Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Ruthless Authority
As Celeste spoke, the SWAT team captain entered the room. One hand held a file folder, the other gripped a stack of IDs.

He handed them over. “Miss Hawthorne, if there’s nothing else, we’ll be taking our leave.”

“Everything verified?” Celeste asked as she took the IDs.

“Yes, ma’am. These individuals are involved in organized crime. As for these officers, they’re accused of accepting bribes, delaying response times, and aiding criminal activities. They’ve already been dismissed from duty.”

The captain saluted after his report.

“Take them all in,” Celeste ordered. “As for the public fallout, that’s your department’s problem.”

“Understood. We’ll take care of it,” the SWAT captain replied, now all smiles, completely different from his earlier stern demeanor.

Celeste gave a curt nod.

With her approval, the captain signaled his men, and one by one, the suspects on the ground were cuffed.

Just then, Leon regained consciousness. Hearing the exchange between Celeste and the captain, he immediately erupted.

“Do you even know who I work for?! You think you can charge me?!” He spat on the ground, his face twisted in rage. “Commissioner Joe won’t let you get away with this, you idiots! In a few days, I’ll be out, and when I am, you’re all dead!”

Celeste didn’t bother replying. She simply kicked him.

Crack.

Her boot connected with his neck, producing the unmistakable sound of bone fracturing.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

Even with restraint, Celeste’s strike had cracked his vertebrae. If she had put in just a little more force, she could have snapped his neck outright.

The SWAT captain twitched. ‘Damn… she’s ruthless. No wonder nobody messes with the Ninth Division.’

He was relieved he hadn’t insisted on taking them in earlier. He still remembered last year, his unit had responded to an emergency call. Three suspects had nearly wrecked an entire shopping mall. The strange part? No one had seen who they were fighting. Yet, the trio had been carrying a case, and radiation detectors had picked up significant energy fluctuations from inside it.

When the SWAT team arrived, the suspects presented Ninth Division credentials and claimed they were on an official mission. Their team leader, however, wasn’t having it. Ignoring their clearance, he insisted they surrender the case and tried to cuff them.

What happened next was inevitable. In under five minutes, the entire SWAT team was down.

There were even rumors that one of their snipers had taken a shot, straight to the forehead of one of the suspects.

The bullet didn’t penetrate.

And that sniper? He ended up far worse. His limbs were shattered, and the very finger he had pulled the trigger with had been snapped clean off.

By the next day, the incident was buried. The SWAT team leader was reassigned to a quiet rural station as a ‘retirement’ post.

As for the rest of the unit? They were quietly scattered across different squads.

The sniper, from what people said, had received a hefty compensation package and was reassigned to a desk job.

That incident was exactly why, the moment Ethan had stepped out and claimed to be from the Ninth Division, the SWAT captain hadn’t proceeded with the assault.

And then, right after, this woman showed up.

“Captain, we’ve got a problem,” one of the SWAT officers said as he approached.

“What problem?” the captain turned to him.

“Sir, we can’t transport them.”

The captain frowned. “Why not?”

“Every single one of them has at least one broken bone. If we move them, we might cause further injuries. And we’ve only got three armored vans, there are over thirty of them here. No way we can fit them all.”

As he spoke, the officer’s gaze lingered on Leo and Williams.

It had to be these two. The SWAT officer was certain.

‘They look about my age, but damn, they went hard.’

Breaking someone’s leg with just their bare hands? That took serious skill. So, this Ninth Division… just how terrifying are they?

He was new, barely a year in the force. He hadn’t heard about what had happened to the previous SWAT team that had crossed paths with the Ninth division.

“Call for ambulances,” the captain ordered, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. These guys weren’t just tough—they were on another level.

If only he had men like them under his command.

Then again, that was wishful thinking. The country’s top combat specialists were either elite soldiers or part of the Ninth Division.

The military ones? You’d never see them unless there was a war. But the Ninth Division? They lived among ordinary people, blending in. Their identities only surfaced when they were on a mission.

Take Ethan, for example.

On paper, he was just some small business owner running a local gym. But in reality? He was the vice-captain of the Ninth Division’s M-Squad.

During verification, the captain had also learned something else, Ethan was a college sophomore. And this gym? He had just recently bought it out.

The idiot who caused all this trouble, Leon, had no idea who he had provoked.

Didn’t he stop to think? Someone who could casually drop two million dollars wasn’t just some random nobody. Leon had walked straight into a death trap.

Of course, Leon wouldn’t have done it without some encouragement.

The real instigator? That red-haired bastard, Len.

Len had convinced Leon that Ethan had no real backing, just some spoiled rich kid with a bit of money.

Leon had done some digging himself, found out Ethan wasn’t some trust fund brat, nor was he from an old money family. Sure, he lived in a villa, but rumors said he was just mooching off a woman.

As for Lyla, she was just the daughter of a small-time business owner. No connections, no power.

With that information, Leon felt safe.

And why wouldn’t he? He had Commissioner Joe’s son backing him. Whatever happened, one word from the Commissioner. would make the problem disappear.

It wasn’t the first time Leon had pulled this stunt. He’d done it plenty of times before, strong-arming businesses, raking in profits, splitting the cash with the commissioner’s son.

This time, his plan was airtight.

He had two hundred grand ready, planning to force Ethan into selling the gym. Once he flipped the property, he’d be walking away with a clean four-hundred-thousand-dollar profit.

He’d already laid the groundwork, booking the place out for a full week while Ethan was supposedly out of town.

Then yesterday, his guys had reported back, Ethan was finally back. So today, he made his move, ready to pressure Ethan into giving up the gym.

But of all the things he had accounted for, he hadn’t factored in the two monsters Ethan had brought home with him.

He barely even saw what happened before he blacked out. And when he woke up?

His entire crew was face-down on the floor. Even the seven cops he had in his pocket were down and out, just like the rest of them.