanfront City this year! To everyone's surprise, the European financial giant Merovingian family, who had been mysterious and low-key, accepted the invitation to the aforesaid conference and sent the CEO of "White Consortium" as its delegate. Once the deal was concluded, White Consortium would invest hundreds of billions every year to control well-known companies in Asia, emerging as the greatest driving force for the region's economy. Therefore, the CEO of White Consortium was the most important supporter of the Asian Financial Conference. To be exact, he was the number 1 backer of Oceanfront City and even Asia. To protect this mysterious patron, the whole city was on high alert. The conference center was surrounded by guards, and not even a mouse could get in. However.... "There is a serious gang fight on the 3rd Beltway. All the units nearby to the scene, now!" "Roger that!" A crisp voice was transmitted through the walkie-talkie to the headquarters. "Deputy Director of the Oceanfront City North District Criminal Investigation Department Hester is on her way!" Reflected in the rearview mirror was a gorgeous face with clear and bright eyes. It was delicate and looked serious. Its owner was the deputy director of the Oceanfront City North District Criminal Investigation Department. Hester, the famous Officer Hester, was also dubbed "Violent Machine". "Copy that. Please make haste...." The man on the other end of the radio gave a routine answer but then realized something and screamed, "Wait! Officer Hester! Stand down!" It was just a brawl. If "Violent Machine" Hester went to the scene, people might die! "Why?" She sounded calm, but her pretty yet handsome face was dripping with doubt. "Well, Officer Hester, your mission today is to guard the Convention and Exhibition Center for the Asian Financial Conference. You should better stay put." Most importantly, as the "Weapon of Terror" of the North District Branch, it was not a good idea to send her unless it was imperative. Or else there might be necessary casualties! "I'm not interested in protecting the rich. My duty is to catch evil men, not to be an escort for the lucky few!" At that, she hung up and stepped on the accelerator. Hester held the steering wheel with one hand and placed the alarm on the roof of the car. She ignored the traffic lights and the dumbfounded traffic police, speeding through the city at nearly 180 mph. 'Let's see the wussies that dare to fight on my turf.' 'Mama is gonna make you repent like a bunch of crybabies!' she thought to herself. In the meeting room of the Oceanfront City North District Criminal Investigation Department, the man that Hester hung up on was stupefied. His neck stiff, he turned his head like a robot only to meet his captain's long face. "D-Officer Hester is heading to the 3rd Beltway." "What?" Hester's direct superior, Hamilton Brown, opened his eyes wide and roared, "Then what about the Convention and Exhibition Center? Even the European financial giant is going to show up today. How dare she disobey my orders!" "She said her duty was to catch evil men, not ... not to be an escort for the rich...." Hamilton was so mad that his face turned pale. He fumed gnashing his teeth, "Hester! You will find the bureau the last place you want to be at!" Surprisingly, the furious bellow shattered the fish tank on the director's desk upstairs. The pitiful fish bounced with its mouth wide open. The fat middle-aged director calmly picked up his glass and dropped the fish into it. Then he had the fish tank fragments cleaned up. Ever since Hester joined his bureau four years ago, the fish tanks on his desk had been exposed to greater peril. By now, a total of 88 tanks had been broken. ... He was stuck in traffic again. Farley White was driving to the convention and exhibition center in the North District of Oceanfront City. The lucky host of a pair of purple eyes was staring at the hopelessly jammed traffic in front of him with a slight frown. He tapped gently on the steering wheel with his slender fingers and waited patiently for a few minutes. However, there was no sign he could move any further. A ring came in the car. He answered the call and heard a woman's pleasing voice. "This is Linda. There are only 45 minutes left before the meeting. Please come as soon as possible." "Yes." One lonely word was uttered in his charming and calm voice before he hung up through the Bluetooth earphone. He indifferently swept the traffic and started the car, steering through a narrow gap in front of him. The sports car with excellent performance rushed onto the lawn, stirring the sand, and turned into a small alley beside the green belt. Then it headed towards the Convention and Exhibition Center on the 3rd Beltway which had less traffic. However, just as the sports car got on that road, the screech of brakes rang out. The wheels rubbing against the ground, he parked the car in front of a heap of ruins. Blocking his way were several seemingly abandoned cars. There were also clothes, sticks, and even cartridge casings lying on the road.... Indifferently sweeping the leavings in his car, Farley figured the city was not as safe as it was pitched. He pursed his thin lips and was about to change roads. Then he noticed a police car through the rearview mirror. Although a most common car for public service, it was racing even faster than his ever could. A squeal came. The police car was braked 30 meters away from him and slid to his car's side, slamming its back end like a thug.