DNA Sample

　　 The security system in the residential area remained tight as before.

　　James was stopped at the gate last time even with a search warrant.

　　It would probably be harder than reaching the sky if he wanted to obtain Olivia's DNA sample this time.

　　"Do you have a search warrant?" Emma asked.

　　She didn't see James holding any paper similar to a search warrant but instead saw him moving a large box into the trunk of the car.

　　Only he knew what was inside the box.

　　"I don't," James shook his head, not feeling troubled by not having a search warrant.

　　"Then how do you plan to get in?" Emma stared at the security guards at the entrance, doubting they would let James in.

　　"Just wait and see," James said confidently.

　　He opened the trunk, took out the large box, and in front of Benjamin and Emma, opened it.

　　Inside was a box of clothes.

　　He took out a set of delivery worker's clothes, changed into them, and tidied himself up in the rearview mirror.

　　After putting on a hat, he looked no different from other delivery workers.

　　He was satisfied with his appearance and even believed he was one.

　　He made a triumphant gesture to Benjamin and Emma, then walked towards the entrance of the residential area, just like a soldier who believed he would win the battle."

　　Emma turned her head and asked Benjamin, "Do you think he can get in?" "Unless those security guards are a bunch of idiots," Benjamin didn't have a good opinion of James.

　　"Why? He looks quite dressed up like a delivery person, the security guards shouldn't suspect him," Emma said.

　　"He does look good, but he's missing something, and it's exactly that something that gave him away," Benjamin replied.

　　"What is it?" "Have you ever seen a delivery person go empty-handed?" "Oh my god!" Emma exclaimed in surprise.

　　If it weren't for Benjamin's reminder, she wouldn't have noticed that James had empty hands.

　　Without carrying anything, how could anyone believe he was a delivery person? Benjamin continued, "The security guards here have strict rules, they won't just let anyone in.

　　They just need to contact the homeowner and James' trick will be exposed." As Benjamin said, the security guards became suspicious of James with empty hands and exposed his lie after contacting the homeowner.

　　Before the security guards could assault him, James slinked back in frustration.

　　"Looks like you were right," Emma said, looking at James who even lost his hat, smiling bitterly.

　　After getting back into the car, James angrily shouted, "These damn security guards act like they're guarding a spy.

　　Just wait and see, I will definitely get in!" "You're not giving up?" Benjamin asked.

　　He thought that James had learned his lesson after one failure.

　　"Don’t worry, failure is just temporary, I have a way," James said confidently.

　　He took another set of clothes from the big box, changed out of his current outfit, and immediately transformed from being a delivery person to an insect exterminator.

　　After the previous lesson, this time he specifically brought a bottle of pesticide to ensure success.

　　"It's like attending a costume party," Emma couldn't help but laugh.

　　If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would believe that James was an exterminator.

　　The important thing was that this time he wore a mask, so the security guards wouldn't recognize him.

　　"To be honest, James is quite skilled at makeup," Benjamin didn't think much of James' disguise.

　　"No matter how good his makeup skills are, he still won't be able to get in.

　　I've already said it, as soon as the security guards contact the homeowner, his trick will be exposed," Benjamin insisted.

　　"Once again, you were right," Emma saw James slink back in frustration once more, throwing the bottle of pesticide at the security guards.

　　"I refuse to believe that I can't get in!" James took off his jacket and threw it into the car, ready to change into another set of equipment.

　　"What else can you impersonate?" Emma asked as she looked inside the box while James opened it.

　　"Security guards, lawyers, priests, and more.

　　I can impersonate all of them, there's always an identity that will let me blend in," James said as he rummaged through the box, thinking about which persona to take on this time.

　　"Where did you get all these things?" Emma asked, "I mean, you're quite good at impersonating each character, how do you even have all these?"

　　"When I was in school, I learned acting.

　　There was a period of time when I would always squat on the street, carefully observing every person.

　　When I returned home, I would practice on my own," James said suddenly feeling a bit disheartened.

　　He always wanted to be an actor.

　　If he hadn't become a police officer, he could have become an excellent actor, maybe even win awards.

　　"It's useless, I advise you not to waste your time," Benjamin couldn't help but finally speak up.

　　"You can look over there.

　　The security guards already have suspicions.

　　No matter what disguise you wear, they will see through it.

　　And it won't be easy for you to come back."

　　James looked towards the entrance of the residential area and indeed saw an increased number of security guards.

　　Some people even hid inside the flowerbeds outside the gate, ready to catch him when he approached.

　　Fortunately, his car was parked quite far away.

　　Otherwise, he would have been discovered by those security guards, which made him very angry.

　　"What should we do then, give up?" James asked.

　　"I have to get her DNA sample!"

　　Benjamin checked the time and suddenly said, "It should be about time."

　　"What do you mean by 'about time'?" James asked puzzled.

　　Just then, a garbage truck arrived from afar.

　　It stopped at the entrance of the residential area, went through an inspection, and then drove into the area.

　　"Damn, how did I not think of the janitors!" James regretfully exclaimed.

　　"If I dressed up as a janitor, I could definitely get in!"

　　"Even if you dressed up as a janitor, you still wouldn't be able to get in.

　　You don't have their credentials," Benjamin said.

　　"You still haven't answered my earlier question.

　　We can't just give up like that.

　　How can we get her DNA sample?" James asked again.

　　"Just wait here," Benjamin said.

　　"Wait here?" James looked at Benjamin in confusion.

　　He didn't think Olivia would willingly come out and hand over her DNA sample to them.

　　"Yes, wait," Benjamin repeated.

　　James put the box back in the trunk of the car and sat in the car, patiently waiting.

　　This period of time was torture for him.

　　He either raised his hand to scratch his head or tapped his foot lightly.

　　He needed to find something to do.

　　Half an hour later, the garbage truck came out of the residential area again.

　　Benjamin instructed Emma, who was sitting in the driver's seat, "Follow it."

　　Emma started the car and caught up with the truck.

　　After trailing behind it for a while, she suddenly accelerated and blocked the garbage truck.

　　The driver on the garbage truck honked the horn frantically.

　　It was really dangerous just now.

　　If he hadn't stepped on the brakes in time, the two vehicles would have collided.

　　The driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled, "Are you looking to die? How do you drive?"

　　"Police, get out of the car!" Benjamin got out of the car and shouted at the driver on the garbage truck.

　　James didn't understand what Benjamin intended to do, but he immediately followed and took out his credentials, yelling at the driver on the garbage truck, "Get out of the car, hurry!"

　　Seeing that it was a police officer, the driver on the garbage truck panicked and turned off the engine, getting out of the car.

　　He thought he had just violated the rules and approached with a fake smile, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were policemen just now.

　　Comrades, it seems like I didn't violate any rules just now, right?" Because it was a high-end residential area, even the garbage trucks were sealed.

　　Benjamin said to the driver, "Open the back compartment." "It's all garbage inside.

　　Here, have a smoke!" The driver took out a cigarette and handed it over.

　　No matter what trouble he encountered, he just wanted to leave quickly.

　　"Stop talking nonsense and open it quickly!" James threw the cigarette on the ground.

　　The driver frowned and felt a bit angry, but he didn't want to provoke the police, so he took out his key and unlocked the back compartment.

　　While the driver was unlocking, James whispered to Benjamin, "You just said you were a cop." "It was just a little lie.

　　Don't worry about it, come here quickly." Benjamin walked toward the back compartment.

　　After opening the back compartment, a foul smell emanated from it, and rows of garbage bins were neatly placed inside.

　　"Is all the garbage in here?" "Yes." The driver nodded, not understanding why the police suddenly became interested in the garbage he was transporting.

　　"Which ones are from that residential area just now?" Benjamin asked.

　　The driver pointed to the last row and said, "Those five." "It's your turn." Benjamin turned back and said to James.

　　"What am I supposed to do?" James asked.

　　Like the driver, he didn't understand why Benjamin was interested in the garbage or what he wanted him to do at this moment.

　　"Didn't you want to get a DNA sample from the suspect?" "Yes, but I don't know what that has to do with now." "Do you remember the bandage on her wrist?" "I remember." "Her wrist was injured, so she must have had to change the bandage, and the used bandage must be in here." "The bandage must have her blood on it.

　　As long as we find the bandage, we'll get her DNA." James exclaimed excitedly, finally understanding why Benjamin intercepted the garbage truck.

　　The garbage truck was collecting garbage from Olivia's residential area, and there is a high possibility that the bandage she threw away as trash is among this garbage.

　　"That's right, so why are you still standing here waiting?" Benjamin urged.

　　"I will find it!" James jumped onto the truck and found himself alone.

　　He called out to Benjamin and Emma, who were still standing below the truck, "Don't you want to help?" "Do you expect a lady to go rummage through the garbage bins?" Emma took a step back, trying to keep her distance from the garbage truck.

　　Benjamin said, "I told you to apprehend her directly, but you insisted on finding some DNA for verification." "Fine.

　　It's all my fault.

　　I can handle it myself." James said stubbornly and started rummaging through the garbage bins alone.

　　The driver, seeing James emptying the garbage, whispered, "What are you guys doing? I still have to go to other residential areas to collect garbage.

　　Can you let me go?"

　　"Please do not worry about the police investigation too much, they will give you an explanation in the future," Emma said.

　　"Alright," the driver didn't dare to offend the police, let alone argue with a beautiful woman, so he obediently stepped aside.

　　James carefully sifted through the garbage in the first two trash cans, but didn't find what he was looking for.

　　He sighed in disappointment and said, "What if there's no gauze in the trash? I mean, she might not have changed the dressing yet, and even if she did, she might not have thrown away the gauze." Benjamin asked, "Why would she keep the gauze?" Olivia didn't know that they wanted to extract her DNA sample, so there was no need for her to keep the discarded gauze, let alone intentionally destroy it.

　　James sighed and continued rummaging through the garbage cans.

　　Finally, he found the used gauze with blood stains on it in the fifth trash can.

　　"Great, I finally found it!" he exclaimed with excitement.