No, You're Not Qualified

Ding.

The elevator doors opened slowly, revealing three people inside. Two young ladies from the Internal Affairs Department, dressed in skirt suits, saw Alex. Their eyes lit up, and they instinctively tucked their hair behind their ears. Holding folders, they greeted Alex with smiles.

This newcomer, who had immediately taken the high-ranking position of captain of the Special Ability Handling Team, had piqued the curiosity and interest of everyone in the police headquarters, both due to his title and his appearance.

In the police department, important news unrelated to cases spread with abnormal speed.

Alex's background information was already known to many: he was Bert's son, and with special approval from the chief, he had joined the police force to lead the Special Ability Handling Team in dealing with any matters related to superpower crimes.

He started as a First Grade Inspector, leading the newly formed Special Ability Handling Team. This even gave the headquarters staff the impression that this so-called Special Ability Handling Team, with the increase in superpower crimes in the future, might evolve into a dedicated department for superpower crimes, led by a division chief with real power. This was not impossible; Alex's future was boundless. Therefore, almost the entire police force was enveloped in discussions about Alex all day long.

Alex's expression was gentle, and he greeted them with faint smiles. Earlier, when he had passed by the Internal Affairs Department with Jenson, he had already garnered favor from many ladies with his outstanding looks. The two in front of him were among them.

Of course, there was also a group of displeased men.

A young plainclothes officer in the elevator watched the two ladies and Alex chatting and laughing with a stern, unhappy expression. They were bold, humorous, and witty, laughing continuously with their chests trembling, acting very forward.

The two ladies even invited Alex out on a date, using the excuse of him being new. When that didn't work, they suggested a newcomer party, which Alex politely declined, citing his need to familiarize himself with his work.

Kevin stood to the side, practically invisible. His face twitched. He had never seen the bitches from the Affairs Department so proactive. This was truly an eye-opener; when women made a move, they practically threw themselves at you.

Especially since everyone in the entire police building was talking about Alex, about how he had snatched the position of captain of the Special Ability Handling Team from under their boss's nose. This made Kevin even more resentful, and his gaze towards Alex was filled with hostility.

The elevator reached the sixth floor, and with a ding, the doors slowly opened.

Alex stepped out first, bidding farewell to the two ladies. They looked regretful and reluctant to part.

When dealing with unfamiliar people, Alex appeared gentle, easygoing, and unfailingly polite. He didn't possess the pretentious gentleness or aloofness of nobility. He could smile and look at everyone as equals, even those with the lowest positions, giving them a feeling of respect that melted their hearts like the spring equinox, making them unable to ignore his radiant charm.

For men, however, it was much more jarring. The main reason was seeing the two rather beautiful women beside him bid Alex farewell reluctantly, blocking the elevator door. Kevin was almost bursting with anger.

Seeing Alex walk towards the Electronic Information Department, the two beautiful ladies from the Internal Affairs Department finally retreated into the elevator, chattering incessantly, their eyes shining as they praised Alex's gentle politeness, which had captivated them.

Especially when they heard the two express their regret at not being able to have a one-night stand with Alex, Kevin felt his heart was about to revolt. He let out a heavy, displeased snort from his nose, muttered "ignorant women," and then stepped out of the elevator, walking in the opposite direction of Alex.

"What's their problem? So rude."

"Such a stingy man, can't compare to Alex at all."

"The people under Al Swan really have no manners."

The two ladies looked displeased at Kevin's retreating back. They knew their excessive enthusiasm had made Kevin uncomfortable, but they couldn't help but compare him to Alex. Forget Kevin; even Al Swan, who relied on his background, couldn't compare to Alex in terms of rank, appearance, or how he interacted with them.

Al Swan's arrogant, condescending, and dismissive demeanor was nothing compared to Alex's outstanding looks, high position, gentle demeanor, and equal footing.

With such a comparison, Al Swan became invisible in the eyes of the two ladies. They talked about Alex even more enthusiastically in the elevator, deeply regretting not being able to spend more time with him.

Kevin, hearing his two colleagues from Internal Affairs behind him call him stingy, became furious. He wished he could turn around and curse them out.

What do you mean, stingy man!

What do you mean, can't compare to Alex!

What do you mean, people under our boss have no manners!

After this barrage of words, if Kevin hadn't turned around and seen the elevator doors closing, he would have really wanted to slap those two bitches. His liver and anger aching, Kevin returned to his office, his face still flushed red with anger.

Back in the departmental office, the entire atmosphere was solemn and tense. Kevin saw his boss, Al Swan, sitting in his office chair with a grim expression, his fingers tapping restlessly on the desk. His colleagues around him exchanged glances, silent and fearful, only able to listen in silence and oppression to the faint 'didi didi...' sound of Al Swan's fingernails tapping on the desktop, which seemed to amplify at that moment, piercing everyone's heartbeats.

Everyone had heard that Alex had stolen Al Swan's captain position.

Kevin looked at his boss, Al Swan, with his cold, stern face, and then remembered the dissatisfied sarcasm from the two ladies at the elevator entrance. He couldn't help but approach Al Swan: "Boss, Alex..."

Al Swan's finger tapping on the desk stopped. Instantly, everyone in the office held their breath, not daring to exhale. With a gloomy expression and sharp, eagle-like eyes, he stared at his partner.

The entire office was silent enough to hear a pin drop. The warm sunlight streaming in through the window, shining on everyone's skin, made them feel a chill.

Kevin trembled, his heart sinking. At this moment, he remembered that his boss was in a bad mood. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Al Swan's gaze was like the attack of a predator from high above, piercing his heart and suffocating him.

Kevin gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, we can't just sit here and wait. The captain position of the Special Ability Handling Team should be yours. We need to prove that we don't need Alex! You can lead us to catch this superpower criminal."

Al Swan's eyebrows shot up, like an eagle spreading its wings, its sharp eyes like talons already piercing the body of a little white rabbit, having caught its prey. He stared at Kevin and said coldly, "You don't need to remind me. I'm not inferior to anyone. If it weren't for the informant having no news, I wouldn't be sitting here."

Within a few days, they had released the information they were supposed to, but there was no news. There were no targets, and they couldn't identify any targets, so they could only hold their breath here, desperately thinking about any overlooked clues.

Furthermore, they heard that Alex had been consistently paying attention to superpower-related information. The chief had brought him in precisely because of this. This made Al Swan even more agitated. He had always dealt with ordinary crimes, never superpower crimes. How could he catch the elusive Multiplicity without any clues? This was a difficult task for him.

Kevin's back was drenched in sweat, feeling as if he had just taken a shower. He let out a sigh of relief, then thought of Alex, whom he had just seen. His eyes rolled, and he said in a low voice, "I saw Alex walk into the Electronic Information Department just now."

Al Swan's expression turned cold, his eyes deep in thought. After a moment, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stood up, picking up his black briefcase.

Seeing Al Swan about to make a move, Kevin was delighted and quickly said, "Boss, I'll go!"

Al Swan directly put on his black briefcase, pressed the gun at his waist to make himself more comfortable, and walked out of the office without looking back.

"No need. You're not qualified."