True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 979

Terence was rendered speechless by the insult, and his gaze darkened.

Jensen was already annoyed at him, but what was even more infuriating was that Terence had used his power to remove Jensen from his job just because of personal feelings. He knew that Jensen was after Xavier, but he did not make things easy for Jensen.

Jensen then continued, "Since you want to make things difficult for me, you'd better do it. Don't look back or change your mind. Otherwise, I will look down on you."

At this moment, Terence's face had already flushed red from exasperation. He pursed his lips, pointed at Jensen, and bellowed, "Jensen, believe it or not, I will fire you."

"What?" Jensen was genuinely startled.

He stared at Terence and smiled. "Fire me? I'm afraid you don't have the authority. Our team was formed based on an entrance exam, and you need sufficient reason to kick me out. Otherwise, you would go down with me. Do you think I would let a pest like you stay and drag the others down?"

The more Jensen looked at him, the more irritated he was. He felt that a man should be courageous whenever necessary. Or else, he would be trampled upon by the villain.

Terence was so annoyed at Jensen that he lost his mind. He suddenly pulled out a gun from his back and shouted angrily, "Jensen, believe it or not, I will shoot you!" Jensen paused. He did not expect Terence to be armed at any time.

They could only use firearms according to procedures when they were on duty. Yet, Terence had actually taken the guns on his own despite being not on duty. Jensen was truly shocked.

It seemed that the person who did not take the rules seriously was Terence himself.

Even at gunpoint, Jensen was fearless. He sneered with disdain as he asked, "What's wrong? Do you not know the rules of gun usage?"

Director Allen sneered, "Why? Are you afraid?"

"Which eye of yours do you see I'm afraid?" Jensen smiled in return. He was not afraid of Terence at all. "If I die here, you won't be able to get off scot-free."

Terence was taken aback by Jensen's self-righteous attitude. He suddenly realized that if he pulled the trigger, he would not be able to escape.

He was in a daze for a moment, but Jensen could notice his hesitation. With a smile, he said, "Director Allen, we have no hatred for each other. You are willing to go this far just to cozy up to someone. Although I have also violated the rules, I did not deserve this. I simply don't respect someone who wouldn't stand his own ground. If you're angered by my words, you can shoot me. If I blink even for once, I won't call myself a man."

Terence was furious. He growled, "Jensen, what's the point of being arrogant? What do you gain from it?"

"A straight boot is not afraid of a crooked shoe," Jensen replied calmly. "It's best if we do things righteously."

"Do you really think that I don't dare to shoot?" Terence was increasingly embarrassed.

"It's up to you." Jensen chuckled and said, "It's just that whether you shoot or not, you will be punished for using a gun. Be careful, or you may be fired." "B*stard!" Terence was so enraged that he started shaking.

"Terence Allen, put the gun down!"

All of a sudden, a loud roar came from the door.

Terence's body froze. He immediately turned around and saw Vincent Holland, the chief director of the police station, standing at the door with a solemn gaze. "What do you intend to do?" Vincent looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "Isn't it embarrassing enough for you already?"

"Director Holland, I..." Terence dropped the gun in his hand. His arrogance instantly dissipated. Jensen stood there as he glanced at Vincent and said, "Director Holland, I'll betaking my leave."

He thought that Vincent had come to look for Terence, so he decided to leave and allow them space.

"It's alright," Vincent answered. "You don't have to avoid me. I came because I want to see you, Jensen. You have been wronged."

Jensen paused. He didn't expect Vincent would say this to him. He quickly shook his head. "It's nothing. I didn't complete the procedure in time. I was at fault as well."

Vincent looked at him and asked, "Do you really think so?"

"Yes, I do." Jensen nodded.

Vincent then looked at Terence and ordered, "Terence, turn your gun in."

"Understood!" Terence dared not act presumptuously in front of the superior and he could only obediently comply with the order.

When the gun was set on the table, Vincent noticed that the gun was loaded.

He glared at Terence icily. Then, he picked up the gun and removed the bullets while sneering, "Terence, someone complained that you were equipped with guns at all times. I didn't believe it until I witnessed it for myself. How will you explain this?"

"I..." Terence was at a loss for words. He was anxious as he quickly said, "I carried it in advance today because I was on duty. I don't always carry a gun with me. Who complained about me?" While speaking, he glanced at Jensen.

Jensen immediately frowned and retorted, "Why, do you think it was me?"

Terence's lips curled into a cold smile. Indeed, he assumed it was Jensen.

Jensen answered, "I don't have time to care whether you carry guns around or not. My work has been very heavy every day. It's better to save my energy to crack cases than to watch over you, so you don't have to doubt me. If I knew that you have always carried guns, I would have warned you."

"You don't have to look at him!" Vincent interrupted Terence's thoughts and said, "Many people have complained about you. I came here today for two reasons. One is to deal with Jensen's affairs, and the other is to deal with you. You are now suspended."

Terence gasped in astonishment.

Jensen was also stunned. He didn't expect that his wish would come true. It was too shocking.

Feeling dumbstruck, he turned to stare at Vincent as well.

"I have received too many letters and calls complaining about you. Now, the civil forces are all against you. If you want to explain yourself, you can explain it at the meeting which the leaders of our department will be having." After saying that, Vincent took the gun and handed it over to Jensen. "Jensen, do your job well. Hand the gun over to the warehouse, and then resume dealing with the case that you took over before. I will be your boss for the time being. You may report to me directly."

"Yes, sir!" Jensen immediately grew excited as he promised, "Director Holland, I'll handle the case at once."

"Go ahead."

"Okay." Jensen then left promptly.

Meanwhile, Terence sat on the chair and lowered his head despondently.

Vincent merely glanced at him before he turned to leave.