A beam of light shot from the depths of the distant universe, tearing apart the black clouds and leaving a dazzling trail in the night sky. It's extremely fast, but it's so small that it doesn't attract the slightest attention when it flies past satellites in orbit and swaggers across the radar monitoring area. No one on the entire planet noticed this tiny alien.
Two thirty in the morning, somewhere in the metropolis.
Mike sat in handcuffs on the chair behind the interrogation table, lost his mind halfway through the interrogation for some unknown time, and even let out a long, lazy yawn. The black suit agent sitting across from him in charge of the interrogation almost had his nose crooked, Mike waved to him apologetically: "I'm sorry, because I feel... maybe it's too late, I really I kinda miss my bed."
"As long as you cooperate a little, Mr. Marcus," the agent said angrily, "it's good for you and me. And I've spent four hours here with you, and you haven't said a single useful word yet. "
"I said it all, because I really don't know anything." Mike spread his hands helplessly.
"You and I both know it's a lie," the agent said coldly. "You have a bomb in your car, and someone might die because of it."
"I've said it so many times, it's my dad's car! I just stole his car, and I'm pretty sure that doesn't make me wear this, right?" Mike shook the shackles on his hands helplessly. , the chain "clanked" when he touched it.
"The latter happened to disappear at this time." The agent reminded, "This only increases your suspicion, and there is a high possibility that you have committed the crime together..."
"Collaboration? Me and my dad?" Mike burst into laughter when he said this, as if he had heard some very funny joke.
The agent frowned: "What?"
"Sorry, I'm just...it's so funny to put words like that between me and my dad." Mike took a while to catch his breath and said, "I can be anything with him. , but words like 'collaboration', 'cooperation'? No, that's never going to happen."
Since Mike had shown unprecedented seriousness since entering the interrogation room, the agent could not help but scrutinized him suspiciously, as if to see if this fellow was telling the truth. However, this serious atmosphere only lasted for about four or five seconds, and a long and extremely discordant "guru" sound broke the atmosphere.
Mike covered his belly embarrassedly: "Sorry, you said I've been in for four hours? I seem to be starving right now... I heard that in some places they will treat the belly of the prisoner first. It makes people talk, do you have this rule?"
The agent held his forehead, and he began to feel that he was not on the same channel as this kid all along. He put away the documents, got up and left the interrogation room, and told the soldiers guarding the door to go in and look at the kid, and he immediately went around behind the one-way glass of the interrogation room.
The white-haired, wrinkled-faced officer glanced at the agent coldly, and said coldly, "We haven't made any progress, and we must take necessary measures."
"Give me a little more time," the agent said. "I'll let him talk."
"I've given you four hours, and you haven't pryed a word out of his mouth so far." The white-haired official said annoyed, "I've always sneered at your so-called interrogation techniques, which are all useless and far away. Far less efficient than some primitive methods. I've always preferred the simple but efficient way."
"That's not what I came here for, so what do you need me to do here?" the agent said solemnly, "And Waller won't agree..."
"Waller!" The white-haired official's voice suddenly raised, which startled everyone around him. He continued in a slightly slower tone: "Waller, she's not here, but I'm here. This is my turf, and I'm in charge."
The agent frowned. He subconsciously looked into the interrogation room through the one-way glass. The silly-looking boy seemed to be trying to accost the soldier next to him with a gun.
Could this kid really be a terrorist?
The agent hesitated for a moment and said, "I think that the kid may be telling the truth, maybe he really doesn't know anything. This is all unreasonable - based on the information we have collected so far, he was dating a girl when the explosion occurred. , and his car was not even a hundred yards away from him at the time, which was really bad timing for the bomber. Plus we've verified that he himself attended the Metropolitan University directly across from the scene Student, if he really wants to blow up somewhere, theoretically he should never choose a location that can be connected to himself..."
The white-haired official glanced at him coldly, and said solemnly: "I need to remind you, are we dealing with the 'Sect'? So far, all the activities of the 'Sect', the motives and behavior of the members, have Which one can be explained by common sense?"
The agent fell silent.
"Always remember that we are dealing with a gang of utter lunatics, and we must do whatever we can to deal with them. The enemy will not share your kindness." We have to get the information before his accomplices do it again. Now, stop talking nonsense and do what is necessary."
The agent knew that there was no room for manoeuvre, he only sighed, and at the same time secretly prayed for the hapless kid.
A few minutes after the agent went out, the door to the interrogation room was banged open, and a large group of mermaids rushed in, instantly surrounding Mike. Mike looked around. "Hey gentlemen, does that mean I can finally go out?"
No one paid any attention to him. Two soldiers grabbed a black hood and covered his head. A group of people lifted him from his seat, led him into another room, and pressed him on a cold metal seat. . They tied his hands and feet with belts and put something on his head that was cold to the touch.
Mike could feel people coming and going, but he couldn't see anything, so he asked, "Hello, anyone? Would anyone mind explaining what's going on?"
The agent in charge of interrogating him walked over to the console in the room and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, kid. But you still have a chance to explain everything. It doesn't have to be this way."
"I'm starting to get a little scared about what you said, but I swear I really don't know." Mike said helplessly, "Or either, I'll tell the truth now that my dad is actually a big bad guy. Friendly, and also has a bad habit of planting bombs under his own car seat, is that all right?"
The agent sighed: "Since you insist so much, then I can't help you."
The moment the joystick on the console was pulled down, countless electric currents rushed into Mike's body from the icy chair, like thousands of small snakes digging into his body, gnawing his teeth with sharp needle-like teeth. every nerve. The severe pain made him groan uncontrollably, all the muscles in his body collapsed under the stimulation, and sweat dripped like rain.
However, at this juncture, a huge energy suddenly and overbearingly broke into this building. The layers of reinforced concrete were penetrated like paper paste, and the green beam punched a thumb-sized hole in the middle of the locked iron door of the room, and flew down to the hand of Mike, who was receiving an electric shock.
The high-voltage current was cut off in an instant, green light bathed the victim's body in an instant, the leather that bound his hands and feet was shattered, and a series of bright electric sparks jumped out from the metal seat. Climb up the console along the line all the way, and blew up half of the console.
Mike was wrapped in green light, staring at the small shining ring on the middle finger of his right hand, his brain couldn't accept the fact that this happened to him for a while.
A green light ring, different from the cosplay props he bought for Halloween before, this one seems to be genuine.
"Mike Marcus from Earth, you have the power to overcome great fear...Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps!"
No matter whether surprise or joy could pour into his numb head, the ring involuntarily released a large cloud of green light, wrapping him into a ball of light and flying out. The dazzling green sphere domineeringly smashed through the layers of walls, and rushed into the dark night sky, leaving behind this messy room and stunned people.
"Damn it!" The white-haired officer outside the door saw this series of astonishing developments, and couldn't help but scolded, "I want to publish the world's most wanted, the target threat level is the highest! And contact Waller for me, just say We have a terrorist running away with a ghostly green light ring on his hand!"