When the car arrived at the state bureau, the director of Scar Tiger Eye had already brought a few veteran cadres to wait at the door himself.
Staring majestic at the clown James, who was bound by the transparent sound wave halberd, nodded to Carl and asked him to come to the office.
Carl doesn't want to listen to the leader's lecture - the director of the Bay's straightforward style usually has something to do and has something to put it down. He just said it at the door, and it must be a swearing or talking about something that Carl doesn't want to hear, so he made an appointment to go to the office.
Carl wanted to say that he would go to the medical center to bandage him and ask for an interrogation. Before he could speak, Director Scar's tiger-eyed eyes glared back.
Fortunately, Director Scar is not as deep as the minister. He doesn’t need to dig several hoes to see the bottom. After scolding people, he will release them. The conversation is quick.
The director's Bay People's Style is straightforward and straightforward. He fires as soon as the office door is closed:
"Since you can catch this nest of rats (the clown criminal group), why do you hide at the beginning! Is super special training more important than the safety of the entire federal government?"
The director sat upright behind the desk, and the more he said, "The State Bureau is good to you, I treat you well, I treat you well, and you must draw all the members of the team like this and teach the Federation a lesson so that others can know the importance of your strange adjustment, right? You have been having dinner at my house since you were a child, and I knew that you were very cunning. I had to tell me if you were planning to do so, and you should use the Minister of Greatness as a shield. If you withdraw the special training, you are afraid that I will stop you, right?"
Director Scar was obviously sad, no outsiders were there, and he said nonsense.
"Director! Director, don't be excited! Listen to me! I'm not in Covent training at all. That's what you should know! I'm far away, and Uncle Lei shouldn't tell you that I have lost my sense of smell and only hearing. With my previous strength, I can't handle the case at all. The team members were injured. There was no way to get rid of the special training team!"
Carl quickly explained that he would focus on the key points, and Director Scar's anger disappeared a little.
But he still had a bad tone: "I can't control the affairs of the strange adjustment bureau, so don't you tell me? I'm not good to you? Among the younger generation of agents, I dare to say that it's best to you, a bad guy!"
Director Scar has been angry and cursing people recently, but he still thinks that scolding Carl is the most heart-wrenching and healing.
Carl's special training was directly approved by the minister and explained to the heads of various departments, and was afraid that other departments would have opinions. Although others did not have the right to decide, if Director Scar repeatedly blocked it, it would probably not be so smooth.
Carl said, "It's like Director Scar."
But I have to do so.
My strength was too low before and I was eager to improve.
And according to Director Scar's style, he would definitely not let him play like this. If he said he would withdraw the group, he would definitely strongly ask him to handle the case while training.
Then Is it a special training?
Director Scar is good at everything, but he is a little short-sighted and cannot see a further plan. Like many old foxes who can get along in the officialdom, solving current problems and having no stains on political achievements is the top priority.
Carl is not a person in the officialdom. No matter how he kills chickens and gets eggs, he only plans for long-term interests and avoids it and cuts the mess with a quick knife.
Director Scar scolded Carl so much that he had nothing to say. Carl could only keep nodding and screaming for sorry before being released.
When he reached out to touch the door handle, Director Scar called him back to perform new skills.
Carl took the opportunity to retaliate and burned two small potted plants on his desk...
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Medical center, special detention ward.
The interrogation of the Joker James was conducted in the ward.
The special operations team and agents are guarded on the three floors of the outside and three floors of the outside and three floors of the outside and three floors of the outside.
By the time Carl arrived, the third brother had been waiting outside the ward for a long time.
All the third brothers in Coffin flew over, but Ives was still missing. Carl didn't answer the phone, so he immediately contacted Evette and asked the fat girl to throw the passive and lazy Ai Caidog over.
Carl didn't plan to wait for Ai Dog anymore, and told the agent at the door that he wanted to go in.
Lao Tulei and the deputy team leader were in the process of questioning, but the progress was not going well.
The team member knocked on the door and reported that Carl was coming. The deputy team leader got up and went out to smoke, leaving the stage to the super special police. Amway Carl and the third brother, the facial features of the clown James when he was arrested and the facial features after cleaning the oil paint were not the same person. He probably changed his face with Super Power.
Carl nodded and pushed the door open.
The clown James was firmly handcuffed to the special hospital bed, and the oil paint on his face was wiped off, revealing a completely unfamiliar face.
This face is very delicate. I don’t know where the face stolen was his original face, but it looks feminine and cunning with the clown’s sinister corners of his mouth.
Carl and the third brother exchanged a look. The former took out the semi-finished glasses made by Quark according to Ivis's visual superpower principle, while the latter took out the superpower spray.
Carl sat next to Lao Tu Lei, and the third brother sat opposite the hospital bed.
The clown James suffered all wounds and was not life-threatening, but he was not able to go to the interrogation room in a wheelchair.
The three major detectives had to squeeze in the ward, and interrogation and supervision were surveillance.
The sinister clown James, after he was treated with water, became much more energetic. The amount of analgesics was just right, and he would not be sleepy, nor would he be unable to bear the pain.
Although Carl doesn't like to apply such a "personalized" judicial procedure to this criminal who is extremely evil and never repent, the regulations are regulations.
If the doctor does not give him analgesics, I don’t know how the defendant’s defense lawyer will take advantage of this loophole in the future, and it is possible to sue the detectives in disguise torture.
The damn criminals are not ruthless when they kill people. When they are arrested, they use various legal arguments to do whatever they feel comfortable. Is this fair to the deceased?
Late justice... is always uncomfortable...
Carl embedded super lenses and saw the back of the clown James with an oval fog-like thin face, thin eyes and thin eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were curved into a curve that reached the root of his ears.
What is like the owner's shape?
Or is it because of the influence of the super power system that the clown James is so perverted and his psychology is distorted into a mountain road?
Carl took off his glasses, and the third brother finished spraying, and the two nodded in a tacit understanding.
Carl looked at the information on the plywood, James Mellon, 36 years old, dropped out of school during high school, was unemployed, and occasionally did nothing, such as Cos Joker making some money, lived in Truman, was born in a shoemaker family, his father was drunk, his mother abandoned them in the early years and remarried, and had a brother who died prematurely.
He originally had brown-red hair and an ordinary face.
The original face was consistent with the warehouse theft case and when I was arrested, but now I use Super Power to turn into another face.
Chapter completed!