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Chapter 500

Chapter 500:
“Ah!” the man cried out from the impact.
Gasping for breath, Belinda unleashed a flurry of kicks to the man’s head, adrenaline driving her strength. “You bitch! I will kill you!” the man exclaimed in anger, clutching his head.
After a few more powerful kicks, dizziness overtook Belinda. Her body swayed as she staggered backward a few steps. The sedative she had inhaled began to take effect. The man, seizing the moment, struggled as he stood up.
After being thrown and kicked so many times, the man felt excruciating pain coursing through his body. As he prepared to confront Belinda again, the sight of a couple approaching halted his movements. Acknowledging Belinda’s formidable combat skills, he clenched his teeth and made a reluctant decision to flee.
Belinda watched the man retreat, releasing a profound sigh of relief. Completely drained of energy, she slumped to the ground. Truthfully, had the confrontation continued, she might not have been able to overpower him. His strength was formidable, and the disorienting effects of the sedative had left her weak.
“Hey, are you okay?” a concerned female voice called out.
Looking up, Belinda saw a couple had stopped beside her. Through fits of coughing, she said, “Could you please call the police for me?”
“Of course, I’m on it!” the woman replied, quickly dialing the police.
The authorities responded swiftly, with two officers arriving soon at the scene. After hearing Belinda’s account, the officers exchanged a grave glance. One of them turned to Belinda and said, “Ms. Wright, we need you to come with us to the police station. Your account matches elements of another case we’re working on.”
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Belinda paused for a moment and then nodded, her voice soft as she said, “Alright.”
But as soon as she stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to almost stumble to the ground. Thankfully, the nearby officer was quick to steady her.
“Ms. Wright, we will take you to the hospital first, and the criminal investigation team will visit you later,” the officer said.
“Alright, thank you,” Belinda replied, her tone weary but composed. She could feel just how drained her body was.
Two officers escorted Belinda to the nearest hospital. Not long after her arrival, the criminal investigation team arrived. Following protocol, they carefully documented Belinda’s injuries and collected skin tissue from under her nails—evidence from the assailant.
Fortunately, the sedative Belinda had inhaled was minimal, leaving her in a stable condition. After an examination, the doctor placed her on an IV drip. However, her neck injury was more severe. A long, red mark—where the skin had been broken and bled—stretched across her neck. Judging by the thickness of the mark, it was likely caused by a thin cord or something similar.
Half-reclining on the hospital bed with the IV drip in her arm, Belinda listened as Luka Courtenay, the captain of the criminal investigation team, said, “Based on your account, the man you encountered tonight is likely the same person responsible for the last three rape cases.” Belinda’s eyes widened, her shock unmistakable.
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