I Hate Violence More Than Anything

Inside the interrogation room, Kevin, handcuffed to a seat, roared at the two police officers, his face dark with frustration and resentment.

"You were kind enough to be rescued on a speedboat, and then you attacked the American citizens who helped you, nearly overturning the entire boatload of people, and you still claim to be law-abiding citizens!"

The slightly older white police officer picked up the interrogation record, banged it on the table, and looked at the officer with a sarcastic expression.

"They pointed guns at me first! That was self-defense!"

Kevin, his face dark, rubbed his forehead and helplessly defended himself.

"Who told you to be carrying a life-sized baby floating on the sea, with its mouth full of blood!"

"Besides, I haven't heard of any ships sinking in these waters recently. Shipwreck survivors? You're kidding me!"

"Tell me, is it human smuggling or drug trafficking? Who are your accomplices? Or you could tell me who the smuggler is."

The black man banged on the table in disgust and kept sneering at the "criminal" in front of him.

In Los Angeles, these are probably the two most common ways to make a fortune off the sea.

Caterina Island, a popular tourist destination in California, attracts a large number of visitors, so it's not uncommon for people to enjoy a few puffs after having fun.

This group of people are not short of money, and with demand driving them, there will inevitably be channels to sell those things.

***Kid... Upon hearing this, Kevin's lips twitched slightly, and he felt a deep loathing for institutions like the police station.

Now he has discovered that he is inherently at odds with government agencies of violence.

I've spent almost as much time in jail as I've spent at home lately.

Finally, Kevin took a deep breath, his expression solemn.

"Okay, I am the commander of the BSAA European headquarters, an international Bio-terrorism counter-terrorism organization. My partner and I were recently in Las Vegas investigating the aftermath of a bioterrorism incident..."

"Later, we were ambushed and ended up here..."

"Give me your phone, and I can prove it to you!"

The two men on the opposite side, Bai Jiahei and Hei, froze for a few seconds before exchanging a glance and bursting into laughter.

The commander sighed slightly and continued his statement.

"I am also a special agent for the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency (S.H.I.E.L.D.. ), one of the founding four of the Avengers, and a partner of the X-Men, now ready to save the world..."

Which one do you believe?

The somewhat composed older white man took a sip of coffee, wiped his glasses, and leaned back in his swivel chair to offer his advice.

"Young man, although your story is interesting, it's almost lunchtime. I think you'd better hurry up and reveal your identity, background, and the criminal activities you've been involved in..."

"If I confess, the legal process will consider reducing my sentence..."

Immediately, the white man gestured with his chin toward his black underling who was about to leave, and casually gave him instructions.

"A Mexico burrito, a bacon sandwich, a hot cocoa, two sugar cubes, please..."

Kevin shook his head helplessly, making a self-deprecating remark while his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I knew this would be the result, why bother telling you the truth!"

"Could you tell me first, where is my baby?"

The Black man standing next to him loosened his tie, showing some impatience with the stubborn fellow before him.

"So nervous about that piece of junk? Do you really think we can't find anything on you?"

"In a few minutes, the forensic autopsy report will be released, and we'll have a definitive conclusion on the origin of these human tissues and whether they contained poison!"

"Kid, get your ass cleaned up, get ready to go pick up clients at a California jail!"

"Bang!"

With a crisp metallic snap, the Black man's mocking expression froze, while the older white man's hands trembled, spilling the warm coffee all over his crotch, leaving it soaked.

The man, his wrists ripped open, suddenly broke free of his handcuffs and darted to the table. His icy eyes were filled with murderous intent, causing a visible layer of frost to appear on the walls of the interrogation room.

"Where is the dissection room? Answer in 10 seconds!"

Under the ominous threat, the black-and-white duo chattered, and as if waking from a dream, hurriedly reached for their sidearms.

However, Kevin merely shifted his gaze to the side, raised his leg, and kicked the young black man against the wall, placing his toe on his throat. With a slight exertion, the reckless fellow's face turned purple and his expression became contorted.

As for the older white man, his wrist was grabbed by the criminal in front of him, and his right arm, which was dislocated, was almost swollen like a pig's trotter.

Kevin picked up the police gun, coldly released the safety, and pointed the muzzle at the white officer's forehead.

"3...2...1..."

"Basement level two! 207! 207!"

He has a family, children, and his youngest daughter is only 3 years old! He doesn't want to die in the line of duty right now!

The white police officer, his psychological defenses crumbling, screamed in terror. He sensed that if he didn't do as he was told, this man would kill! Kill everyone here!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the black man, who was about to suffocate, was kicked into a corner. Then, the steel door of the interrogation room collapsed with a crash, and Kevin, carrying the terrified white police officer, ran wildly down the corridor.

Meanwhile, in dissection room 207.

Female forensic pathologist Joe swallowed the half-eaten egg tart she was holding in her mouth, then, as usual, put on her rubber gloves and turned on the vintage gramophone, inserting a vinyl record.

Amidst the trembling sound of the bone saw rubbing together in her hands, a low and slow melody began, accompanied by calm and harmonious tunes, as if leading people's souls into a solemn and majestic church.

"Grant her eternal rest, Lord, and may light shine upon her forever..."

Joe approached the autopsy table, kissed the cross on his chest, and then, facing the body about to be dissected, murmured a prayer with his eyes closed.

"Mozart's Requiem, Part One, the Kyrie, hmm, hope you like it..."

The female forensic doctor muttered to herself, pulled back the white sheet covering the body, and pointed the bone saw at the victim's abdominal cavity.

"Puff..."

"Boom!"

However, just as the blade pierced half an inch into the victim's skin, the door to the autopsy room was flung open, a gust of wind swept in all directions, and the curtains fluttered loudly.

Some human tissues, preserved in formalin, fell from the shelf along with their glass containers and crashed to the ground, filling the air with a pungent odor.

The female forensic pathologist, Joe, felt her hands and feet turn ice-cold, like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake. She looked in horror at the man who had suddenly barged in carrying the white police officer. She wanted to question him, but found that her tongue was almost tied in knots.

At this moment, the uninvited guest looked at the bone-saw knife that was stuck in the victim's abdomen, his face turning ashen.

Just as an eerie silence fell over both sides, the tray behind Joe crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

The female forensic pathologist was stiff. She remembered that she was used to placing the tray very steadily, and that there was a craniotomy drill pressed down on it...

So, what comes next...?

P. S.: Side quests are unfolding.

Chapter 265, Section 279: I Hate Violence the Most

"Get down!"

The cold, low command came through, and the disoriented female forensic doctor instinctively fell to the ground in obedience, for the man, after discarding the unconscious white police officer, was slowly raising his pistol.

"Bang!"

A2's eyes gleamed with an eerie red light. His body, which had just sat up, was thrown backward again by the bullet, and the bone-saw in his hand was instantly severed in two.

At the same time, the commander rushed forward, grabbed A2 by the neck, and slammed him onto the bed.

However, in a pure contest of strength, Kevin was clearly at a disadvantage. A2 grabbed his wrist with his right hand and swung him against the shelf in the corner.

Fortunately, Kevin, with his incredible flexibility, used joint locks to regain control and pin A2 down.

What is this? During the fight, the commander's gaze was drawn to the four claw-like holes deep into A2's spine on the back of its neck, where mechanical spiders formed from nanites could be faintly seen attaching to its central nervous system.

"Don't be afraid! I'm here to help you!"

After regaining consciousness, the female forensic pathologist grabbed Kevin's police pistol from the ground, mustered her courage, and cautiously stepped forward, preparing to help shoot down the resurrected "zombie."

"Get out of here!"

The commander, who had barely managed to maintain control of the situation, listened intently to the faint sound of the trigger being pulled. He immediately turned around and roared, his grip on A2's arms loosening instantly.

"Live subject confirmed... Quantity 3... Primate... Target removal operation... Commence!"

A2 seized the opportunity to break free of its restraints, its body temperature rose sharply, and layers of dark red light patterns appeared all over its body.

Self-destruction? Here we go again!

The commander, who had slid off the wall, groaned in Affliction as he struggled to his feet. Instead of retreating, he advanced and crashed into A2's arms, slamming him down in a takedown.

Feel sorry...

Immediately, Kevin's gaze hardened, and he grabbed a scalpel from the tray, inserting it directly into the spine at the back of A2's neck, pinning the mechanical spider to its death.

Then, the Ice and Snow Gene he barely activated instantly froze all the scattered nanobots.

Having suffered this severe blow, the chip in A2's brain completely severed its control over the body, thus ending the self-destruct program.

Kevin sensed the terrifyingly high temperature emanating from A2 rapidly decreasing, and then leaned against the wall, sitting down exhausted.

At that moment, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor on the second basement level.

After a laborious search of the white police officer's body, yielding nothing, the commander coldly raised his hand to the female forensic pathologist beside him, who was more docile than a quail.

"Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency! Give me your phone!"

Having learned his lesson from his previous arrest, Kevin directly invoked S.H.I.E.L.D..'s authority, demanding communication tools from the female medical examiner to connect with the outside world.

However, the female forensic pathologist, Qiao, looked completely astonished.

"Since yesterday, the cell phone signal base station on Caterina Island has been down, and we can't make any calls at all..."

"Furthermore, for some reason, the passenger ships from outside have still not arrived..."

"I heard that a group of people were planning to drive a speedboat to the shore this afternoon, but they discovered survivors of a shipwreck at sea. Even the helicopter that went to scout the way never returned..."

"The recent storms and strange events have made it impossible for anyone to venture out rashly..."

"Currently, the thousands of people stranded on the island are awaiting rescue..."

Then, the female forensic pathologist recalled what Kevin had said earlier and blinked excitedly.

"You just mentioned... the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency? Are they agents investigating mysterious events? Like 007?"

Kevin raised his pistol, scratched his head, and kept hearing the woman's incessant questioning.

No wonder the group of people on the speedboat reacted so strongly when they saw me yesterday.

Furthermore, it makes sense that the two officers at the police station, who were on duty day and night, wouldn't give him a phone to verify his identity.

"Is that your wife? Your partner? Or perhaps a beautiful spy lying in bed?"

At this moment, the overly friendly female forensic doctor across from them was still relentlessly asking questions, while the heavy breathing sounds from the corridor were approaching the door.

"Want to know? Come closer, I'll tell you in a secret..."

The commander narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled brightly, and beckoned to the female forensic doctor warmly.

The curious female forensic doctor, like a puppy seeing a bone, eagerly approached.

However, the cold muzzle of a gun was immediately pressed against her forehead.

"Good boy, raise your hands and walk forward..."

The teasing reply made the hot-headed female forensic doctor realize that the man in front of her was an unidentified person who had taken a police officer hostage and forced his way into the autopsy room.

Outside the door, a burly Native American man wearing a bulletproof vest was carrying Remington, preparing to violently break in.

As he beckoned, his Slavic partner understood and pulled out a stun grenade, gripping the ring with his left hand, and quietly stepped forward.

However, the seven or eight police officers behind them, gripping their pistols and with their hearts pounding, appeared somewhat tense.

They had seen what happened in the interrogation room; the monster had kicked the metal door out of shape! When it ran down the corridor, it was so fast it was almost invisible!

Not to mention that this guy was carrying an adult!

However, just as the burly Slavic man was about to throw the stun grenade into the autopsy room, the female forensic pathologist, her face stiff, slowly walked out, raising her hands and shouting.

"Don't shoot! He's inside, he has a gun, and another hostage. He wants to talk to you..."

The group cautiously approached, stopping frequently, but found no trace of the bandits.