Director Bolton put down the document stamped with the red words "Top Secret," his expression solemn as he said, "Understood. I have received instructions from above and will fully cooperate with Major General Thompson's work." James Thompson smiled slightly and said, "I am also acting under orders. If there is anything inappropriate, I hope Director Bolton will forgive me." The empire's policy was that the military and government were independent and did not interfere with each other. This time, James Thompson directly invoked national defense security and had already notified the head of the provincial police department, which allowed him to reach directly into the police bureau. Although this Director Bolton was not particularly important, at this time and place, James Thompson still had to show some courtesy.

"This William Carter is difficult to control, so I have a plan. Tonight, we'll put him in the detention center first, and then..." As James Thompson spoke, his face still wore a gentle smile, but Director Bolton felt a chill in his heart as he listened. "These military intelligence officers are truly ruthless and cunning."

In the interrogation room, the disheveled William Carter was tidied up by several police officers and given a clean set of clothes. He then met the kindly smiling James Thompson in a bright, clean office. "Child, I am Major General James Thompson, and I am also Emily Foster's uncle. You can call me Uncle Thompson. I am here especially for you. We know you are innocent, and we also know how great and brave your actions were. Don't worry, you will be fine. Once the procedures are done, you can go home tomorrow. I know you've suffered a bit, but it's okay, it will all be over soon."

James Thompson's voice was deep and firm. The grief-stricken William Carter felt a pang in his heart as he listened, but after the events of the day, William Carter had truly matured a lot. Suppressing the tears that were about to well up, William Carter slowly said, "I don't want to go home. My parents will be very worried. I want to call them..."

James Thompson smiled, "That was my oversight. Of course you should. Use my phone..." With trembling hands, William Carter took the phone. Thinking of the surreal experiences of the day, for a moment he didn't know what to say. James Thompson said nothing, just waited quietly by his side.

James Thompson's calm steadiness soothed William Carter. After hesitating, William Carter finally dialed the number: "Mom, it's me. Mm, mm, I know. A classmate was hit by a car, and there was no one at his home, so I'm staying with him tonight. Mm, mm, okay, okay, yes, goodbye, Mom..."

Hearing his mother's familiar nagging, William Carter felt another wave of emotion. Returning the phone to James Thompson, William Carter said sincerely, "Thank you, Uncle Thompson." James Thompson replied seriously, "This is what I should do."

Chapter 7: Fury

William Carter had long known that the affairs of the world could not be judged simply by good and evil, right and wrong. But theory was one thing; personal experience was another. Just today, William Carter had first been given power by the murderous Samuel Bennett, and then wrongfully interrogated by police who represented order and justice. These surreal experiences left William Carter completely lost.

Although William Carter had always seemed calm and composed since childhood, without enough strength and wisdom to back it up, it was just a superficial facade. Regarding the world, he had always been a passive recipient. But today, after taking on so-called kindness and responsibility, being bitten back by those involved left William Carter truly hurt and aggrieved.

The police interrogation hadn't caused him much physical harm, but the injustice he suffered was something he couldn't let go of. The police's incompetence, brutality, and savagery left William Carter extremely disappointed in these imperial institutions. Without special powers, William Carter couldn't imagine what he would have become under such torture. Eighteen years of law-abiding, orderly, and upright education had been mostly destroyed by the police in a single day.

James Thompson's sudden appearance was like a light in the darkness, warming the heart of the grief-stricken and dark-minded William Carter: "Kind Emily Foster hasn't given up on rescuing me." And this Uncle Thompson, with his gentle and steady demeanor, naturally exuded a convincing strength in every word and action. In his heart, William Carter also didn't sense any unusual emotion from Uncle Thompson.

William Carter believed that tomorrow he would leave this gloomy place and regain his freedom. Thinking of this, William Carter's heart was filled with hope for the future. He even began to plan what he would do after getting out. "The first thing is to find Fatty Bolton and his gang to play basketball. That fatty, relying on his 2.1-meter height and 120-kilogram build, has bullied me enough times. This time, I have to dunk right over his head."

The image of Fatty Bolton and his friends gaping in disbelief flashed through William Carter's mind, but he quickly sobered up—now was not the time for blind optimism. Coming back to his senses, William Carter saw James Thompson still waiting patiently with a smile, showing no sign of impatience. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Uncle Thompson, sorry, I was being rude."

"It's nothing. You've had a rough day. Are you hungry? Have something to eat first. The detention center doesn't provide dinner." James Thompson said with concern. William Carter quickly waved his hand, "No, I'm not really hungry..." James Thompson gently replied, "If you're too polite, it means you're treating me as an outsider. Besides, such a small matter isn't worth being polite about." As he spoke, James Thompson walked to the door and said to the police officer standing outside, "Go buy some food."