"You just attacked my home, and now you're asking who I am?"
Tony wore a faint, amused smile as he spoke, his eyes continually sizing the man up.
His body was weak, he had no extraordinary abilities, and he was no stronger than an ordinary person. Timid and cowardly, he hardly fit the profile of an armed terrorist.
With a single glance, Tony had already seen through most of the man in front of him.
All in all, he was just an ordinary person with nothing worth paying attention to.
At that moment, the man froze at Tony's words. A second later, he seemed to realize something and completely panicked.
"Are you with the United States government? This is a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I was only acting. I'm not a terrorist!"
As he spoke, the man quickly raised both hands in surrender.
Seeing this, Tony had no objection to borrowing a little authority. His expression darkened. "Talk. Who told you to do this?"
"I... I don't know."
"A gentleman gave me a large sum of money to do it."
"He said he wanted to hire me for an acting job. As an actor, of course I couldn't refuse."
The man hurried through his explanation, his voice trembling on the verge of tears.
He was terrified that if he spoke too slowly, Tony would pull out a handgun and shoot him in the head.
After all, that was how it always went in American movies.
Watching him, Tony did not believe everything he said, but he believed most of it. The man looked incapable of even carrying a load or lifting anything heavy. He was completely unsuited to a career in terrorism.
Still, Tony did not let him off just yet. Instead, he thoroughly questioned him about everything he wanted to