Chapter 575

On Marvel, Working for the System

The third day.

The day Thompson was to be released.

Geralt checked his equipment, then looked solemnly at Nancy. "Ready, soldier?"

Nancy took a deep breath and shouted, "Ready, sir!"

The innkeeper cocked an ear. "Young people sure know how to have fun."

He thought Geralt and Nancy were playing some kind of role-playing game.

Storybrooke did not have a separate detention center.

Suspects held for extended periods had to be transferred to Paradise Town.

Geralt and Nancy waited outside the police station.

Thompson's supporters and opponents were waiting as well.

The two sides stood on opposite sides of the road, holding signs, their boundaries clearly drawn.

A police transport van stopped at the entrance to the station.

Four armed escorts got out first.

Every one of them was carrying a loaded weapon.

Thompson's opponents immediately booed, clearly dissatisfied with the tight protection he was receiving.

Thompson slowly stepped out of the van.

He looked vastly different from the photos Geralt had seen. He was leaner and more vigorous, his eyes bright and his posture straight.

Thompson did not immediately head into the station. He paused slightly, sweeping his gaze over the opponents and supporters one by one.

"My icy beauty of a wife."

His gaze seemed to possess a strange power.

Intimidated by Thompson's bearing, the boos abruptly ceased wherever his eyes fell, and the scene became eerily quiet.

Geralt murmured, "There's something unusual about Thompson."

Claire said, "Suffering makes people grow."

"Maybe." Geralt looked thoughtful.

Thompson said nothing and walked into the police station step by step.

Against the bleak backdrop, he radiated determination.

As long as he signed the documents, Thompson would be free.

"Thompson, you shouldn't have come back." The chief looked... well, it was fortunate Claire did not take