Chapter 549 Who's Teasing Whom
Because of James's earlier display of power, the SWAT team had developed a significant amount of respect and fear for him. When facing him, they completely lacked the authority they usually had over criminals. Instead, they were completely overpowered by James's presence, standing at attention and not daring to relax even a bit.
Now, without their guns, they felt extremely uncomfortable, as if sitting on pins and needles.
When James casually moved his body, they were all on high alert, their bodies tensing up in fear that James might attack them or jump out of the car. They clearly regarded James as the most terrifying existence.
James smiled and couldn't be bothered to waste words with them. He was calculating in his mind how the Lewis family and the Percy family would take action against him.
In fact, if it was just against him, he wasn't afraid of any tactics from the Lewis family or the Percy family. To him, it was just a minor annoyance. If they went too far, he wouldn't mind killing Mason and Yosef.
Ordinary people, after committing murder, often experience some degree of discomfort, and may even suffer from psychological trauma. Similarly, many police officers and soldiers find their first killing of an enemy highly unsettling, often leading to nightmares and other forms of distress.
But James had no such aftereffects at all. It wasn't that he was particularly cold-blooded; it was just that his psychological resilience was incredibly strong, and his mental state was very rich. He could quickly adjust his mindset, so naturally, he wouldn't have any aftereffects. Besides, he only killed those who deserved to die, so he had no psychological burden.
Because of this, even though his hands were stained with blood, he didn't give off a cold and sinister vibe. Even a third-stage martial artist couldn't tell that he had killed someone. Only those at the fourth stage, the pinnacle of martial arts, could detect the faint scent of blood on him.
However, individuals who had reached the fourth stage of martial arts were exceedingly rare in the entire nation.
James's real concern was that the Lewis family and the Percy family might stoop so low as to trouble Jennifer's family to threaten him.
After all, he didn't have the ability to be in two places at once and couldn't protect them every moment.
Precisely because of this, he agreed to Rolf's proposal to become an instructor for the National Security Agency, with the sole purpose of ensuring that the agency deployed personnel to protect Jennifer and her family.
James was taken by these SWAT officers to the police department in another city.
"Name." In the interrogation room, someone questioned James in a deep voice. The glaring light shone on James's face. If it were an ordinary person, they would be unable to open their eyes and would become nervous in such an environment, falling into the interrogator's rhythm.
But for James, this was too childish; it didn't affect him at all.
He casually sat in the chair, put his feet on the table, and looked relaxed. "James Smith."
"Gender." The interrogator said.
"Female." James said faintly.
The interrogator slammed his hand on the table and glared at James, scolding, "Mr. Smith, I'm warning you, you'd better behave and stop joking around! You're a man, so stop pretending to be a woman!"
James lazily replied, "Since you already know, why ask? Are you having an intelligence problem?"
"You!" The interrogator was immediately enraged, standing up and glaring fiercely at James.
James sneered and looked towards the side window. He could clearly see the people outside the window and said mockingly, "Mason, Yosef, since you're already here, don't hide behind the glass. This trick doesn't work on me."
utside the interrogation room, Mason and Yosef stood watching. This was a special type of glass, permitting those outside to see in, while those inside remained oblivious to onlookers. Yet, James's gaze seemed to pierce through, instilling a sense of fear in them, as though they were the ones under scrutiny.
Mason, who was also a martial artist and had reached the second stage, shivered under James's gaze.
As for Yosef, who wasn't even a martial artist, he was even more terrified.
Besides them, a few other big shots were also startled by James's gaze.
Yosef asked an elderly man next to him, "Otha Soderberg, can this glass allow people inside to see outside?"
Otha replied, "No, this is special glass. Only we can see inside; they can't see us, and no sound can get through."
At that moment, James in the interrogation room spoke again, "Wrong. I can not only see you but also hear your voices and know what you're thinking. Yosef, Mason, do you think you can do whatever you want now that I've left the Smith family?"
James stood up from his chair, walked to the window, and stared at Mason and Yosef. His eyes moved between them as if he could really see them.
They couldn't help but take two steps back, their faces showing unnatural expressions.
James then revealed a mocking smile and said, "You are scared?"
Mason's expression was grim.
Yosef's face was equally grim. They had thought they had James under control, but now James was mocking them.
In Yosef's eyes, they were all prominent figures, while James was just a prisoner.
The interrogators in the interrogation room were furious seeing James's lack of awareness as a prisoner and his audacity to show off. The interrogator from earlier strode over, intending to forcefully push James back into his seat.
He was the best fighter among the police, young and vigorous, and had won a boxing championship this year. He couldn't stand arrogant prisoners like James. "How dare you act up in front of me. Get back!"
However, as soon as his hand touched James's shoulder, it was as if he had been electrocuted. He screamed and was thrown back, crashing heavily into the wall. With a thud, he fell to the ground, screaming in pain, his hand dislocated.
The others in the interrogation room were stunned by this scene. They hadn't even seen how James had made his move.
As for Mason and Yosef outside the interrogation room, their pupils contracted upon witnessing this, and the others were equally shocked.
James nonchalantly dusted off his clothes and continued, "Mason, Yosef, do you really think such tactics can faze me? In less than half an hour, someone will come to bail me out."
Otha sneered, "You've committed a capital crime. Murder must be paid for with life. No one can bail you out!"
But just as he finished speaking, an assistant hurried over and said to Otha, "Mr. Soderberg, there's a call for you."
"No time to take it," Otha waved his hand, annoyed.
The assistant looked troubled and lowered his voice, "Mr. Soderberg, I think you should take it. It's from the higher-ups."
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