Chapter 230 - Jack the Joker

Hearing the statement of the warden through the speaker, detective Garry Turner's eyes widen in disbelief. His whole body froze in an instant as he could feel the beads of sweat forming on his back -- drenching his inner suit. Altering his gaze back and forth to Jack and the chief of police, Garry was rendered speechless.

"Gerald? Can you pulled your gun and put it on your temple, please?" Jack demanded in a calm manner which the chief of police swiftly executed without question being asked.

Jack smiled in satisfaction seeing that his job was perfectly executed. Glancing at the appalled detective, Jack smirks in provocation.

"Gerald, if ever you see any blood being smeared around the premises, please avenge me, alright?" Jack threatened, referring that if he ever spills his blood, the chief of police will wreak havoc around the state prison.

"Detective, don't be mad. I am just here to fetch someone -- let's not make this hard, ok?" he resumed still bearing his perilous smirk towards the detective who's now cornered and cannot retaliate no matter what he wants.

Gulping his anxiety down, Garry glared daggers at Jack as he put down his gun, he uttered; "What's your motive?"

"Wesley We."

Keeping his cold front but, inside Garry's mind, he was more panic-stricken hearing Wesley We's name being uttered by Jack. Of course, Jack won't show himself after all the years of running without a greater objective in mind. However, about Wesley We being held in the state prison was always been a piece of classified information and only a few selected individuals know about that fact.

"How did you know about him?"

"Oh, Garry -- stop procrastinating." Jack waves his hand off and shifts his gaze on the two-way mirror before he moved his finger as if asking someone inside the observation room to come out.

"Come on, these bracelets are not very fashionable -- people might think I'm a bad person."

Soon, a police on duty came into the interrogation room with a dreaded expression. The officer knew what was going on as he witnessed everything from the two-way mirror which gave him a little shock by how things escalated to Jack's favor.

"Oh god, you took so long…" said Jack in a bored tone as he was already free from handcuffs. Both law officers were in shocked seeing Jack flaunting his capabilities.

Obviously, Jack was doing things on purpose as if telling them that he is unstoppable -- which raised all there signals to the officers who were witnessing the scene on the observation room and into the interrogation room.

Apparently, the three more people inside through the two-way mirror looked at each other as they silently agree to a decision. Soon, the person who is in charge and has the most authority inside the whole observation room pressed a button which can be only used in emergency purposes.

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Jack together with the walking puppet Edgar Patterson and detective Garry Turner were walking their way inside to the deepest area of the state prison where all the maximum inmates and most dangerous criminals were being held.

As usual, seeing the two familiar officers present -- scorns and disses resonated through the whole dungeon-like place.

"Hey, chief! I already repented and change! Grant me a parole!"

"Hehe. who is that? A new fish? Haha!"

"Reeled him in!"

"Detective -- I'm dying! Can you perhaps grant my wish to f*ck someone? You is fine -- I don't mind. Hehe"

Showing their disrespect and dauntless words, one could tell that these criminals might already gone mad or just asking for a beating. Alas, none seemed to be frightened about that fact. Indeed, these felons were living in the expectation of being a hellspawn.

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On the other hand, despite the resonating cheers from the inmates, Jack kept on talking to the two officers with him like he was just chatting to his friends while having a walk in the park.

"Detective, you know you shouldn't let them say such awful things to you -- though it makes me want to burst out laughing; but you know -- I don't want you to think that I lack manners."

"Tch. Jack Edwards or to be precise, Jack the illusionist -- now that speaks what tricks you have done to those heist incident." Garry scorns in dismay, not turning his attention to Jack who's following him from behind.

"That title is very… unamusing, detective. I prefer the being called just Jack or Joker because I like that character, right good fella?" Jack slightly turned his gaze at the cell on the side where a prisoner was leaning close to the gate of his cell.

"Haha! Jack the Joker!" the felon agreed in glee.

"See? That's a better assumption." Jack grinned as he spat his approval to Garry's back in front of him. Having no response from the detective leading the way, Jack audibly whispers to the criminal who gave him a new found nickname.

"You can have your reward later."