Striped Prison Uniforms Cure All Defiance!

Abnormal Human Research Center.

The interrogation room is located on the third basement level.

A Le had his legs propped up on the desk, with a box of leftover Cantonese char siu buns on the corner.

On the two interrogation chairs opposite, locked up were two foreigners who had been shipped over from Utah a few days earlier.

The man on the left is Robbie Reyes, codename Prism.

The waist that Ah Qi had severed was later restored using biological adhesive from the bureau.

On the right, the muscular, purple-haired, hulking woman is Philippa Sontag, codenamed Arclight.

Right now, he's glaring angrily ahead with his neck stiff.

"Hey, you two international friends, let's be honest and straightforward. My A Le, and the rule in this room is that we can talk money without hurting feelings."

A Le picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip of strong tea, and spat the tea leaves back into the lid.

"How many US dollars do you actually earn a month working for that 'Miss Sinister' in United States?"

Are there high-temperature subsidies and work injury medical insurance?

"Pah! Don't try to disgust me with your ridiculous Eastern monkey rhetoric!"

"If you have the guts, pull out a gun and blow my head off right now. You think you can pry a single word out of me? In your next life!"

"Don't get so worked up, young lady. Always resorting to violence, no wonder you're not doing so well overseas."

A Le still greeted him with a smile.

"He's just putting on a tough guy act in front of Ah Qi because he's in a hurry and doesn't want to bother with you guys."

"Once it falls into my hands, A Le, we'll have plenty of time to settle the accounts."

After saying that, A Le took out a stack of documents from the drawer.

"I had someone investigate your background yesterday, and what I found made me feel sorry for both of you!"

"Brother Robbie Reyes, you have a 70-year-old mother back in New Jersey living in the Carnation Private Nursing Home, where the monthly care fee is $4,200, am I right?"

"What are you doing investigating my family, you bastard? Come at me if you dare!"

"Hey Robbie Reyes, how can you be so ungrateful? I'm just helping you with an asset risk assessment."

"You two have been missing in Utah for over forty-eight hours. The Silver Peak Consortium's personnel system has marked you as casualties."

"Not only have the commissions in your Switzerland bank accounts been wiped out, but the automatic deduction agreement with the nursing home has also been officially terminated."

"You're talking nonsense! The Lady will never mistreat the soldiers who shed their blood for her!"

Prism panicked upon hearing this.

It's fine to mess around with myself, but what about my mom...?

"Still don't believe it? Come on, open your eyes and look at this fax. It even has a eviction notice signed by the nursing home director!"

A Le took the paper and walked up to the Prism, waving it in front of it.

"According to New Jersey business regulations, if you're more than three days behind on payments, your mother, wheelchair and all, will be left to sleep under a bridge in sub-zero temperatures."

"As for you, Philippa..."

"That detached house with a pool that you bought in the Chicago suburbs, it's registered under the name of a black market white-glove company, right?"

"Just two hours ago, that front company sold the property, along with the two Harley in your garage, to the local Irish gang at half price, citing your breach of contract and disappearance."

"Impossible! That was the money I earned by breaking six ribs to save my life! How dare they take my house!"

Enraged, Arclight shook the chains binding her, making them clang loudly.

"How is that impossible? Capitalists can extract a child's brains and sell them for money, why would they need to pick an auspicious day to swallow your suburban secondhand house?"

A Le took two steps back and leaned against the edge of the table.

"I also used your two social media accounts to post a bounty on the dark web, saying that you possess the password to the Silver Peak Consortium's secret vault."

"Right now, all the assassins in the North America underworld are looking for your relatives and friends to have tea... tsk tsk, this is quite a spectacle..."

"You despicable, vile scum, I'll smash your bones to pieces!"

Arclight struggled desperately, the super-powered suppression ring on the interrogation chair causing her muscles to twitch violently.

The Prism next to it completely lost its spirit.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything... As long as you can help me pay off the nursing home's debts, I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

"Robbie Reyes, you spineless coward, shut your mouth!"

"Arclight! She is my mother who gave me life and raised me!"

"Those bastards from Silver Peak have already thrown us away like trash. I can't watch my mother freeze to death on the street!"

"See, Robbie Reyes is so insightful. A wise man knows when to yield."

A Le smiled and pressed a button, turning off the high-voltage electric shock on Arclight's chair.

"But buddy... our 749 Bureau's funding doesn't come from thin air."

"One piece of intelligence is only enough to buy one ticket to safety. Whoever speaks first will enjoy priority in our efforts to unite us!"

"I said! Besides the Windover Branch we've already destroyed, Miss Sinister also has a Zero Gene Furnace, 300 meters underground in the Roswell Desert, New Mexico!"

"Robbie Reyes, you dare steal my lines? Sir, he's just a lowly sidekick; I know ten times more than him!"

Arclight's neck veins bulged, her former ferocity completely gone.

"That Zero Furnace is no ordinary laboratory! Last month, Killer and I personally escorted three truckloads of liquid nitrogen cryogenic tanks there!"

"It's filled with dominant X-Gene serum extracted from Mutants from various places!"

A Le nodded repeatedly. "Anything else? This little bit of scraps isn't enough."

"And another thing! The Black King of the Hellfire Club has reached a secret agreement with Omen!"

"They need to integrate twelve high-risk abilities, including Jacob's shapeshifting gene, into an ultimate living weapon by the end of next month!"

Arclight revealed all the secrets she had kept inside her.

After saying that, he gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on A Le.

"I've confessed everything. You promised to help me get the remaining payment for that house in Chicago back, are you keeping your word?"

"Huh? When did I agree to help you get your house back? I just said whoever speaks first gets priority in receiving reformatory treatment from this bureau!"

A Le closed his notebook, grinned, and waved to the two armed officers at the door.

"Brother Robbie Reyes's attitude is very proper. I'll have the field comrade go to the New Jersey nursing home to pay the year's hospital fees and also deliver two boxes of ginseng slices to the old lady."

"As for you, young lady... since you're so energetic, why don't you go to the intensive care unit and practice sewing for three months?"

"I'll consider sending a cease and desist letter to the Chicago mob once you've tempered your temper."

"You're kidding me?! Fuck you! You liar, yellow-skinned fraud, let me go!"

"Take them away, take them away. They're giving me a headache. Remember to change them into the new striped prison uniforms our center issued, and choose a tighter size to save fabric."

Two agents pushed in a hydraulic trolley and swiftly dragged the cursing Arclight and the relieved Prism out of the interrogation room.

A Le followed behind with a cheerful smile, passing through the blast door and arriving at the hardened criminal labor camp area.

Several familiar faces were working inside.

In cell Number One, Sabretooth sat on a small stool, awkwardly knitting a sweater-knitted work glove.

Hearing the noise, the Sabretooth stopped what it was doing and turned its head to look.

"Hey, isn't this Arclight? What happened? Did that pretty boy with the Pig Butchering Knife's knife chop you into a cripple too?"

The Sabretooth laughed heartily.

"I thought you Marauders were all that great! You swagger around outside, but in the end, you're just like me, stuck inside making sewing machines!"

The operators unlocked cells three and four, pushed Arclight and Prism inside, and locked them up.

Arclight limped to the partition and slapped the glass with her hand.

"Shut your filthy mouth, Victor! What right do you, a sick cat with its claws plucked, have to laugh at me?!"

"At least I was ambushed on the main battlefield!"

"You're actually knitting here like a woman?"

The Sabretooth's smile vanished.

"You know nothing! I'm just actively responding to the reform policy and striving for leniency!"

Seriously... they didn't show anything at all?

"Alright, alright, fellow inmates should show some solidarity and camaraderie!"

"Victor, you broke a public knitting needle, five points deducted from your rehabilitation points, and your steamed buns tonight will be halved!"

A Le tapped his baton, looked at the few people inside who had quieted down, and turned to walk upstairs with satisfaction.

I need to send the information to Ah Qi right away; that kid's probably in for a lot of work again.