MI9

Miss Xio must be an agent of MI9... In other words, my case has been transferred to the military?

Klein thought, somewhat relieved.

As long as it wasn't the Nighthawks, everything would be fine.

On the other hand, before Xio arrived at the police station, she had already obtained the relevant case files from her colleagues. Although she was surprised that MI9 would entrust an incident that was obviously highly confidential to a newly appointed official member like herself, she still drafted the interrogation process out of a sense of responsibility.

She carefully scrutinized the detective who entered the interrogation room "trembling with fear." She didn't sense anything or any aura related to evil, chaos, or madness from him. After relaxing her guard, she decided not to treat him as a "criminal" for the time being.

"There's no need to be nervous. In front of me, you only need to tell the truth." Although Xio wasn't tall, when Xio Derecha straightened her back and spoke in a deep voice, her Majesty still made people want to obey her involuntarily.

"Understood, ma'am." As Klein answered repeatedly, he thought with his mind wandering: If I had Miss Xio's "Majesty" too, Mr. Fool's disguise would certainly be even more successful.

Xio nodded noncommittally. She then took seven or eight black-and-white photographs from the folder beside her and spread them across the small table before saying to Klein, "Try to identify these photographs and find the ambassador who met Meursault."

At the same time, Xio entered her "Interrogator" state and used the corresponding Beyonder Ability, giving the detective before her a certain amount of mental pressure to prevent him from deceiving her.

Klein felt as if an electric whip was being raised high within his mind, warning him with the anticipation of extreme pain