Actually, My Temper Is Very Bad!

Downtown.

The continuous gunfire and Alex's figure running on the rooftop drew Central City reporters like hungry jackals catching the scent of blood, swarming into the chaotic district.

Central City Police Headquarters, along with the precinct stations in downtown, dispatched a considerable number of officers to cordon off the Leighton Hotel with yellow and white tape.

"Officer, we heard you caught the robbers, is that true?"

"Residents said you were climbing rooftops and chasing the suspect, what happened?"

"Where is Officer Al Swan? Was he directly involved in the apprehension?"

"The people of Central City have a right to know..."

Reporters shoved cameras forward, crowding to intercept officers, thrusting microphones out, trying to get even a sliver of information.

A black sedan, lights flashing blue and red, pulled up to the side of the street and stopped. Those inside got out, and Kevin opened the passenger door. As soon as he stepped out, the Central City reporters swarmed him, cameras and microphones thrust forward, demanding he speak. Uniformed officers on guard quickly extended their arms to block the reporters, clearing a path.

Kevin's eyes swept over the reporters being held back by the officers, his expression stern. He offered no response, his heart filled with pride and ambition. His boss, Al Swan, had achieved a great success, and he felt he had contributed significantly to it.

Intercepting Alex's lead information from the intelligence department allowed Al Swan to get ahead and claim credit for recovering the stolen jewels. This was the largest and most valuable robbery in nearly ten years, involving jewelry worth thirty-five million dollars, committed by a super-powered individual.

Although it was a shame his boss couldn't apprehend the super-powered criminal, recovering the jewelry was a major accomplishment. It would alleviate the pressure on the Police Chief and the city government, as well as on National Bank, making Al even more prominent. What Kevin was even happier about was that it dealt a significant blow to that newcomer, letting him know that in the police department, you had to respect your seniors!

No one could accept an incompetent person as captain. Perhaps this could lead to him being removed from his position as captain of the Super-Powered Response Team, allowing his boss to take over. If that happened, he would undoubtedly receive benefits.

Feeling self-satisfied and a little heated, he was about to turn and enter the Leighton Hotel when his movement stopped. His triumphant gaze fell upon the person he disdained.

Alex emerged from further down the street. The streetlights flickered with an orange hue. His posture was straight, his spine seemingly incapable of bending. His face was expressionless, a corner of his glasses broken, webbed with cracks that reflected light under the illumination, revealing a coldness within his gaze. He walked at an unhurried pace.

"This area is cordoned off. Please do not enter."

A uniformed officer from the downtown precinct, with a stern face, extended his hand to block Alex, who was nonchalantly about to enter the Leighton Hotel.

Alex, who had only started his first day on the job, was not recognized by many officers working in the field, not just at the downtown precinct but even at police headquarters. Therefore, being stopped was entirely normal.

Alex prepared to take out his inspector's badge. Kevin glanced at Alex's slightly dirty clothes, his somewhat disheveled appearance, and a smirk played on his lips. He said with a mocking gaze, "That's the newly appointed inspector. You should get to know him."

He felt an immense sense of satisfaction, as if he had avenged the insult from the woman in the elevator who had put Alex on a pedestal, ignoring him. To see the brilliant new inspector, Alex, fall so hard on his first day was incredibly gratifying!

Beside Kevin, his colleagues who had arrived with him looked at Alex, all with inexplicable smiles. If one didn't know better, one would think they were very friendly.

"I apologize, sir. I didn't know."

Hearing Kevin's words, the uniformed officer on guard quickly pulled back the cordon and sincerely apologized.

Alex nodded, remaining silent. He still took out his badge and showed it to the uniformed officer on guard before putting it away. He then turned his gaze to Kevin.

"Kevin Jay, Al Swan's partner."

Alex glanced at Kevin, then at the colleagues beside him. He had some recollection of them; they were all members of Al Swan's department, the Crime Control Department.

Finally, Alex's gaze settled on Kevin's face. A flicker of thought and confusion crossed his mind before he remembered that he had been in the same elevator as Kevin when he went to the intelligence department to investigate The Multiplicity.

The intelligence department and the crime control department were on the same floor.

This made it easy to understand how Al Swan knew Danton Black was The Multiplicity.

After days without any leads, it was just a coincidence that I came to inquire about Danton Black and he intercepted it? What a coincidence, heh!

Alex sneered inwardly, his gaze towards Kevin flashing with ruthlessness. A pawn.

Kevin stood at the entrance of the Leighton Hotel, his smile a mixture of amusement and insincerity, as if ready to welcome his superior.

Alex's expression was calm. He cast a cold glance at Kevin, passing him by like one would a clown, and entered the Leighton Hotel.

Kevin followed closely, along with his colleagues from the same department, trailing beside Alex. Once they were inside the Leighton Hotel, out of the reporters' sight, Kevin dropped his false smile and revealed a naked sneer. "Sir, you're here fast. Trying to steal the credit?"

His tone was laced with a sinister edge, his face grinning. His colleagues around him immediately burst into laughter, looking at Alex with suppressed amusement.

"You're being very rude to the sir."

"Kevin, don't you know this sir is an inspector?"

"Oh, sorry, you mentioning his rank made me realize he's an inspector."

"What? Can you become an inspector without any accomplishments?"

"Hiss... Then does the sir's backing live in the White House!"

As they reached the elevator, Alex's expression remained unchanged. He stepped into the elevator without any reaction, standing in the center. Kevin and the other officers filed in, surrounding Alex, their mouths curled into grins, openly mocking him with whispered taunts.

They were Al Swan's confidants. Al's future was tied to their own careers. If Al Swan became the captain of the Super-Powered Response Team, they would at least get a promotion or two.

Alex's sudden arrival had directly cut off their career paths. Seeing Alex's credit being stolen by their boss made them feel incredibly elated.

Not a single vulgar word passed their lips. They were upright police officers, speaking pleasantly and civilized, and they looked handsome. They constantly chatted with people they knew, their words laced with barbs aimed at Alex.

The elevator slowly ascended. Alex's composure and lack of reaction made him feel as if he were surrounded by mosquitoes that could be swatted with ease, but doing so would dirty his hands.

Of course, Alex's inaction was interpreted by them as timidity. Their mocking gazes were unreservedly fixed on the upright Alex.

"Ding."

The elevator reached the fifth floor.

Around him, silence fell. Alex stepped out of the elevator with a ruthless tone.

"You know, my temper is actually quite bad!"

Kevin raised an eyebrow, exchanging glances with his colleagues. Unsure of what was happening, he then scoffed dismissively.

At most, he'd be able to make things difficult for them later with his position. Even if that happened, so what? They were part of the Crime Control Department, fighting against the most vicious criminals in Central City. They faced life and death situations, having been under gunfire countless times. They were brave and unafraid of any threats of petty revenge.

On the fifth floor hallway, a considerable number of police officers had already set up yellow caution tape, sealing off the entire building. Forensics experts had entered room 503 to search for evidence.

Hearing the elevator stop, Jenson, who had arrived earlier with many of his police colleagues, and Al Swan looked towards the elevator.

Alex stepped out of the elevator.

On the smooth marble floor of the fifth-floor hallway, Alex's reflection was faintly visible. During the rooftop chase, Alex's clothes were quite dirty from crossing so many rooftops. Combined with the high-intensity running, sweat had also dampened the hem of his shirt and his collar. One corner of his glasses was cracked like a spiderweb, making him look a bit disheveled. However, Alex's straight spine and his cold, steely demeanor made people overlook this slight discomfort.

Seeing Alex arrive, some officers by the hallway who had seen Alex at Headquarters looked at Alex, who seemed to be leading the others out, then turned to look at Al Swan standing in front of room 503. The two sides seemed like enemy forces, sparking a palpable tension, as if ready to charge and clash in the hallway.

Al Swan's expression was one of faint arrogance. He curled the corner of his mouth into a cold sneer and turned his body, which was facing room 503, to face Alex who was approaching.

The fifth-floor hallway instantly fell silent. Anyone could see the tension escalating.

Alex's footsteps were unhurried. His cold eyes fixed directly on Al Swan, carrying the same tension, his steps resonating on the marble. The sound of his footsteps was louder than all of Kevin's colleagues behind him combined.

Just as everyone expected Alex to confront Al Swan with questions or anger.

Jenson glanced at Alex, sensing the atmosphere was wrong. He stepped forward, blocking Alex, and sternly said, "Alex, you..."

Before he could finish, Alex was already in front of him. He gently brushed aside Jenson's outstretched hands in a half-circle, deflecting Jenson's interception. Jenson's body shifted abruptly, his steps faltering as he stumbled to the side.

Al Swan's face still held a faint, arrogant sneer. He looked down at Alex approaching. His status and background would leave this newly promoted inspector helpless.

As long as he made a few moves, this credit would be entirely his.

In the end, this world belonged to people like him, who possessed background and status.

Therefore, facing Alex's hasty approach and questioning.

He was fearless!

Bang

Alex's eyes held a cold glint. Without a word, he delivered a powerful kick to Al Swan's chest, shattering his arrogant demeanor into pain and disbelief.

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