The Divorcee Amazed the World

Due to Jay’s forceful actions, that slap had left his colleague with a red and swollen face. It wasn’t just a slap; it was more like a strike with iron sand palm.

Jay grabbed Mike’s clothes and pushed him out of the room, saying, “Move, come with me to the police station!”

He intended to take him to the station to investigate if someone had instructed him and, if so, who it was. They needed to file a case.

Helena, as the victim, had to accompany them.

To safeguard the valuable ancient painted silk in the room, Helena called a member of the archaeological team to guard it.

The group drove to the town’s police station overnight.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Jay pushed Mike into the lobby and coldly told the on-duty officer, “Check if this guy has a criminal record.”

As Mike was a local, being known in the small village made people somewhat lenient towards him.

Seeing the police officer, Mike lost his fear.

Trying to play the victim, he pointed at Jay and said, “Report to the officer, this man has a gun, and carrying a gun is against the law.”

The police officer turned to Jay, commanding, “Hand over the gun.”

Jay, with an indifferent expression, pulled out a small card from his pocket, waving it in front of them, “I have a gun license.”

“Where did you get this gun license?” The police officer, half skeptical, took it and examined it closely. It was in English.

He tried translating with his limited English and found that it was a gun license issued by a foreign paranormal unit.

He scrutinized it, looking puzzled, and asked, “Is this license genuine?”

Jay calmly replied, “It has a code on it; you can verify it.”

The police officer left a colleague to watch the situation and went to the adjacent records room. After checking, he returned, handing the license back to Jay without saying a word.

The status of paranormal units abroad was unknown to him. He only knew that domestically, paranormal units were more prestigious than criminal investigators, not to mention their low-level police status.

The police officer dared not be negligent, acting diligently as he began interrogating Mike, recording statements, and investigating his criminal history.

Mike did have a criminal record; he was a habitual offender.

A few years ago, he was arrested for rape and sentenced to three years.

He was released just the previous year and was now repeating his offenses.

Jay just wanted to know if someone had instructed him.

However, Mike insisted he acted on his own, refusing to admit otherwise.

After a moment of silence, Jay turned to Helena, “You stay here for now; I’ll go question him. If there’s someone behind him, it won’t be safe for you to stay here.”

Helena nodded, expressing her gratitude, “Thank you, especially in the middle of the night, for taking the time.”

Jay silently gazed at her pale face, disturbed by the shock, and his stern voice softened a bit. He whispered, “Not a problem.”

As he turned away, his expression returned to its resolute state. He grabbed Mike’s clothes and pulled him towards the interrogation room.

Once inside, Jay told the police officer, “Let’s begin.”

The police officer handcuffed Mike, securing his hands to the chair, and took a seat across from him, starting the routine interrogation.

Jay lit a cigarette and nonchalantly stood to the side, casually listening to the police officer’s meticulous questioning.

After five minutes, Jay found it too verbose.

He directly pulled Mike aside and, with a commanding tone, said, “Turn off the surveillance.”

The police officer felt his authority being encroached upon and became somewhat irritable.

However, considering that Jay was a retired member of a foreign paranormal unit, he patiently said, “It’s currently not allowed to use torture for confession.”

Jay, with gritted teeth, said, “Turn it off.”

The police officer hesitated for a moment, then made a call to have the surveillance turned off.

With the surveillance off, Jay grabbed Mike’s head and violently slammed it against the wall.

A loud bang echoed.

Mike’s head hit the hard wall, and his eyebrow bone instantly fractured. Blood dripped, and the pain made him grimace.