Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

After returning home, Wanda couldn't wait to get involved with Cinder and eagerly absorbed magical knowledge.

Pietro took the "History of the World" he borrowed from the library and leaned on the desk to study it silently.

Kahn is more laid back.

After taking half an hour to complete the daily punch-in training, I took out the latest RPG game published by Blizzard and started playing it alone.

The night passed quietly.

When he came to school the next day and looked at the lockers that he had not violently destroyed, Kahn's face was as cold as frost.

The first thing he suspected was the guys who made trouble for him yesterday and got beaten up instead.

However, what happened next made him understand that things were not that simple.

Just halfway through the class, a counselor hurriedly came to the door and called Kahn to the principal's office.

Glancing at the two men in police uniforms in the office, Kahn felt a bad feeling in his heart and said straight to the point: "Principal Davis, what do you want to see me for?"

"Ahem, that's it, Kahn-san."

Clearing his throat, Davis said: "There was a murder in the school this morning. We need you to cooperate with the police investigation."

"Homicide?" Kahn frowned.

Did something happen to him?

Not right!

Why should these two American police officers care about the things they committed in Europe?

"Hello, Kahn, I am Detective Stirinski, and this is my partner, Charlie Swan."

After getting up and introducing himself, Stirinski invited Kahn to sit down at the coffee table next to him and explained what happened: "This is what happened."

"At around 57:[-] this morning, a student discovered the body of Casey Brest in the locker room of the basketball club."

"And after our visit and investigation, we learned that within a week, only you and the other party had conflicts."

"Watt? Casey is dead? Do you think I killed him?"

The surprise on Kahn's face did not seem to be fake: "Although I had a small conflict with him, I wouldn't kill him just because of this matter."

When he discovered that his locker was destroyed in the morning, he did have murderous intentions towards the other person.

Once it is confirmed that this matter is the other party's revenge, the guy's hands will be destroyed even if he says nothing.

But he didn't expect that the other party had already been killed before he took action.

Thinking about the pen he lost again, Kahn's feeling of something bad became even stronger.

The two police detectives were silent, but the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

Taking out a notebook, Stirinski asked again: "What were you doing last night? Can anyone prove it?"

"I went home and played games for a while, then went to bed."

Kahn answered truthfully: "My housekeeper, cousin and cousin can all prove it."

"By the way, was the murder weapon that killed Casey a dark green pen?"

"how do you know?!"

The expressions of Stirinski and Swann both changed, and they couldn't help but look at the other young man with a little more wariness.

"When I got to school this morning, I found that my locker had been broken into and a pen was missing."

Kahn's answer not only failed to dispel Stirinski's doubts, but made them even more suspicious.

Kahn spread his hands: "It's impossible that the two police officers couldn't see such a clumsy frame-up technique, right?"

"Framing, haha ​​~ who knows."

Stirinsky smiled coldly, not believing Kahn's excuse, and listed him as the first suspect.

Who knows if the other party deliberately destroyed his locker, pretending to be a framed victim, and then misled them.

In his more than 20 years of police career, he has seen similar cases of high-IQ crimes.

"Can you allow me to take a look at Casey's body? Maybe I can provide you with some clues."

Kahn also felt baffled by the fact that he had been framed.

It had only been ten days since I arrived in this town, and except for the unlucky guy who died, I didn't mess with anyone.

Who is this reckless guy who actually deliberately framed him like this?

"Of course not."

Swann rejected the other party's request without hesitation.

As a joke, show the victim's body to the prime suspect in the case.

Give the other party a chance to make up for the missed flaws?

"Please follow us back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

"Don't worry, we will never wrongfully accuse a good man," Stirinsky said emphatically.

"No problem, but I have to make a phone call first."

Kahn did not refuse. After making a phone call, he got into a police car and arrived at the police station building where he would frequently visit in the future amid the surprised and puzzled eyes of the surrounding classmates.

………………

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a Ford SUV with a Los Angeles license plate and a Mercedes-Benz with a local license plate parked in front of the police station at the same time.

Four men and women in suits and ties, with meticulously styled hair, each holding a black briefcase, got out of the car at the same time. They glanced at the man and two women coming out of the Mercedes-Benz, then stopped paying too much attention and walked aggressively towards the police station door ahead. go.

"Hello, I am a lawyer from McGill Law Firm. Where is our client, Kahn Williams?"

Hearing this cold male voice without any emotion, the half-asleep police officer at the front desk perked up and his sleepiness was swept away.

He looked up at the four men and women in front of him who had 'not to be messed with' written all over their faces, and his tone was a little trembling: "In, in the interrogation room 1022."

As a small-town policeman born and raised, he had only seen this kind of battle on TV before.

What kind of god is that high school student?

They actually hired a team of lawyers!

Coming to this strange country where procedural justice is more important than life, how could Kahn not be prepared in advance.

After all, as long as you give enough money, those lawyers who claim to represent 'justice' can turn the bad things into the white ones for you.

Otherwise, how could Simpson's murder of his wife become a 'legendary classic'?

After careful selection, Kahn finally selected a law firm in Los Angeles that was not currently well-known, but whose business capabilities were no worse than those of big lawyers—McGill Law Firm.

Spending 100 million, we signed a five-year long-term commission agreement with them.

Under the bickering, coercion and inducement of four elite lawyers, the police chief persisted for less than three minutes before he could no longer withstand the pressure and chose to let him go.

"Thanks a lot this time, Lawyer Jimmy."

After walking out of the interrogation room and flexing his wrist, Kahn walked side by side with a blond man.

Jimmy's full name is James Morgan McGill, but he prefers to be called Jimmy.

"That's right. After all, Mr. Kahn, you are one of our firm's major customers."

"Before the murderer is caught, please stay a few more days."

"no problem."