Dean gave it a brief thought and ended the session of enhancement.
...
Not long after Cheston En was taken to the hospital.
A woman, flanked by two fully armed officers, knocked on Dean's door.
"Hello, I am Fana, the head of this local precinct. Do you have a moment to talk?"
Fana was a very pretty blonde, around thirty, wearing red mahogany glasses and dressed in slightly stern professional attire. But her taut clothing undoubtedly signaled to outsiders that she had substance.
Dean sized her up and smiled, "Of course, but don't you think bringing those two guys behind you is a bit much?"
"Not at all."
Fana wagged her finger. "Agent Dean, in the previous operation, you killed more than twelve people, most with a single strike. Over three suffered brutal torture before their deaths. And just now, your partner was sent to prison by your kick—the doctor said he probably won't be able to get out of bed for a month..."
