Recreating Cybertron in the Marvel Universe

Ronan flew to the roof of the building where the court was located and observed the trial process through the transparent glass skylight above.

At this time, the trial had officially begun. Faced with the aggressiveness of the other party's lawyer, Hansen seemed a little restless. When the judge asked him to submit evidence, he just sat there without saying a word.

Facing the bailiff's constant urging, he finally could only say with a dry mouth: "There is no evidence... Your Honor, there is no..."

The notebook in front of him was empty, and the small window that popped up on it displayed a few words: Deleted

All the evidence is gone.

There was a commotion in the court, and the reporters who were paying attention to the case immediately became excited. After all, Cecil was considered a semi-public figure, and his involvement in the gang was originally a big news.

Now, what was supposed to be a case with solid evidence turned out to be such a big mistake!

Nothing excites them more than this twist!

At the end of the trial, Cecil was released in court, while Hanson was cornered in the background by an angry Rubens.

"I'm sorry," he cried, "I had to save my son..."

"You have no idea what you have done!" Rubens yelled angrily: "I know Cecil, lies are a common occurrence for him. No matter what he says, you should not believe him."

"No! They promised me that they would release my son!"

At this time, the innocent Cecil also took off his prison uniform, put on the white suit he usually wore, and walked out of the trial scene calmly.

"Officer, it's really embarrassing to hear you say that! But it doesn't matter, I won't take it to heart!"

Rubens's face turned cold instantly. When Hansen saw it, he suddenly broke away from his pull, threw himself in front of Cecil, and said anxiously: "Where is my son?"

"Don't worry!" Cecil waved his hand, "You have done a great job. Don't worry, your son will come back. I do what I say!"

……

Claire and others took Hansen's son out of the apartment. The little boy kept resisting. When Claire saw that he was upset, she slapped him hard and asked his men to put him in the trunk of the car.

"I hate children the most!" he cursed.

At this time, the police who realized something was wrong had also tracked nearby. Hearing the noisy sirens, Claire immediately made a decision and asked her two men to leave with the hostages first, while she slowly walked in circles with the police.

It wasn't until he got the news that Cecil was released that he stopped on the side of the road, called the two men and asked them to send the child back.

But the answers from the two men made Claire frown...

"Damn it!" he cursed, but despite the embarrassment, he still dialed his boss's phone number and quickly told him what had happened.

"Dead?" Cecil was also a little surprised.

"Yes, those two guys were crazy on drugs, and the little guy kept making noises in the trunk and wanted to escape, so they..."

"Forget it!" Cecil waved his hand and said, "Then just send the body back."

After hanging up the phone, looking at Hansen who had been following him and waiting eagerly, Cecil said expressionlessly: "Your 'son' has been sent back, and it's parked in front of your house. Get in a car and see for yourself."

After saying that, he ignored Hansen and walked straight towards his men waiting on the roadside.

But after taking a few steps, he was stopped by someone. Cecil raised his head and found that the person who stopped him was an ordinary-looking Asian teenager.

"You'd better be true to your word and let the child go, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!"

Cecil was very angry. Ever since Evans jumped out to oppose him, now no one dares to challenge him!

"Then I really want to see how you made me regret it!"

……

Hansen drove the car at high speed, passing through countless red lights along the way. Cecil was right, there was really a car parked in front of his house.

The vehicle was not locked. When he opened the door, he did not find his son in the car. In a panic, he remembered to open the trunk of the car and take a look.

Sure enough, his son was lying in the trunk, his face was pale, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Hansen was so surprised that he wanted to pick him up, but as soon as he touched the child's arm, he suddenly retracted...

Why... is it cold...

……

His son was dead, but the whereabouts of his wife and his lover were unknown. The police found nothing in the man's apartment.

They may have been killed, but it is also possible that they eloped in panic. After all, dead people will not come back specifically to get jewelry boxes and bank cards...

Hansen no longer wanted to care so much. If he died, he would die. If he left, he would leave. It made no difference to him.

His son is dead...

Hansen had known for a long time that his wife was cheating on him, and he also knew that the person she cheated on was his friend.

But he never said it. He wanted to wait until his son was older, and he also wanted to wait until he became famous. By then, whether he left his wife or the office, he could live a good life with his son.

So when the old man came to the door with this case, Hansen immediately agreed without hesitation.

But he still lost, and he lost everything.

——His son is everything to him!

"I'm sorry!" A policeman came over slowly. He was the police captain sent by Rubens to protect his family.

Hansen waved his hand. Compared to them, shouldn't he hate that woman more?

She knew that these police were protecting them, and she also knew that she should not leave, but just a phone call made her forget everything immediately.

Haha, passion?desire?Why do some people never survive without these...

Hansen stood up unsteadily. He just wanted to leave here and leave this empty and unpopular home.

As for where to go, he didn't know.

--No!Maybe there’s a place for that!

Since that woman can abandon her family for those illusory things, then maybe she can do it too. She doesn’t have to abandon too much, as long as she can temporarily make him forget about her son...

He knew this was wrong. This was not what a good father should do. He should always remember his son and never forget him.

But no!All this was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

It won't take long, just tonight!

Staggeringly pushing open the door of the bar, Hansen threw a wad of bills into the air. Facing the surging crowd, he cheered: "Come on..."