A strong light shone over, causing the young man to subconsciously close his eyes and try to stand up.

But at this time, the man sitting in front of him slammed the table and asked in a deep voice:

"Name?"

"Aaron Hill."

"Mr. Hill, you should know why you are here."

"Just call me Aaron." The young man turned his head to avoid the damage to his eyes by the bright light, and answered the man's question helplessly: "SIR, did I break any law?"
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"Mr. Hill, don't you have any idea in your mind?" The tall man with the light on his back sneered, without changing his title, and continued to question: "In the Anxin Factory explosion a year ago, the entire factory was bombed.

Oh my God, but you happened to leave the factory with another person one minute before the explosion, avoiding the fatal explosion. Tell me, did you know about the explosion in advance?"

"It's just good luck."

Aaron blinked and said innocently.

"If it is just one time, it can be explained as 'good luck', but when similar things happen repeatedly, it cannot be attributed to luck."

The man put his hands on the table, lowered his body and approached Aaron, and said in a low voice.

Only then did Aaron finally see his clothes clearly against the background of the backlight - unlike ordinary police superintendents, he was obviously wearing a military uniform. However, as a harmless, innocent and lovely citizen of the empire, Aaron could not recognize him.

They belong to that force...but at least they're not the losers from Scotland Yard.

And the man's narration still continues:

"Eight months ago, in the Baker serial murder case that killed thirteen people and injured dozens of others, when the suspect fled into your apartment building due to the encirclement of the security forces, he accidentally fell to his death in less than ten minutes.

.Did you do this?"

"How can you taint my innocence!" Aaron's eyes widened and he said with aggrieved face: "Besides, the suspect didn't fall from my room, right? It should be because he was too unlucky. It was a coincidence.

That’s all.”

"Oh, let's talk about what you got from the Black Dog Gang who died five days after the serial murder case was closed."

"...Sir, let's continue talking about the serial murder case."

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, "In just one year, you have been involved in seventeen major and vicious incidents, but you have escaped unscathed... Mr. Hill, how can you make me believe that you have nothing to do with these things?

?"

"Well, I admit that my luck is a hundred million points different."

"Tell me the truth, who are you?"

"Okay, I'm showing off my cards." Aaron sighed, and then said in a slightly flattering tone: "Sir, I'm actually a little unusual."

"As expected, you are indeed an extraordinary person." The man was not surprised by this, "Tell me, what is extraordinary about you?"

"You are never the unluckiest person present."

"?"

Aaron's frank answer made the man stunned. After a long time, he asked again: "What do you mean?"

"That's what it means literally." Aaron looked at the man calmly. Under the backlight, it was difficult for him to see the other man's face clearly, but after a period of adaptation, the young man was finally able to see the tall man's face clearly - his determined eyes.

, the extremely linear face and the iconic scars under the eyes made Aaron recognize his identity, "I will never be the unluckiest person present. For example, in this room, you are better than me.

Much worse luck, Major Taylor."

As a hero who has been the focus of recent imperial propaganda, Major Brand Taylor has been repeatedly featured in the Empire Times due to his recent outstanding performance in counter-terrorism and small-scale operations. He has even been introduced and praised by Her Majesty the Queen, and his photos have also been

With the widespread circulation of newspapers, they spread throughout the empire.

Especially here, Lundini, the capital of the empire.

Major Taylor is an outstanding soldier with excellent qualities such as calmness and calmness, but even so, he was still laughed at by Aaron's absurd words and said angrily: "Am I more unlucky than you? I was handcuffed in the interrogation room.

It's you, not me!"

"This does not prove who of us is luckier and who is more unlucky."

Aaron shrugged his shoulders, his expression and tone seemed very relaxed, and he didn't look like a criminal suspect being interrogated at all.

His attitude obviously provoked Taylor, and he said in a low tone: "You'd better prove quickly that you really have this special ability, otherwise, I can't guarantee what kind of encounter you will face, Mr. Hill."

Aaron was still laughing, but the well-trained Taylor could easily see that he had entered a nervous state - beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his right leg was shaking at a fixed rhythm, and his breathing was slightly rapid.

A little bit.

He pointed to Taylor's waist, where a revolver hung, and then asked with a smile: "Major Taylor, have you heard of a roulette game popular in prisons in the Far Northeast?"

Taylor frowned.

But he didn't hesitate for too long. He pulled out the gun from his waist, then skillfully opened the cylinder, pulled out five bullets from the cylinder, then closed the cylinder and rotated the wheel at will, and raised his hand to turn the revolver.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his own palm.

Under Aaron's somewhat surprised gaze, Major Taylor pulled the trigger continuously without hesitation.

"Click, click, click, click, click."

He pressed the trigger of the revolver in his hand five times in a row, but the only bullet left in the cylinder was never ejected from the muzzle. Then, the young major slammed the gun in his hand on the table, word by word.

He said: "Prove it to me, lucky boy."

It seems that this young major is no ordinary ordinary person.

Aaron stretched out his hand and picked up the revolver from the table. After firing five times, the only bullet in its cylinder was already ready to be fired. When the trigger was pulled, it would burst into flames and hit the muzzle of the gun.

The target pointed to.

But the young man did not hesitate at all. He imitated Major Taylor's posture and held the gun, but he raised the gun and aimed it at his own temple.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

If nothing goes wrong, the bullet will blow out Aaron's head.

But the accident happened as expected.

The well-maintained revolver exploded at this moment. The structure of the firearm collapsed directly, and the bullets were not fired normally. But what is even more surprising is that the revolver that suddenly exploded did not injure Aaron who was close at hand.

—The blown debris hit the floor, walls and ceiling of the interrogation room. One debris even hit Taylor, but he blocked it casually.

Aaron was unscathed, not even a scratch on the hand holding the gun.

Unbelievable

There is no doubt that there is some extraordinary force involved in this carousel game.

Taylor calmed down. He thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up, turned off the bright light in the interrogation room, and opened the door. The natural light outside the door, which symbolized freedom, made Aaron yearn for it.

He blinked and asked: "Major, do you mean I can leave?"

"No, Mr. Hill." Taylor shook his head, "I want to ask you to help me deal with a serial murder case."

Aaron immediately became dissatisfied: "Detecting crimes is the responsibility of your military and police. What does it have to do with a law-abiding imperial citizen like me?"

"Oh, let's talk about the fake ID dealer who helped you create a fake citizenship."
Chapter completed!