Federation of Arante, San Mateo.
Galileo State Bureau, Detention Center.
"Uncle Lei, I bet you must have a calendar of the Sea of ​​Universe on your phone. Do you wish me a happy weekend in this way?"
Carmo said emotionally.
After the show, he took his body back after the exchange. He planned to clean the room where the goddess was so dirty that it was like a garbage dump after the war, take a shower and have a sleep.
But Raymond was like a ghost urging his life to death, and when the goddess occupied Carl's body, he called countless times and was turned off by the sleeping goddess.
Carl thought the commander's mansion was bombed so seriously, but who knew that he had just caught a super-powered gangster and couldn't wait to throw it to him for treatment.
"When did you have a weekend as an agent?" Raymond's eyes were black and haggard, and he looked like he was juicing.
"It is best to have a big monster three meters tall in the detention center, otherwise it will be my wasted space chalk."
Carl stood in front of the meeting room of the detention center, and the young policeman in the corner nodded and saluted.
"You will like it, street fights, the last time the clown riot caught, and it was not smashed and injured. It took a few days to become an adult, so I was released after two days of education and I was arrested again today."
"You should send it to his parents and educate his parents hard."
"There is no guardian, his father spent the rest of his life in prison. His mother ran away and sent back to the social welfare supervision agency. He climbed out the wall the next day."
Uncle Tu Lei's final word with a hammer.
"Can you get rid of the super energy system? This can be done when I come back, or it's called the Fahai trio."
"Although he acted with the street fighters today, he turned against the crowd and fought with the group of people. It wasn't the mount police who arrived in time, and he had killed more than a dozen people. You should really look at the surveillance camera at that time, it was scary. Animal transformed superpowers, werewolfs, three or four meters high, can be worth the fare for your space chalk."
"Didn't he do bad things with the rioters? Why did he turn against the water?"
"I asked the idea, and that's why I brought you here. He found that a bastard in the fight gang smashed the car with two children and dragged the young mother out of the car... He might not be able to bear it, and he quarreled with the fight gang and turned into a werewolf, almost killing the soft and weak gangsters. You see if this person can be taken away. If it doesn't work, he cut off his super system and sent it back to the welfare regulatory agency. I'm leaving, I'll leave it and leave it to you."
Uncle Bald Lei patted Carl on the shoulder.
It is probably a young man with a little human nature to catch Lao Lei's eyes.
On the verge of illegal crime, Carl would not accept the young people before he was released, but now, the strange bureau urgently needs manpower.
If you ask others for thirst, it is not a small thirst.
"His information is in the hands of the guard, and he is an angry and crazy young man. If you can't do it, don't force it."
Lao Tulei turned around and reminded.
"I won't force myself, I will force him!"
Carl pushed the door and took the file from the watchman's hand and glanced at it, and had a secret of thieving.
Pull open the seat and sit in front of the narrow and wet meeting room table.
A strong brown-yellow-haired man was hunched over the opposite side.
As soon as Carl came in, he felt the outward anger and indignation on his body.
With a strong figure, scalp scratched many times, he bent his waist, twisted his fists, gritted his teeth, and wrinkles from his upper and lower lips were fully sworn to his incompetence.
So much so that his whole body was tense, his veins appeared, and he was shaking slightly.
“Anger is worthless.”
Carl threw the file on the desktop with a snap, "Name? How old is it? Where is the home? Time to discover the super system and the time to sign a contract."
The angry and full of explosive tension at any time remained motionless, and his eyes were tilted.
He is resisting.
Resist bad luck and everything in the world.
The moment he learned about the incompetence and furious moment that something happened to Hopson's father.
It seems like a desperate bull bursting out with huge destructive power at any time.
"Boy, I don't have time to coax you and put away your resistance. Maybe I can play you a song to make it easier. What song do you like?"
Carl took out his pen to listen to the song.
The other party still did not move, maintaining a suppressed and furious posture, his lips tightly pursed, and his nose sprayed heavy contempt.
"There are two ways in life. One is that you keep fighting monsters and upgrading, the other is that you will lose to the grave. If you don't choose quickly, life will help you choose. If you don't say what song you want to listen to, I will play stawberry morning..."
"Farke! Always Angely!" The incompetent and furious young man shouted subconsciously.
“Always angery?”
Carl searched for the song and the meeting room was filled with hysterical dark rock.
"Name." Carl asked quietly.
“Markor.”
"I don't even say my last name, is it such an annoying home? Why did your dad go to prison?"
"Base making in the basement." The strong and angry Marcole spat at his feet, expressing his disgust and despise for his biological father in a blunt way.
The Arante Federation has very strict control over food control and strictly prohibits it. If you die, you can stay in prison for more than ten grams until your hair turns white.
"Have you eaten that thing?"
"Fake! It's so stinking! I won't touch it!"
"Very good...very good. All the incompetent parents in the world should be put in prison." Carl sarcastically pulled the corners of his mouth.
"Did you send your dad to prison with your own hands?"
"No, the one I sent him to was the guillotine," Carl said softly.
The eyes and thoughts had long since floated far away.
Every time he looked at Hopsen, his guilt became deeper.
I used to think that someone was holding on to the sky, but now I'm afraid that the sky will fall.
He didn't know how to get out of this devil, and always felt that he was not working hard enough and lacked abilities, which led to his father being too old to go up by himself.
"Are you here to send me to jail?"
The strong and angry Marco asked lowered his head.
"Maybe, it depends on the situation." Carl raised his eyes and stared at the young man who was angry like a lion covered in fire.
Once upon a time, he was so angry.
Since childhood, he hated the injustice of the world. Anyone who bullies Alison will rush forward and always glar at others fiercely, for fear of being underestimated by ignorant guys around him.
Develop a sharp eyebrow.
"Fake! I didn't kill anyone! They (mountain) stopped me."
The strong and angry Marcole was full of energy, but his tone was not as aggressive as before.
Maybe it was because he played the music he liked, or maybe it was because Carl made him feel a sense of identity - in the jungle, it was easier for the same type of creature to cling together.
"Dear Mr. Marcole Kefo, let me remind you that you beat more than a dozen people to the point of being bruised because you are a super-powerful person. I have to come to see you before the public welfare lawyer comes." Carl reminded warmly.
"Liver! Those miscellaneous people said they wouldn't do anything to others! Damn it actually attacks women! Fake! Miscellaneous people! Bullying the weak and innocent! What they deserve!"
The strong and angry Marcole cursed and stood up with a silence. The guard in the corner pointed his finger at him and shouted, "Macole! Sit down!"
Chapter completed!