My Temper Is Actually Quite Explosive!

Lower City.

The continuous gunfire and Alex's figure racing across the rooftops drew Central City reporters to this chaotic neighborhood like starving jackals scenting blood.

Central City Police Headquarters, along with the Lower City Police Precinct, dispatched a considerable number of officers and cordoned off the Leighton Hotel with yellow-and-white police tape.

"Officer, we heard you've found the robbery suspect. Is that true?"

"Residents said you were climbing across rooftops and chasing the suspect. What exactly happened?"

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

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

The reporters thrust forward their cameras, crowding around and blocking the officers, extending microphones in an attempt to pry out even the slightest bit of information.

A black sedan with red-and-blue lights flashing pulled up by the roadside. Everyone inside got out. Kevin opened the front passenger door and had barely stepped out when Central City's reporters swarmed him, their cameras and microphones packed tightly before him as they demanded a statement. The uniformed officers on security duty hurriedly raised their hands to block the reporters and clear a path.

Kevin swept his eyes over the reporters being held back by the officers. His face was stern, and he gave no answer, though inside he was brimming with pride. His boss, Al Swan, had earned a major merit, and Kevin himself could claim some share of the credit.

He had intercepted Alex's lead from the Information Department, allowing Al Swan to get ahead of him and claim the credit for recovering the jewels. This was the largest robbery in the past decade, both in amount and value—thirty-five million dollars' worth of jewelry, committed by a superpowered individual.

Though it was a pity that his boss had failed to keep the superpowered criminal, recovering this batch of jewelry was already a tremendous achievement. It relieved the pressure on the commissioner, the city government, and the National Bank, making Al even more prominent. What made Kevin even happier was that they had dealt that newly arrived guy a humiliating blow, letting him know that in the police department, he still had to respect his seniors!

No one could accept an incompetent person as captain. Maybe they could even pull him down from the position of Superpower Handling Team captain and have his own boss take it instead. Then Kevin would naturally benefit as well.

Filled with satisfaction and excitement, he was about to turn and enter the Leighton Hotel when his body paused. The person he despised appeared within his proud, arrogant gaze.

Alex emerged from the far end of the street. Orange streetlights flickered overhead. His figure was upright, his spine seemingly incapable of ever bending. His face was expressionless. One corner of his glasses was damaged and webbed with cracks, reflecting fractured light beneath the lamps. Behind the lenses, his eyes were calm yet cold as he walked over at an unhurried pace.

"Crime scene. Do not enter."

A uniformed officer from the Lower City Police Precinct wore a stern expression and stretched out a hand to stop Alex, who was about to enter the Leighton Hotel as though nothing had happened.

Alex had only taken office on his first day. Not to mention the Lower City precinct—even at Police Headquarters, many field officers still did not know him. It was perfectly normal for him to be stopped.

Alex was about to take out his inspector identification when Kevin looked at his slightly blackened, dirty clothes and somewhat bedraggled appearance. A mocking curve formed at the corner of his mouth, and he said with ridicule in his eyes, "That is the newly appointed inspector. You should get to know him properly."

He felt utterly delighted. It was as if he had finally avenged the grudge from when that Internal Affairs bitch in the elevator had placed Alex on a pedestal while ignoring him. Knocking that radiant inspector, who had only assumed office on his first day, down into the dirt—what could feel better than that?

The colleagues who had arrived with Kevin looked at Alex with inexplicable smiles. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought they were terribly friendly.

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

Upon hearing Kevin, the uniformed officer on guard hurriedly pulled aside the police tape and apologized sincerely.

Alex nodded without speaking. He still took out his identification for the officer to inspect before putting it away and turning his eyes toward Kevin.

"Kevin Jay. Al Swan's partner."

Alex glanced at Kevin, then swept his gaze over the colleagues beside him. He vaguely recognized them; they were all members of the Crime Control Department where Al Swan worked.

Finally, Alex fixed his gaze on Kevin's face. A puzzled look flickered in his eyes before he remembered seeing Kevin in the elevator when he had gone to the Information Department to look up information on The Multiplicity.

The Information Department and the Crime Control Department were on the same floor.

It was not difficult to figure out why Al Swan knew Danton Black was The Multiplicity.

There had been no leads for days, yet the moment I came to look into Danton Black, he just happened to swoop in and steal it? What a coincidence. Heh.

Alex sneered inwardly. His gaze toward Kevin flashed with mercilessness. A mere pawn.

Kevin stood at the entrance of the Leighton Hotel with a seemingly sincere smile, as if he were there to welcome his superior.

Alex's expression remained calm. He cast Kevin an indifferent glance, passed him as though looking at a clown, and disappeared into the Leighton Hotel.

Kevin followed closely with his colleagues from the department. Once they had entered the Leighton Hotel, beyond the reporters' sight, Kevin dropped his false smile and openly sneered. "Sir, you got here quickly. Here to steal the credit?"

His tone was shrill and mocking, his face grinning. The colleagues around him were immediately amused, looking at Alex with barely restrained smiles of mockery.

"You're being far too rude to your superior."

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

"Oh, sorry. Only now that you mention rank do I realize our superior is an inspector."

"What? You can become an inspector without any accomplishments?"

"Damn... Sir, does your backer live in the White House?"

Upon reaching the elevator, Alex stepped inside without expression or reaction and stood in the center. Kevin and the other officers filed in around him, grinning as they spared no effort in their veiled ridicule.

They were Al Swan's trusted subordinates. Al's future was tied to their own careers. If Al Swan became captain of the Superpower Handling Team, they could at least receive a promotion or two.

Now, Alex's sudden appointment had directly cut off their future prospects. Seeing their boss steal Alex's credit made them feel indescribably delighted.

Not a single word they said was vulgar. They were upright police officers, after all; their words were pleasant and civilized, and they were all quite handsome. Yet as they chatted endlessly with people they knew, every sentence carried a barb aimed at Alex.

The elevator rose slowly. Alex's calmness and lack of response made him feel as though he were surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes he could swat to death at any moment, but doing so would dirty his hands.

Naturally, they took Alex's inaction for cowardice. Their mocking eyes stared openly at his upright figure.

Ding.

The elevator arrived at the fifth floor.

The people around him fell silent as Alex stepped out of the elevator, his voice merciless.

"Do you know? My temper is actually quite explosive!"

Kevin raised his brows and exchanged looks with his colleagues, not understanding what he meant. Then they snorted dismissively.

At most, he could use his position to make things difficult for them in the future. So what if he did? They were from the Crime Control Department, fighting vicious criminals throughout Central City, risking their lives amid gunfire and bullets more times than they could count. They had plenty of nerve and were not afraid of such petty threats.

Quite a few officers had already set up yellow police tape in the fifth-floor corridor, sealing off the entire floor. Forensic specialists had entered Room 503 to search for physical evidence.

Hearing the elevator stop, Jenson, Al Swan, and numerous police colleagues who had arrived earlier turned toward it.

Alex stepped out of the elevator.

The smooth marble floor of the fifth-floor corridor faintly reflected Alex's figure. During the rooftop chase, his clothes had become fairly dirty from climbing over too many rooftops. The intense running had also soaked the corners of his clothes and collar with sweat. One corner of his glasses was cracked in a spiderweb pattern, making him look somewhat disheveled. Yet Alex's straight spine and his imposing aura, like cold steel, made people overlook those minor imperfections.

Seeing Alex arrive, several officers in the corridor who had met him at Headquarters looked at Alex, who seemed to be leading a group out behind him, then turned to look at Al Swan standing before Room 503. The two sides resembled opposing armies, sparks flying as if they were about to charge into each other in the corridor.

Al Swan wore a faintly arrogant expression. He pulled his mouth into a cold, disdainful smile, turning from Room 503 to face Alex as he approached.

The fifth-floor corridor fell silent in an instant. Anyone could see that the smell of gunpowder was rapidly growing stronger.

Alex walked neither quickly nor slowly, his cold eyes fixed on Al Swan. Carrying that explosive tension, he stepped across the marble floor one step at a time. Each footfall was louder than those of Kevin and several colleagues behind him combined.

Just as everyone thought Alex would confront Al Swan with angry questioning.

Jenson glanced at Alex and keenly sensed that something was wrong. He stepped forward and held out a hand to stop him, sternly calling out, "Alex, you..."

Before he could finish, Alex had already reached him. With a slight sweep of his hand, he brushed aside Jenson's blocking arms. Jenson's expression changed abruptly, and he staggered to one side.

Al Swan still wore that faintly arrogant, cold smile as he looked down at Alex's approach. His status and background would leave this newly promoted inspector helpless.

As long as he made a few arrangements, this credit would be his, one hundred percent.

This world ultimately belonged to people like him, those with background and status.

Therefore, in the face of Alex's aggressive questioning.

He was fearless!

Bang!

Coldness in his eyes, Alex said nothing and drove a front kick straight into Al Swan's chest, shattering his air of looking down upon the world into unbearable pain and disbelief.

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