NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 308 308: Are You Threatening an Officer?!

In short order, multiple police cruisers arrived and halted close to the incident site. Officers hopped out, drew their sidearms, and trained them on Elle and her men, who faced them with utter composure, ignoring the barrels pointed their way.

What the arriving cops beheld was a grisly tableau: corpses littered across the highway, sprawled amid the debris and mangled remains of demolished vehicles.

Only the nearby chopper's landing and the exit of its fully equipped soldiers prevented the police from firing on the spot.

"HOLD IT! Drop your weapons RIGHT NOW!" the lead officer bellowed, gun steady on them. "This is a grave crime! We want explanations! All of you, come to the station with us and account for this!"

But no one obeyed; Elle stepped ahead coolly instead, her rifle slung over her shoulder, addressing him fearlessly.

"Officer, I can give you the answers you seek. But lower that gun first—my team won't hold back against anyone aiming at my boss, not after what went down."

"What rubbish is that!?" the cop yelled in retort, demanding, "Threatening an officer? What do you think you're pulling!?"

Elle flashed a smirk, cocking her head to one side, then stated, "Would you buy it if I said one word from me ends every one of you? That's exactly what happens if you don't stand down now. Count on it."

Her bold, defiant words enraged the officer. How dare this woman intimidate him so? Hadn't she grasped the fallout from her threats?

Before a reply could form, Elle's backup leveled rifles at him and his comrades. Goosebumps prickled his neck—he'd clearly misread the danger moments ago.

A fellow officer beside him stammered nervously, "Captain... let's do as she says... They're willing to back us up and team up on cleanup."

"Shut your mouth, idiot!" the captain snapped at the underling, who shrank back. Yet he saw the logic—no gain in clashing with rule-breakers.

"Tch, you got it," the captain yielded, dropping his aim while fixing Elle with a hard stare. "Fine, tag along to the station and fill us in on this nightmare? Dead bodies everywhere, and your bird drops armed thugs right here."

Elle dipped her head affirmatively. "Certainly, officer. We're glad to assist however needed."

Soon, dark sedans rolled up to the site, disgorging suited figures who approached Oliver and company.

Oliver knew the frontrunner, trailed by escorts, as John, Ashford Global Enterprises' ace attorney. Greetings exchanged, they loaded into cars and sped to the precinct.

Meanwhile, officers handled the fallout: sealing the zone, hauling away wreckage, tending to the thugs' cadavers.

Once at headquarters, guides showed them to a sparse room lined with seats. Their escort bade them sit anywhere, and Oliver claimed spots.

"Mr. Oliver, the chief awaits shortly. I've clued them in, no hassles expected." John assured him, scanning the group. "No stresses—hand it all to me."

John's confident pledge earned Oliver's nod. Thankful for the sharp lawyer's prep, he let him manage the mess.

Maya beside him leaned over, clasping his hand in a vise grip.

Tremors racked her from the fresh ordeal, images burned into her thoughts. Without Oliver's steady nerve through the chaos, she'd have been lost.

The other women shared her turmoil. Everyday folk upended by abrupt peril, their narrow escape a stroke of fortune—else who could say the outcome?

Noticing their unease, Oliver moved to ease it. "Girls, easy now. No more threats to you. It's all locked down."

The group nodded in unison but kept silent, still trying to shake off the shock from the earlier incident.

After a stretch of quiet waiting in the room, the door swung open, admitting a balding man with a protruding belly. "Mr. John, the chief is ready to see Mr. Oliver. Please follow me."

John rose from his chair and guided Oliver out of the room while the officer held the door for them.

The others remained behind, since only Oliver had to recount the details of the incident to the chief.