FBI Metropolitan Office.
In the cramped room, sunlight streamed through the window, casting a few bright spots on the black floor. Light and shadow intermingled, giving the entire room a somber tone.
Footsteps approached from outside.
The door opened, and a burly middle-aged man, with a full beard and standing at a towering 1.9 meters, walked in. He wore a finely tailored suit with a gold-etched pen clipped to his breast pocket. Despite his impeccable attire, his face was fierce.
This was Ilya Phil, a retired sergeant and a senior FBI agent in charge of interrogations.
Upon entering the room, Ilya instinctively turned off the camera and approached the prisoner. His mouth split into a grin, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth, and his menacing gaze swept over every part of the prisoner's body.
"We meet again, little Charlie. Did you miss me?"
Charlie lifted his head, revealing a bruised face, and spat out a mouthful of blood, laughing loudly.
"You know what, fat pig, I just had a dream. I was screwing your wife in it. I have to say, your wife is f*cking awesome in bed."
Bang!
A sharp pain shot through his abdomen. Charlie gritted his teeth and snarled,
"You damn fat pig, is that all you've got? No wonder your wife cheats on you with tramps. You're just a useless piece of trash."
Bang!
Another punch landed on his stomach, making him gasp in pain.
Just then, a young female agent walked in. Seeing the scene in the room, she frowned slightly.
"Mr. Phil, we are the FBI."
Ilya adjusted his clothes and said casually,
"Of course, I know the FBI can't abuse prisoners, which is why I turned off the camera."
The female agent shook her head helplessly, disagreeing with his methods but saying nothing. Before coming, her superior had sternly warned her: stick to your own duties and don't question anything else.
She didn't want to do this, but she had no choice. This was her first case since joining the FBI, and she had to do it well.
The camera in the room was turned back on, and the female agent sat in a chair and began the interrogation.
"Mr. Will, do you have anything else to explain about your drug trafficking?"
Charlie said indifferently, "I want to see my lawyer."
The female agent closed her file and said with a serious expression,
"You've already seen your lawyer, and you know the outcome. Frankly, with irrefutable human and material evidence, it's impossible for you to get off the hook with a lawyer, especially considering it was 35 pounds of heroin."
"Your only chance is to cooperate with us and tell us the source of the drugs. We will reduce your sentence based on the value of the information."
As the female agent spoke, her eyes looked straight ahead, without the slightest evasion, as if she were truly considering the prisoner's best interests.
Charlie laughed mockingly, sizing her up. Just as he was about to ridicule this clueless rookie, a familiar feeling suddenly welled up from deep inside him.
"I think I've seen you somewhere before. What's your name?"
The female agent in the black suit dress was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Clarice Starling, from Seashore City. I attended Brick Middle School in high school."
"So it was you."
Charlie suddenly realized, "No wonder you looked familiar. You're the debater from Brick Middle School."
Charlie leaned forward, his demeanor becoming more assertive.
"Since you live in the North District of Seashore City, you must have heard of the 'Young Master Xiao's Rules'."
Those five words seemed to possess a terrifying magic. The female agent's brows furrowed deeply, and her light blue eyes flickered with an undisguised look of solemnity. Everyone living in the North District of Seashore City knew Young Master Xiao. Although many didn't know his real name, they knew his rules by heart, because those who didn't follow them disappeared.
Ilya slammed the table and reprimanded loudly,
"This is the Metropolitan City, not Seashore City. Your so-called rules are useless here, and as for your young master,
He's been missing for over a month. Even if he's found, he'll be a corpse."
"Are you still counting on a corpse to save you?"
He stood up and walked over to Charlie, placing his right hand on his shoulder. His fingertips pressed down hard, digging deep into the bone joints.
"Tell me, where's Melissa?"
A low voice echoed in his ear, accompanied by a sharp, piercing pain. That damn fat pig, using dirty tricks. Charlie gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead, his cheeks twitching.
Clarice couldn't bear to watch. She couldn't stand others using private torture in front of her.
"Mr. Phil, we are in the middle of an interrogation."
Ilya gave the female agent a cold look, released his fingers, and returned to his seat.
Clarice took a deep breath and continued,
"Charlie Will, I hope you cooperate with the FBI's investigation as much as possible. Even if you're wrongly accused, you need to find the person who framed you."
"As the acting president of ShowMe, you know better than us what will happen once the news of your drug trafficking leaks out."
Charlie ignored her, his shoulder aching terribly. He couldn't reach it with his arm, so he just kept moving it. The more he moved, the deeper the pain, as if a steel needle was drilling into his bone.
Just you wait! You damn fat pig, one day, I'll render you into lard.
"Mr. Will..."
Charlie waved his hand impatiently, "Rookie, don't speak if you don't know anything."
With that, his gaze went past the young agent and landed on Ilya.
"Haven't you always wanted to know the whereabouts of Luke and that alien woman? Fine, I'll tell you. Luke told me before he left that he'd be back in a month. It's been 32 days since he left, which means he's already home."
"You fat pig, you're finished, your whole family is finished. Just wait to die!"
Charlie laughed wildly, his triumphant laughter echoing through the room.
Bang!
Ilya kicked the chair away, like an enraged beast.
Just then, the door was kicked open, and two FBI agents rushed in, pulling Ilya aside. They said something, and his face turned extremely ugly, with a hint of fear in his expression.
He gave Charlie an extremely unwilling look and left with the two agents, his strides so fast it was as if he was fleeing.
Not long after, Clarice received an order to release Charlie!
She didn't understand why her superior would issue such an order, but her detective's instinct told her that things might become very troublesome.
Soon, the chains on Charlie were unlocked.
Before leaving, Charlie turned back and said,
"Out of consideration for living in the same neighborhood, I'll give you a reminder: forget about today's events, and never speak of them. Young Master is not a generous person."
Clarice was thoughtful, remaining silent for a moment before following the agent to the office of temporary supervisor Mike Gray.
Looking through the window, the first thing that caught her eye was a boy sitting on the sofa, seventeen or eighteen years old. His slightly immature face showed a coldness unbefitting his age, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, inadvertently revealing a chilling glint that made people shiver.
Luke Xiao!
The grandson of Xiao Changlin, the former leader of the Hongmen Society, and Young Master Xiao, known to everyone in Chinatown, Seashore City. He had truly returned.
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