Marvel Nephalem

The interrogation room was extremely quiet, but the old mute Qin Han, who had always wanted to be low-key and decadent and gave up on treatment, was still attracted by the reporters crowded outside the glass window.

He turned his head numbly, and just as he looked towards the window, a strong flash of light made his vision go blank.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the interrogation room opened with a click, and a large number of reporters came in. More than a dozen black and thick microphones were thrust in front of the old mute. This made the old mute, who had been numb for a long time, suddenly panic and his eyes widened with anger. , glaring at the reporters who seemed to have been beaten to death.

The powerful deterrent force spread instantly. Dozens of reporters, as well as the police detectives and help seekers outside the interrogation room were suffocated for an instant, but the next moment, those reporters seemed to have been injected with blood.

A fat reporter suddenly squeezed forward and asked: "Oh my God, is that a superpower? Your superpower is scary. Are you a superhero who silently maintains law and order in New York?"

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it will be even harder later. Since the little fat reporter started, the reporter's nightmare attack of repeated questions almost made the old mute come to life again.

Charming female reporter: "Sir, how do you maintain a good figure despite being homeless for five years?"

Serious old reporter: "Can you remember your name or the main buildings where you live?"

Wearing glasses, an extremely thin and otaku-style reporter: "It is said on the Internet that you are the former leader of the New York Mafia. Is it true?"

The black reporter, who was taller than him and taller than him, asked, "Do you have a girlfriend? Do you need a boyfriend?"

As soon as the black reporter finished asking, he felt the old man's frightening gaze and a force of intimidation that almost overwhelmed him, which made him tremble and reveal a shy smile.

Qin Han, who was stunned on the spot, quickly turned his head to the side. Although he tried his best to free his mind, he could still feel the systematic laughter in his mind.

"Hahaha, you smelly and hard old thing will have this day too. Don't be a coward. This is true love. Hey, your grandpa is talking to you."

"...Qin and Han, Qin and Han"

"Brother, I was wrong. Just let your son go. Your grandson just had a quick talk. Don't mind it. At least he has some reaction."

"The Mengxin system has encountered a severely autistic orphan host. It's very urgent. Waiting online."

Despite the endless calls of the system, the old mute Qin Han was like a living corpse, sitting on the chair with no expression, and his heart was calm, like an old monk in meditation, unmoved despite the roar of the mountains and the tsunami.

Outside the interrogation room, black police officer Mahoney was looking at the crowd in disbelief. His gaze seemed to have passed through the reporters and looked directly at Qin Han, who was sitting on the chair with an expressionless face. He was now very sure that this silent old man The homeless man is not an ordinary person at all, and the inhuman deterrent power is not something that a normal person can possess.

He picked up the landline and dialed the New York Police Department.

"Hello, I'm Police Officer Brett Mahoney of the Seventh Precinct, No. 175665. I need to get on the phone with Chief George Stacey right away... I have an emergency to report, yes, it's very urgent. "

While black police officer Blake Mahoney was making an emergency report to the headquarters, several black Cadillacs parked in front of the police station.

Wearing a black business suit, Anne Hathaway, who showed off her good figure, ran directly into the police station.

Dozens of sleepy-eyed bodyguards in black braced themselves up and looked around nervously. They didn't know why the board of directors asked them to put out such a big battle to protect this young lady who went to the police station.

Dennis Luther ran up the steps of the police station with a serious expression, followed closely in the footsteps of his niece, and revealed his identity to the police officer on duty who had drawn his gun and prepared to warn: "I am Dennis Luther, security consultant of Clinton Housing Rental Company. Because The company’s largest shareholder believes that his long-lost biological father is in the police station. As the company’s security consultant, I have received many threat warnings from unknown gang members to the company. This is normal security protection behavior. Please "You understand the distress this creates for the staff of the Seventh Precinct as we carry out our duties."

The rigorous and official statement made the police officer on duty put away his gun with some dissatisfaction. After checking the documents Dennis brought and contacting the CEO of Clinton House Rental Company, he waved Dennis Luther into the police station.

As everyone knows, on the building opposite, two men in black are wiping the blood on their hands and pointing sniper rifles equipped with silencers at the police station door. One of the blind snipers is pressing the headset and whispering Said: "The viper is in position, tell Jin Bin that this will be doubled."

Behind them, the original owner of the house was twitching in a pool of blood, clutching his slit throat. The brightness in his blue eyes was gradually disappearing with the passage of life.

Most of the disaster-stricken residents in the Seventh Precinct have been resettled, and the police station that should have been a little more relaxed was instantly crowded into a vegetable market by the influx of media reporters.

They know very well that after a disaster, a scene of warmth and humanity is what people need to see, and it will bring them greater benefits.

But there are also people looking for relatives among them. The Chiritans caused the bombing of almost half of Midtown Manhattan, and many people are missing.

"Sorry, let me borrow it."

"Excuse me, thank you."

"Please borrow it."

Anne Hathaway tried to pass through the crowd, but was pushed back by reporters. Some even glared at her and shouted at her to get away.

Just when the girl who lacked social experience did not know how to face it, Dennis Luther arrived in time. He pulled the girl behind him and shouted to several familiar reporters: "Hey, please be quiet, I am Clinton Real Estate Company Security Advisor, this is Anne Hathaway, the daughter of Queen Clinton Liv Hathaway, whom you all know well."

The scene suddenly became quieter. Since this place is not far from the 42nd block where Hell's Kitchen is located, the locals know a lot about Liv Hathaway, who has an excellent reputation, and also know how she supported half of Hell's Kitchen as a single mother. Business empires, admiring their efforts to provide jobs and homes for the residents of Hell's Kitchen for many years, fell silent.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Dennis Luther said sternly: "I think everyone has heard of the legendary story of Mrs. Liv Hathaway. It is an inspirational story of a single mother working hard in Hell's Kitchen, but she is not She had been single before. 22 years ago, her fiancé Clark Kent, a member of the Antarctic scientific expedition team, disappeared in an avalanche in Antarctica and was officially deemed dead."

Dennis narrated this highly contagious and unknown past event in a deep voice. Even the frontline reporters who were making a fuss in the interrogation room came out and quietly held up their filming or recording equipment, waiting for the next story.

"Through this, Mrs. Hathaway never looked for a partner in her life, but raised the fruit of their love alone." Dennis pulled the panicked Anne to him and continued: "Anne Hathaway."

Anne was a little evasive, and even looked at her uncle with questioning and accusing eyes. With her lips slightly parted, she lowered her voice and complained: "Why are you making such a big fuss? I don't think he wants to make such a big fuss, regardless of whether he is my father or not." , he may be almost 70 years old and cannot bear the interruption of reporters."

Dennis smiled and did not respond to Anne. He took out the photo of Clark Kent from Anne's hand and asked the reporter impassionedly: "This is the photo of Clark Kent when he was young. Please take a look. Who does he look like?" Do you reject the reunion of a long-lost father and daughter?"

The tall black reporter squeezed to the front and said, "Fuck, isn't this the one inside..."

"Shhh, shut up and don't get out of the way."

Bob, the fat police officer, jabbed the black reporter in the chest with his finger, telling him to get out of the way.

Looking at the army of reporters who separated the sidewalk, Anne glared at Dennis and mouthed silently: "For the stock price, right?"

"No, it kills two birds with one stone."

Dennis responded silently with a shrug and an intriguing smile.