I have a big ball of light

Keen looked at the handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes in front of him. A woman's figure appeared inexplicably beside him. She reached out and gently touched Keen's cheek. Her red lips opened slightly, as if a voice came from the chest:

"Dear, I~~~~" Before he finished speaking, a white light emitted from the necklace on Claude's chest, and the illusory figure let out a scream and disappeared from Keen's side.

Keen shook his head and rubbed his eyes. The woman and the white light all disappeared.The hatred in his heart increased inexplicably. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Claude's hair, pulled his head back, and said with bared teeth:

"Listen, kid, stop pretending to be stupid and sign the plea agreement as soon as possible. It will be good for you and me." He said, placing a document and a pen in front of Claude.

"I don't even know what you are talking about. How could it be me who did it? I need to see my lawyer now. Before I see the lawyer," Keen punched Claude again, knocking back Claude's words. Had to shrink back.

The continuous heavy blows may have detonated all the hidden wounds accumulated in Claude's body during this period. He passed out quickly and his body was paralyzed on the chair.

Well, I won’t explain the showdown, Claude is just too weak.

After an unknown amount of time, Claude only felt the cold liquid splashing on his face, and he woke up.

At this time, his hands were clasped behind the back of the chair, his legs were handcuffed to the ground, and his entire body was in a reverse-arched twisting posture.

Seeing Claude wake up, Keen grabbed his hair again.Claude felt very regretful at this moment. If he had wanted long, handsome hair, he would have just cut it off to an inch. He only felt a constant stinging pain emanating from his entire scalp.

Seeing Claude's miserable condition in his own hands, the inexplicable hatred in Keen's heart turned into pleasure, and he felt a lot more comfortable. He began to become a little addicted to sadism.However, his career as a police officer in the past few years has allowed Keane to retain a trace of sanity in his heart.

He tried his best to avoid leaving any evidence for the "operation" just now. Even if Claude is sent for injury examination now, no major problems can be found. At most, he will only receive an in-office warning.

Keen put his mouth close to his ear, and a devilish whisper sounded in Claude's ear.

"You dishonest boy, it looks like your body is not in good shape. Let's do something new. I want to see how long you can last." As he said this, he picked up a wet towel and continued:

"There is a kind of punishment in CIA. They call it waterboarding. Even if the injury is examined, it cannot be detected. Anyone who has experienced waterboarding. About 80.00% of them will speak out, and the remaining 20.00% will never speak again. I can’t speak. What do you think, do you want to give it a try?”

Claude is not a tough guy. Not to mention that before the time travel, 007's blessings come with blessings, but his overall life can be considered comfortable and comfortable, and he has not been whipped by life.After traveling through time and coming to this strange world, with his golden finger and foresight, he lived a prosperous life.

In addition, the education he received since childhood and the teachings of his parents have made Claude not the kind of bad-tempered person who likes to cause trouble.However, as the saying goes, the clay man still has three points of fire. When did he receive such treatment?

Feeling Keen's threatening words against his ear, he could even feel the disgusting saliva spraying from Keen's mouth.The anger accumulated over the past two days suddenly burned out the strings in my mind.

Claude was on the verge of collapse. He spat in Keen's face, stared at Keen with vicious eyes, and roared loudly:

"Mom, Fuck, you damn son of a bitch, I've been vaccinated against rabies, you think I'm afraid of you fucking xxxxx, I swear, don't let me go out, I will definitely make you regret it, I will kick you to death xDan, I’m going to send you to the most terrifying mental hospital in the United States.”

Keen reached out and wiped the saliva from his face. He was not a good-tempered person to begin with. The anger in his heart was rising, and his whole face became sinister.

Before Claude could finish venting, Keen raised a wet towel soaked in water and hit Claude hard on the face with a "pop".

Claude's head leaned back heavily under the blow of the wet towel.Just as he felt the burning sensation on his face, his eyes were covered by a thick brown towel, and the fear of losing vision crept into his heart.

He began to shake his body violently, and his head began to move in the direction of his body's shaking.A big hand held down his struggling head, and he felt cold water constantly hitting his face.

The strong smell coming from the wet towel made Claude feel nauseous.To make matters worse, as the towel becomes soaked with water, it gradually blocks the air from contacting the nose.Without oxygen input, he felt his chest began to feel tight and his head felt dizzy.

Feeling that the palm holding his head suddenly loosened, Claude felt that he had a chance to breathe. Before he could exert more force, he received another heavy blow to the abdomen. The beating he received today was more than in two lifetimes combined. More than 50 years of volume.

All the strength in Claude's body suddenly dissipated.His consciousness began to fade, and the holographic operating system on his retina began to become blurred.At this time, the anger in my heart had been drowned by endless fear. Before falling into coma, I did not forget to complain in my heart:

"You're asking questions now, and you're not proficient in the police detective business at all. Now I agree to all the requirements, but I can't even sign it."

Claude felt as if his consciousness had left his body. One moment he was floating in the ocean, with the sound of gurgling water ringing in his ears. The next moment he saw his parents waving to him, and the scenery in his memory was like a revolving lantern. The ground flashed before his eyes, Claude became less and less aware of his surroundings, and the whole world slowly left him and fell into darkness.

While Claude was enjoying waterboarding, a yellow circle of light with sparks suddenly appeared in Apartment 502, where a murder had just occurred.

As the yellow halo disappeared, a bald woman wearing a yellow monk's robe and a strong sense of asceticism appeared at the blocked murder scene. With such distinctive features, Claude would have recognized her as the current guardian of the earth if he had been there. The Ancient One, Supreme Mage.

Oh well, Cloud doesn't know yet that he's in the Marvel Universe.

Gu Yi didn't care about the disgusting crime scene. He put his hands behind his back and carefully looked at the weird magic circle painted with blood on the ground. After a while, he seemed to sense something.She frowned and glanced at the floor, as if she had discovered something, a yellow halo appeared again.

As the figure disappeared, the blood on the ground flowed around as if alive, revealing the mark where a book had been placed.

Not knowing how long his consciousness had been sinking in the darkness, Claude felt someone around him calling his name. He felt like a drowning person being pulled out of the dark world.

Finally, oxygen was poured into his stuffy abdomen. Claude opened his eyes suddenly and coughed violently.Like a drowning person, he began to beat his empty chest, and his whole lungs felt like they were on fire, and he felt a burning pain.

"Claude, Claude, boss, how are you? Wake up, wake up quickly."

As the storm inhaled through his nose and mouth, various organs in Claude's body began to resume their respective functions, and he could see the surrounding situation clearly.The person calling his name next to him was his personal lawyer O'Neill.

Claude was still in the interrogation room just now, and the handcuffs and legcuffs had been removed.The first time he looked up, he saw Detective Keane standing at the door with an indifferent expression.

The anger swallowed by fear in his chest rekindled with the assistance of oxygen. Claude stood up suddenly and rushed towards Keen.

"You fucking bastard, you're fucking murdering"

The policeman standing in the interrogation room reacted immediately and pushed back his body.

Well, even without these policemen, Claude, who had just regained consciousness, was just a paper tiger. The act of standing up had consumed all his energy. Without the support of the police, Claude might have staggered a few times, and then directly Falling to the ground paralyzed.It seems it's time for him to exercise.

"What, do you want to attack the police? Let him go, you loser?"

Keane rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, as if he would stay with him until the end.

"Hey boss, it's okay to calm down. I'll handle everything here."

O'Neal pushed Crowder back into the chair. Crowder stared at Keane fiercely and said:

"O'Neal, I'm going to file a complaint against them. No matter how much it costs, I'm going to send him to jail."

"You'd better mind yourself, Mr. Murderer."

Keen curled his lips in disdain, pushed away the policeman who stopped him, and straightened out the messy clothes.

"This police officer now has no evidence to prove that my client is related to this murder. In addition, I will sue you for violent law enforcement, defamation, and intentional murder. Just wait to receive the court summons."

O'Neal stood up and came to Keen. His huge body blocked Keen, a strong man, and said seriously.

"bite me"

Keen turned around and pushed away his colleagues who were watching the excitement and left the interrogation room.

After a series of procedures, Claude was successfully released on bail.Looking at the countless reporters waiting outside the police station, he knew that this matter had completely spread to the media.

"Boss, don't answer any questions from reporters for a while. We will talk about specific matters after we discuss them." O'Neill looked at the reporters crowded at the door and whispered.

Claude nodded silently, and as the door opened, countless reporters crowded in, and he enjoyed the treatment of a "celebrity".

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