Chapter 56

Jack looked at the dark gun barrel pointed at him, along with over a dozen tense police officers with their fingers tight on the triggers. Not only did his face show no sign of panic, but he even revealed a helpless yet somewhat amused, bitter smile.

However, he didn't resist.

Instead, he obediently held out both hands.

Diana didn't hold back either. She took out the handcuffs and cuffed Jack directly.

Police station.

Interrogation room.

"Name."

"Age."

"Occupation."

Diana sat across from Jack, asking coldly. Her voice was icy, her tone completely emotionless, sending a chill down the spine.

Instead of bristling under Diana's questions, Jack seemed very calm, and said lightly, "Three minutes."

"What?"

Diana froze, somewhat confused.

Jack looked up at the sexy female cop in front of him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he said, "Within three minutes, if nothing unexpected happens, your superior will come in and interrupt the interrogation."

"Then personally remove my handcuffs and tell me this is all a misunderstanding."

"And respectfully escort me out."

Hearing this, Diana reacted as if she'd just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly. This movement made her already tight uniform shirt even more precarious, her chest straining against the fabric in a way that was hard to ignore, rising and falling slightly with her scornful breathing.

A cold, mocking smile curved at the corner of her mouth, disdain flickering in her eyes. "Sir, this is a police station, not your fantasy theater. Who do you think you are? The governor? Or the president?"

Jack didn't argue back. He just leaned back leisurely in his chair, even lifting his wrist with interest to check his watch—despite the cold handcuffs fastened there.

"Two minutes and fifty seconds," he announced calmly, his gaze brazenly sweeping across Diana's delicate face. "Diana, I suggest you don't keep that stiff expression, or your face will get sore later. Plus, frowning causes wrinkles."

"You..." Diana's previously ice-cold face instantly froze, then was replaced by a flush of embarrassed anger. She slammed her hands on the table and shot up, her slender fingers hitting the metal surface hard. Her chest heaved with her sharp breaths, as if those poor buttons might pop off at any moment.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, staring hard at Jack, as she said through gritted teeth, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense! You think I can't find out if you don't tell me?"

As she spoke, she deliberately slowed her movements, reaching out to pull Jack's driver's license from the evidence bag. She tilted her head slightly, a few strands of hair falling by her ear, adding a touch of lazy charm.

"See what this is?"

Diana held the license up to eye level, her red lips parting slightly with a cat-and-mouse playful smile. "Although this license feels different from the ones I usually see, the name on it is crystal clear."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze moving back and forth between the license and Jack's face, her tongue lightly touching the corner of her moist lips, as if savoring the prey's name. "Jack Carter... hmm, nice name. Mr. Carter, I hope your skills will be as impressive as your name."

As Diana spoke, she grabbed the tablet from the side, entered Jack's name into the system, and hit search.

The blue circle in the center of the screen spun a few times, then a big red exclamation mark popped up—[No Record Found].

Diana's brows furrowed slightly. Not willing to accept this, she entered the ID number from the license again and clicked search.

The result was still blank.

"How is this possible..." A flash of confusion crossed Diana's pretty eyes. Unwilling to give up, she tried several more times, even accessing the database, but the system always returned the cold "No Record."

There were only two possibilities for this situation.

First.

Jack's driver's license was fake; he was an illegal immigrant, which was why the system had no information on him.

Second.

His security clearance was too high; the system had encrypted it, so she didn't have permission to view it.

Compared to the latter.

Diana was more willing to believe the former.

Immediately, she turned a cold gaze on Jack.

Diana had despised crime ever since she was a child, and nothing enraged her more than people like Jack, who slipped into the country illegally.

"Very good."

"Now you've got another charge—forged driver's license, identity document fraud."

As she spoke, Diana pressed her hands on the desk, leaning forward slightly, her exquisitely beautiful face closing in on Jack with intensely oppressive scrutiny. "Forged documents, illegal entry, plus that bag of drugs just now... Mr. Carter, I think you'll be spending the rest of your life in prison."

Even as her hostility spiked, Jack remained completely calm and casually glanced at his watch.

"Ten seconds."

"You!"

Diana's face turned cold at this.

There was a sharp knock at the door.

Just then, the interrogation room door was pushed open.

The next moment, a man in his forties with a bulky build rushed in hurriedly.

The man was visibly anxious, even breaking out in a cold sweat.

After seeing Jack safe and sound, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when Diana saw the man who appeared, she froze. "Mr. Flower?"

Sean Flower.

He was the chief of this police station, and also Diana's superior.

Sean completely ignored Diana's confusion and went straight to Jack.

"Mr. Carter! My God, this is a huge misunderstanding! I'm so sorry you had to go through this—I'm absolutely at fault here!"

As Sean spoke, he fumbled in his pocket for the keys, trying frantically to unlock the handcuffs on Jack's wrists. Because he was so nervous, his hands were trembling slightly. It took him two tries to get the key into the lock.

The cold handcuffs fell to the ground with a clang.

Diana was completely stunned.

She stood there stiffly, looking first at the bowing and scraping Sean, then at Jack, who was leisurely rubbing his wrists, her mind completely blank. "Mr. Flower? What's going on? He's suspected of forging documents, illegal entry, and we found drugs on him. Plus, he appeared at a shootout scene. I suspect he's a gang member and was just about to press charges."

"Shut up, Diana!" Sean whipped around, roaring in a low voice, the veins at his temples throbbing, his bulky face full of terror.

"Stop talking..."

Sean took a deep breath, glancing carefully at Jack. Only after he saw that Jack looked composed did he walk to Diana's side, saying quietly, "Mr. Carter could never be a gang member. You actually dared to cuff him? Are you trying to get our entire police station killed?"

After speaking, Sean immediately put on a smile uglier than crying, bowing and nodding to Jack. "Mr. Carter, Joseph is already waiting for you outside. We've got the gang member who threw that package in your car under control. We'll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Jack stood up, unhurriedly straightening his slightly wrinkled collar. His gaze swept past the dumbstruck, pale-faced Diana, finally landing on Sean. His tone was flat. "Much appreciated..."

With that, Jack walked toward the door, but just as he reached it, he suddenly stopped.

Jack turned back to look at Diana, whose face was flushed red with shame and anger.

A playful smile curved at the corner of Jack's mouth, his gaze lingering for a moment on her red lips that were slightly parted in shock. "Diana, you look much cuter now when you're blushing and angry than with that ice sculpture face from before."

With that, Jack strode out of the interrogation room while Sean bowed and nodded all the way, seeing him off respectfully.