I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother - Chapter 275

[Gunfight + case-solving reasoning + decisive killing]

“I’ve been black and white, and you said I was an undercover agent???”

When Dean woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the scene where the robbers were sharing the spoils.

Because of the confusion of the original owner’s memory, Dean mistakenly thought that he was a real robber, so he chose to eat black and white, and emptied the magazine with an American-style Juhe.

Just when he was about to take the money and leave.

A blond beauty came to the door: “Dean is an intern police officer. The bank in the town was robbed. I ordered you to investigate the suspect. You don’t want to fail your internship, do you?”

It turns out that I am an undercover agent!

Dean is numb…

- Description from novelbuddy

[A Douluo Dalu 2: Peerless Tang Sect Fanfiction]He awakened a unique martial soul and forged unfair contracts with soul beasts.Born in obscurity, he rose as a formidable overlord amidst the chaos.He suppressed countless prodigies of his era, his talent unparalleled.He is the true Beastmaster King, the ruler of all beasts.In the shadows, he gathered strength, advancing step by step, until he reigned supreme, unifying the continent.Whether human or soul beast, he would make all beings submit and become the sole sovereign of the land.Ending the turmoil, bringing order to the world—he would ascend to the highest throne, standing above all in an era of chaos.[Multiple love interests, no simping, mastery of strategy, seizing every advantage]

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.