RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 260: Those In The Know

For several minutes, the silence of the interrogation room was my only company. Dull sounds from around the station reached my ears, and the bright light hanging from the ceiling made it hard to close my eyes.

"They really have no regard for me," I thought, as the minutes stretched and felt like they had gone far past ten.

"Idiots."

I could see them running around the station like headless chickens, searching for something that didn't exist, rooms and storage spaces being thoroughly checked.

Twice, an officer and Annie herself had come into the observation area, stopping behind the one-way window to check on me and my surroundings.

Echo!

"Ohh," I chuckled inwardly.

My latest 3d image showed they had brought over my impounded Camaro and were now going over it like roaches.

Frustration was clear on Annie's face. Try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from lashing out at me.

I entertained the possibility that they would plant more nonexistent evidence against me, but Annie gave up. After wiping her face, she returned to the interrogation room with a look of disinterest.

Though I couldn't be sure, the fact that they hadn't planted another bag of drugs made me consider the possibility that this precinct wasn't responsible for my setup. They were just pawns.

It didn't take long for Annie to step back into the room. Unbothered, she moved forward and took a seat opposite me.

She remained silent, just idly staring at my face and looking into my eyes. I got bored.

"If you don't have anything to say, stand up, turn around, and bend over, that's a much better view. By the way, where is my lawyer?"

"You have a rotten mind."

"And you have a sad husband. Can't believe he lets you stay in here for hours a day."

"Hmmm."

Saying nothing, Annie stood up and moved behind me to undo my cuffs.

"Follow me."

"Of course." I stood without resistance.

Walking behind her, I passed through doors and corridors, entering the station lobby, and from there, we exited the building.

"Secretly bring me in, but publicly take me out," I chuckled, understanding Annie's intentions.

If I were a drug dealer, what better way to make my life miserable than to make it look like I'd been secretly talking to the police?

The woman might not have been responsible for the bag of cocaine, but right now, she was setting me up for failure.

"You've caught our eye, Marcu. Right now, your people are dead. Talk to us and we'll offer you a deal where everyone wins. Nobody likes a snitch. It's only a matter of time before you're set up."

"Hmm. Where's my car?"

Pointing across the street, Annie handed me the keys, but as she turned to leave, I spoke up.

"Did you contact your superiors like I told you to?"

She turned back with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged.

"When it gets too hot, consider bringing your ass to me. I might accept alternative compensation."

Though there was a trace of worry in her eyes, Annie said nothing and departed. As I walked toward my car, I conjured up an image in my head.

"Nadia, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, sir. How about you?"

"I'm doing great, very great. I just came up with a plan to sue the state. But first, how do you think the media would react to a story about a young, brilliant man being detained over rumored drug dealings and also being framed?"

"Were you arrested?"

"Yes."

"Mugshot?" my assistant quickly asked.

"Yes."

"Statement?"

"I think so."

"Where are you?"

"At the front of the cell."

"What's your address? I'm on my way."

...

Though I didn't tell Nadia exactly how it happened, I gave her a full account of what had occurred. Communicating with Denise, I was about to enter my first clash with the government.

People who say doctors are annoying because of how meticulous they are have clearly never met lawyers.

Nadia worked for me, but her questions had me seriously considering forfeiting Annie's ass, millions of dollars, and several negotiable benefits.

It was 8 p.m. when I got home. I collapsed on my bed once again, staring up at the ceiling.

One of humanity's biggest questions was the existence of extraterrestrial life. Surpassing even their curiosity for the deepest parts of the sea, humans looked beyond the planet, beyond the solar system, and even beyond the galaxy in search of life, and, more importantly, another species that stood on the same level of intelligence as them.

While our intelligence in the grand scheme of the universe was debatable, the good news was that I had now joined the exclusive club of the very few people in the world who knew aliens existed. And this wasn't just because our satellites had detected them from space, but because they were here on Earth.

The bad news? These aliens were not friendly. Worse still, they had infiltrated our society.

Despite his position and connections, Kyle claimed this was as much as he knew about Earth's situation with extraterrestrials, not even their race's name or appearance.

As for why the single father was being targeted, he suspected it was because the alien faction within the government wanted to frame the Los Angeles administration, paint them as alien sympathisers, and install someone on their side to lead New York. New York was a strategic position through which many events could be manipulated.

Aliens infiltrating and invading. Humans supporting aliens.

"System, what do you think?"

[The world is vast.]

"I think Kyle is crazy."

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After the mention of knights and witches, I'd expected our enemy to be some awakened demon or chained evil dragon. But here I was, being told it was aliens.

Turning my head to the side, I idly stared at the moon through the blinds and like that, I drifted into a deep dream.

There was lightning and fire. Fighters and tanks. Aliens with tall, slim bodies and black, beady eyes.

It wasn't a war of humans versus aliens, but a war of everybody against everybody. Some idiot launched a nuke, and the next thing I knew, I was looking at Earth from high above, watching as a continent was lit up in flames.