The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 444 - 451: Two Petty Thieves

Chapter 444: Chapter 451: Two Petty Thieves

Emily Berns perked up her ears, listening intently to the sounds outside. On this silent night, the noises were growing clearer and clearer. Emily was already certain there were burglars inside, and it was not one but two people. Their audacity was astonishing—not only were they rummaging through things, but they were also talking aloud.

"Boss, go easy. Don’t wake up the people here."

"What’s to worry about? I’ve already looked into this. There’s only one woman living in this house. If she doesn’t wake up, fine. If she does, we’ll have some fun with her."

"There’s a car parked downstairs, so she must be home. But boss, we’re just burglars. If we commit rape, the charges will be much worse."

"Bullshit. Look at you, you coward. Being a burglar means you’re already breaking the law. Rape or no rape, it just ups the stakes a little. Besides, judging by the woman’s lifestyle, she’s someone with status—living in a villa like this and driving a car. Losing some money won’t bother her. But if she gets raped, would she dare to go public about it? The shame would be hers to bear."

"But what if..."

"What if my ass! Hurry up and find the goods. Once we’re done, we’ll go find her."

"What if she hears us and calls the cops?"

"You idiot. See this phone? The woman’s phone is right here in the living room. What is she going to use to call the police?"

Emily felt as if her soul had almost left her body in fear. This house wasn’t even hers—it belonged to a friend who had recently gone abroad. Emily decided to stay here while visiting YODC City. Who would have thought she’d run into burglars?

The loss of some money didn’t bother her, but the two guys seemed to have designs on her. That was her biggest worry. To make matters worse, she hadn’t brought her phone upstairs. Otherwise, she could have already called the police.

She quickly jumped out of bed, locked the bedroom door, and tried to barricade it with something. But the bedroom was too sparsely furnished, containing only a bed and a built-in wardrobe that was fixed to the wall and impossible to move.

All she could do now was hope the lock was strong enough to keep the two burglars out.

Lying in bed, Emily pulled the blanket over her head, her heart pounding uncontrollably. In her ears, the sound of the burglars’ footsteps drew closer and closer to her bedroom door.

"Clack!" The door lock was twisted, and Emily’s heart nearly leapt out of her throat.

Fortunately, the lock merely clicked once, and then the burglars’ footsteps moved to the next room. This gave Emily a glimmer of hope—if they finished searching the room next door and couldn’t open her door, perhaps they would leave.

She could hear the other doors being opened one by one, followed by the sound of rummaging through items. Every second felt like an eternity to Emily.

The burglars eventually seemed to have finished their search and returned to her door, but then, suddenly, the sounds stopped entirely. Emily’s face turned deathly pale. It was clear they hadn’t given up on this room. If they did manage to come in... Emily couldn’t even bring herself to imagine what might happen.

Just then, the sound of them tampering with the lock echoed again. Instinctively, Emily pulled the blanket over her head. She was now completely paralyzed with fear, utterly at a loss for what to do.

The burglars turned out to be skilled lockpickers. In less than two minutes, the door was pushed open with a "clack." When Emily heard the sound, her heart sank completely. But that sinking sensation brought with it an odd sense of clarity. Suddenly, she threw off the blanket, bolted to the window, and darted over. She had long realized that she should have jumped from the window. Though this was the second floor, the height wasn’t too daunting. If she could just get outside, she’d have a chance to scream for help.

This villa was a standalone building, with some distance separating it from neighboring houses. Emily had originally chosen to stay here because of its peace and quiet, but now she realized that even if she screamed from the window, no one would hear her.

"Hey, pretty lady, don’t jump!" The two burglars had just entered the room and saw Emily dash toward the window. One of them instantly lunged at her, reaching out to grab her arm.

Emily’s room was equipped with air conditioning, so the windows were usually shut. To jump out, she had to open the window first. This brief delay allowed the burglar to close in on her.

"Help!" Emily screamed instinctively, frantically shaking off his grip and struggling to climb onto the windowsill.

"Haha, don’t worry, babe. Play nice and keep us happy, and we promise not to hurt you," the burglar said with a wicked laugh, reaching for her again.

But suddenly, Emily froze in place. Just as the burglar’s hand was about to touch her arm, an enormous hand suddenly extended from outside the window, grabbing hold of his wrist.

The scene was so bizarre—it was pitch dark outside, yet a hand had suddenly reached in. Even the boldest of men would likely be scared stiff at a moment like this.

"Ah!" The burglar screamed sharply, struggling desperately to free his arm. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t budge—it felt as if his hand was caught in a vice.

"Johnny Fool, come help me!" the burglar yelled frantically as he fought to escape.

The one called Johnny Fool rushed over. By the time he arrived, he saw a man seated casually on the windowsill, draped in a bath towel, firmly holding his comrade’s wrist. He immediately shouted, "Let go of my boss, you punk!"

The man was James Brown. He had been in the house all along, staying on the second floor since he first came upstairs. Emily had searched for him earlier but didn’t find him because James had hidden outside the window. Later, Emily hadn’t bothered checking the room again, and James had been sleeping soundly here.

When the two burglars entered, James had heard everything. Since he had just recently moved in, he suspected that these two might have other motives and decided to stay hidden, letting them rummage through the place.

But when they began targeting Emily for assault, James decided it was time to step in. Judging by their skills, these two were simple burglars—nothing more, nothing less. If they were real experts, James was confident he’d recognize it immediately.

"You jerk! So now you decide to show up?" Emily snapped, her fear instantly evaporating when she saw James. She didn’t know his full abilities, but she knew he had been entrusted with protecting important people—he must be formidable. These two petty crooks were no match for someone like him.

Though her fear subsided, rage took its place. How could someone like him lurk around while she’d been terrified for so long? He could’ve stopped them much earlier!

James chuckled lightly. "I was admiring the scenery outside and taking a stroll. Who knew two petty burglars would show up?"

"Shut up! Who believes that crap? Deal with those two quickly, and then I’ll deal with you!"

"No problem!" James laughed heartily, then turned his gaze to the burglar whose wrist he was gripping. The man was in his late twenties, with a pointed chin and shifty eyes—the very image of a thief. James’s smile vanished as his tone turned cold. "Stealing is bad enough, but thinking you could commit assault? You’re courting death."

"Go to hell!" The burglar’s fear turned to fury. His free hand lunged toward James, aiming to shove him out the window.

But just then, James released his grip and quickly shifted his position with eerie agility. The burglar stumbled forward, missing entirely, and careened toward the window.

Panicking, the man tried to stop himself, desperate not to fall. But his foot snagged on something, and he lost his balance entirely, cleanly plummeting out the window.

"Thud!" A dull crash echoed as the man hit the ground—a cement pavement below the window. Though it was only a second-story drop, the impact was harsh, leaving him writhing and unable to get up.

James turned his attention to Johnny Fool, speaking coldly. "Shall I throw you out, or will you jump yourself?"

"I...I’ll jump!" Johnny Fool wasn’t stupid, recognizing that James was far from ordinary. Running was his only hope—getting caught meant being handed over to the police.

Johnny Fool quickly approached the window, preparing to climb out.

But James grabbed him smoothly and tossed him out before he could react.

The burglar who had fallen earlier was just regaining his breath when Johnny Fool hurtled down from above, landing squarely on him.

"Ahhh!" A piercing scream echoed through the night before falling silent. The older burglar was now completely motionless.

"Boss, boss, are you okay?" Johnny Fool scrambled upright, panic-stricken, trying to lift his unconscious leader. But pain shot through his fingers, revealing several might be broken.

James showed no mercy toward petty criminals like them. If it weren’t for him, Emily would have suffered unspeakable harm tonight. He ensured the burglars would bear their punishment—even if they didn’t become completely disabled, their days of thievery were over for good.