“No matter how much you say, it’s useless.”
"Yes, no matter how much I say, you can't get a reduction in sentence. When we catch Ruks, Joseph, Chase, Parker, see if they are loyal enough and harsh enough, will they blame you for your crimes in order to reduce sentences or terminate the investigation. It's great that you give up the opportunity to make meritorious service to others. Unfortunately, you can't meet in prison, otherwise, maybe they will be grateful to you."
Carl approached James and said it as if it were true.
James' pupils contracted slightly, which was a reaction of fear and guilt.
Carl uses his superpowers to see through James's energy direction in his whole body.
The clown's palms and soles are hot, sweating profusely, and the energy in the head is most active, concentrated on the top and back of the head.
Very typical worry, fear, reaction when impacted.
The nonsensical pride buried deep in his bones still makes him stubborn.
"It seems that you have a good relationship with the other four people. I'm sure they won't betray you. I'll discuss with your lawyer how to maximize your interests. You wouldn't have to be sentenced to abate. Once you make meritorious service, I can guarantee that you will stay in prison for at most ten years. If you kill Sel, you will be arrested on the spot. There are circumstances that resist arrest and denial. The crime is too cruel. Sel's skull has not been recovered so far. This can be directly sentenced to death. Oh, let's discuss with your lawyer. What I should say is all."
Carl stood up and opened the door. James' lawyer arrived in silence. Carl turned around and said, "James, you don't have much time left. Last month, I was out of trouble. Now that I'm back, the other four people will soon be caught. Just like arresting you, are you very confident that they are cunning and better than you? They will definitely not be arrested? Haha!"
Carl closed the door with a snap, leaving the lawyer staring at the table in a daze, and James, the clown opposite the table.
"What is this...?" asked the young lawyer.
"Expression." James said irritably and depressed.
...
"Hey! It's so relieved! Kat! You guys have a set!"
Bald uncle Raymond patted Carl on the shoulder regularly, "Go to my house for dinner tonight? Your aunt has prepared a lot of dishes for her little daughter's birthday."
"Uh... I'll have no need, I'll make an appointment tonight."
As soon as Carl left the interrogation room, Uncle Tu Lei's deputy team leader got in and then put pressure on him.
"You're having an appointment? It's very rare, is it a girl?"
Uncle Tu Lei’s gossiping little ear radar is raised.
Carl smiled and nodded, "I still want to go to Coffin to see my dad."
"Ah... Hopsen..." Uncle Tu Lei scratched his bald head. Recently, he heard that giving the scalp a certain amount of stimulation can awaken the pores that cannot grow to a certain extent.
"It's said that good people don't seem to be rewarded, and disasters can last for thousands of years. I believe it now, and I don't believe it completely. Those people that Lao Huo saved for decades, as long as they live, Lao Huo will live forever."
Uncle Tu Lei felt uncomfortable in his nose and seemed to be about to have a runny nose. He patted Carl on the shoulder heavily.
Back at the office area of ​​the Extraordinary Bureau, Carl continued to read the tens of thousands of emails accumulated in one month and quickly handled administrative affairs.
Dalton was originally working in the afternoon, but the team leader asked him to come two hours in advance to arrange for Marco to join the company.
At this time, the Human Resources Department is organizing information, printing employee cards, filtering access and exit permissions, and contacting the administrative department to arrange dormitories...
The new bird Marcole was taken to the gym at the training ground by Ivis to take a shower and change clothes.
After washing the smell and greasy body of the young man, his hair was refreshing, but he was not energetic at all.
Wearing Avis' loose sportswear, it doesn't fit well and the hem is a bit long.
Carl thought that the angry and strong young man could clean it up and look more attractive.
Unexpectedly, he was still fierce and his convex eyebrows were still scary.
After washing it, you can see it more clearly, and it will look even more terrifying...
I don’t know because of his three big and five thick body shapes, his weird eyebrows, or his always angry expressions…
It's obviously not ugly, but it's very annoying...
"Uh... Dalton hasn't come back yet. Brother Ai, take your junior brother Marcole to the Agent's House to get a haircut. If you want a soldier hairstyle, just take a vest for him to wear. He wears your T-shirt a little longer."
Carl was a person who didn't care much about external appearance, but Marcole's temperament was really annoying.
If I were slightly obsessed with cleanliness and slightly picky, Ivette might not be able to help but beat him out...
"What a trouble! He looks like he is so annoying! It's useless to modify it! It's all your fault! The ugly people make too many mistakes! I have to go to the locker! I have to pay back the money for cutting my hair! And underwear! I paid my salary at the end of the month, and I bought a new one for me!" Avis cursed and pulled Marcole, like a cowherder pulling a standing strong bull, complaining constantly, "I say I don't like this little bastard! I'll stuff it to me! I'll stuff it to me!"
"I didn't choose it when I arranged it."
The strong man, Marcole, has been dealing with street gangsters since he was a child, and has no worries at all and speaks directly.
Because of his responsibilities, Carl was kind to him, so he endured Avis's words without any hesitation.
Besides, if he doesn't transform into a werewolf, he can't beat Ivis at all.
Aigou is a little taller than Makole and has longer hands and feet.
Not to mention fighting skills, Avis's strength is much greater than the strong and angry Marcole.
Marcole has never met anyone who can survive his brute force.
Ivis is the first person he has ever seen.
The movements are clean and neat, and one punch and one kick seem light, but in fact the blow is very strong.
But Ives is very scheming and arrogant, has no airs, and is a good person...
Marcole likes good people.
Even though Ai Gou had a bad mouth, he was willing to give him the leftover soup he didn't want, and even put the fat intestines in the bowl and distributed them to Marcole.
So even if Ivis threw him in a simple barber room next to the convenience store and told the barber "the military hairstyle makes him look like a personal one", Marcole was not angry.
Even the bad luck of the hairdresser holding the electric fader of the hairdresser, shaking his head and sighing while pushing, Marcole was very calm - he looked like this!
Like a fugitive, with a bad criminal temperament.
Ivis retrieved a white vest from the gym locker in the training ground.
The barber-cutter's uncle disliked Marcole, so he finished digging the young man's head in just a few seconds and sent it out.
After changing into a white vest, it was really much better.
It has a similar temperament to a Wrestling uncle in the Flying Tigers.
Renovation is completed!
Avis whistled with satisfaction and walked to his grandmother's house.
"You are waiting here, I smoke a cigarette. I haven't smoked for two hours because of you!"
"I didn't stop you." The strong Marcole said seriously.
"Depend on!"
Avis couldn't help knocking Marcole's head with a lighter, "You can't smoke in the training ground! You can't smoke in the barber room! You can't smoke in the office area. I'll take you to these places, so you can't smoke while walking! You'll be fined!"
Ivis got into the smoking area and left Marcole outside to show frighteningly.
Chapter completed!