Chapter 102: Interrogation

A beam of light came from the depths of the distant universe, tearing apart the black clouds, leaving a dazzling trail in the night sky. It was extremely fast, but its size was so small that it did not attract any extra attention when passing by the ground orbiting satellites and swaggering over the radar monitoring area. No one on the whole earth noticed this little alien.

At 2:30 in the morning, somewhere in the metropolis.

Mike sat on the chair behind the interrogation table in handcuffs. He lost his mind in the middle of the interrogation for the first few times, and even yawned lazily. The agent in the black suit who was sitting opposite him in charge of the interrogation almost had a crooked nose. Mike waved his hand apologetically: "I'm sorry, because I feel... it might be too late, I really I miss my bed a bit."

"As long as you cooperate a little, Mr. Marcus," the agent said angrily, "this is good for you and me. And I have spent four hours with you here, and you haven't said a useful word yet. "

"I said it all because I really don't know anything." Mike spread his hands helplessly.

"You and I know that it's lying." The agent said coldly, "You have a bomb in your car. Someone may die because of it."

"I've said it many times, it's my dad's car! I just stole his car. I'm pretty sure it won't make me wear this stuff, right?" Mike reluctantly shook his shackles. , The chain was jingled by him.

"And the latter happened to disappear at this moment." The agent reminded, "This only increases your suspicion. There is a high possibility that you are collaborating to commit the crime..."

"Partner? Me and my dad?" Mike said, he burst into laughter, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke.

The agent frowned: "What?"

"Sorry, I just...it's so funny. Put such words between me and my dad." Mike took a while to ease his breath and said, "I can have anything to do with him. , But words like'partnership' and'cooperation'? No, that will never happen."

As Mike showed unprecedented seriousness since entering the interrogation room, the agent couldn't help but looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to see if what he was telling was the truth. However, this solemn atmosphere only lasted for about four or five seconds, and a long and extremely discordant "glulu" sound broke the atmosphere.

Mike looked embarrassed and clutched his belly: "Sorry, you said I've been in for four hours? I seem to be hungry right now... I heard that some of them will entertain the prisoner's belly first in the interrogation. It makes people open, do you have this rule?"

The agent helped him, and he began to feel that he was not on the same channel with this kid from beginning to end. He put away the documents, got up and left the interrogation room, and explained that the soldiers guarding the door went in and looked at the kid, and then walked around behind the one-way glass of the interrogation room.

A white-haired, wrinkly-faced official glanced at the agent coldly, and said coldly: "We have not made any progress. We must take the necessary measures."

"Give me some more time," the agent said, "I will let him talk."

"I have given you four hours, and you have not pried a word out of his mouth so far." The white-haired official was annoyed. "I have been scornful of your so-called interrogation techniques, which are all useless. It's far less efficient than some primitive methods. And I always admire simple but efficient methods."

"That's not the purpose of my coming here. In that case, what do you still need me to do here?" The agent said solemnly, "And Waller won't agree..."

"Waller!" the white-haired official said suddenly, shocking everyone around him. He continued to tone down slightly: "Waller, she is not here, but I am here. This is my territory, and I am in charge."

The agent frowned, and he subconsciously looked into the interrogation room through the one-way glass. The silly boy seemed to be trying to strike up a conversation with the soldier standing next to him with a gun.

Is it really possible that this kid is a terrorist?

The agent hesitated a little and said, "I think that the kid may be telling the truth, maybe he really doesn't know anything. All of this is unreasonable-judging from the information we have collected so far, he was dating a girl when the explosion happened. And at that time, his car was even less than a hundred yards away from him. This was really a bad time for the bomber. In addition, we have verified that he himself was studying at Metropolitan University directly opposite the scene. Student, if he really wants to blow up a place, theoretically he should never choose a place that can connect with him..."

The white-haired official glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice, "I need to remind you, are we dealing with the'Esciple'? So far, all the activities, motives and behaviors of the members of the'Eccle' are Which one can be explained by common sense?"

The agent was silent.

"Always remember that we are dealing with a bunch of utter lunatics. We must use all means to deal with them, and the enemy will not share your kindness." The white-haired official snorted coldly, "And the activities of the cult is never a single event. We must get information before his accomplices do it again. Now, stop talking nonsense and do what is necessary."

Knowing that there was no room for maneuver, the agent only sighed, and at the same time secretly prayed for the hapless kid.

A few minutes after the agent went out, the door of the interrogation room was "banged" open, and a large crowd of mermaids swarmed in, instantly surrounding Mike. Mike looked around: "Hi, gentlemen, does this mean I can finally go out?"

No one paid any attention to him. Two soldiers grabbed a black headgear and covered his head. A group of people lifted him from his seat, led him into another room, and pressed him on a cold metal seat. . They tied his hands and feet with belts, and hooped something around his head, feeling cold to the touch.

Mike could feel that there were people coming and going, but he couldn't see anything in front of him, so he had to ask: "Hello, anyone? Does anyone mind explaining what the situation is now?"

The agent who was in charge of interrogating him walked to the console in the room and apologized slightly: "I'm sorry, boy. But you still have a chance to explain everything, things don't have to be this way."

"What you said I was a little scared at first, but I swear I really don't know." Mike said helplessly, "Or else, I honestly confess that my dad is actually a big bad guy, not only smoking, drinking, gambling, and being very unkind to my son Friendly, and also have a bad habit of putting bombs under my car seat, is this okay?"

The agent sighed, "Since you persist in this way, then I can't help you."

The moment the joystick on the console was pulled down, countless electric currents rushed into Mike's body from the icy chair, like thousands of small snakes burrowing into the body, gnawing at him with pointed teeth. Every nerve. The intense pain made him groan uncontrollably, and the muscles all over his body collapsed under the stimulation, and the sweat was dripping down like rain.

However, even at this juncture, a huge energy suddenly broke into this building. Layers of reinforced concrete were pierced like paper, and the green light beam made a thumb-sized hole in the middle of the locked iron door of the room, and flew down to Mike's hand who was being shocked.

The high-voltage current was cut off in an instant, and the green light instantly bathed the victim's body, and the leather that bound his hands and feet was "cracked" and a series of bright electric sparks popped from the metal seat. Climbing up to the console along the line on the floor, blowing up half of the console.

Mike was wrapped in green light, staring at the shining little ring on his right middle finger, his brain couldn't accept the fact that this happened to him.

A green light ring is different from the cosplay props he bought on Halloween before. This seems to be genuine.

"Mike Marcus from Earth, you have the ability to overcome great fear... Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps!"

Regardless of surprise or joy, before he could rush into his numbed head, the ring involuntarily released a large group of green light, wrapping him in a ball of light and flying out. The dazzling green sphere rammed straight through the layers of the walls domineeringly, rushing into the dark night sky, leaving this messy room and stunned people.

"Damn!" The white-haired official outside the door saw this astonishing development in his eyes and could not help but yelled, "Post me a wanted worldwide, the target threat level is the highest! And contact Waller and say One of our terrorists ran away, and he was wearing a green light ring that saw a ghost!"