Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 911 - 710 Lanci was born for this

The Brilda Magic Power Rail Train had already been stopped at the Capital Station for a while now.

But the passengers on board were not yet allowed to disembark.

Compared to the Capital Garrison, which would still appease passengers, the attitude of the Empire’s Special Operations Department was clearly more stringent, decisive, and swift in conducting searches without concern for public sentiment or media opinion, emphasizing the urgency of military intelligence.

Red Falcon Nikola took the investigation report handed over by Colonel Burke of the Second Military Police Brigade, quickly skimmed through it, and then handed it back to Colonel Burke.

"All passengers, everyone searched, anyone suspicious taken away, don’t miss any crew members or drivers!"

Red Falcon Nikola loudly gestured for the agents of Internal Affairs Service Section One to quickly board the train. The doors of the carriages closed once more, and they began flipping through the passenger manifest, starting with carriage four, and moved toward both ends, checking each person on the train individually.

"Is the situation this serious?"

Colonel Burke knew he shouldn’t ask this.

Because the accident itself was already quite serious.

But in comparison to the train attack, the nature of the situation might change if the attacker’s identity was connected to the reactionary forces that all the important figures in the Empire were especially vigilant about at the moment.

"..."

The man known to the Military Police Department leader, Colonel Burke, as "Red Falcon," Nikola, still stood by the door of carriage four. He didn’t speak and merely responded to Colonel Burke’s question with a look.

The next second.

His gaze shifted gradually from Colonel Burke to Lanci.

Nikola wasn’t in a rush to check the other carriages, because the important figure was actually right in front of him.

At a glance, one could tell that the man, personally investigated and escorted by the officer of the Second Brigade, must be a key individual in this train disturbance.

"Sir, did you come alone to the Capital?"

Red Falcon Nikola placed his hand on his chest, gave a slight bow to Lanci, and looked back at him to ask.

"Of course."

Lanci answered calmly and looked at Nikola with curiosity, seemingly not understanding why Nikola would ask such a question.

The head of the Internal Affairs Service Section One, Nikola, was much more polite than Lanci had anticipated.

Perhaps it was because his current identity as Landry Washington indicated he was nobility, or it could be that this in-house chief of the Special Services was just a smiling tiger.

"So, you’re saying you have no accomplices?"

The smile vanished from Red Falcon Nikola’s face, and his voice turned completely cold.

As the question was asked, Colonel Burke’s expression tensed up next to Lanci, as if he detected the ominous change in the atmosphere.

"Accomplices?"

Lanci looked at Nikola, full of confusion.

Talia’s heart raced.

She didn’t know how this man called Nikola could pick out the flaw from mere moments of observation and minor details!

Clearly, there was something wrong with Lanci, something both she and Lanci had overlooked.

She had said Lanci shouldn’t always play with fire. Now she even wanted to leave the train, but since she was bound to her host Lanci, she couldn’t escape!

"Hmph, hmph."

Red Falcon Nikola let out a cold chuckle,

"Then let me rephrase, why are you helping the assassin on the train to escape? And why harm the passenger who shares the compartment with you?"

Nikola took a threatening step forward.

His gaze appeared to make the air around him feel several degrees colder.

With him there, the space had become an interrogation room.

"What exactly are you talking about?"

Lanci asked, the confusion plain on his face.

Colonel Burke remained expressionless by his side, meanwhile analyzing possible oversights in his previous investigation.

According to the Military Police Department’s prior investigation on the train.

This man named Landry Washington, with jet-black hair and blue eyes indicating nobility, boarded at the border of Botswana Province with an old man named Lovia. They encountered an extremely dangerous assailant on the train, a female assassin according to the investigation, and she was repelled by the heroic actions of Landry.

However, accordingly, based on Landry’s description, one curious incident occurred where Lovia, who happened to share a compartment with him, was the target of the female assassin. In the end, Landry was deceived by the assassin’s Sixth-Order smoke Spell and failed to capture her. She took the old man with her.

Upon close consideration, all this matched with the results of the investigation.

But a large part of it was Landry’s own monologue.

As long as it fit the narrative, whatever he said was taken as truth. The critical question arose from why the female assassin would abduct an ordinary old man, especially one who had shared a compartment with Landry?

Burke was beginning to understand Red Falcon Nikola’s suspicions—

If from the beginning, Landry was the culprit, then all the incongruencies would dissolve, and the story would be overturned and reconstructed.

"You don’t have to pretend anymore, imbecile."

Nikola seemed to lose his patience, reaching out toward Lanci’s face, as if to grab his forehead.

Or to kill him outright!

However.

Just as his hand was about to touch Lanci’s eyes.

Lanci didn’t move an inch.

And Nikola’s hand stopped precisely.

"Why don’t you dodge?"

Nikola asked.

"Because I’m not afraid, I believe justice is on my side."

Lanci’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze still as clear as unruffled water.

This plain exchange of question and answer made Colonel Burke, standing by the side, break out in a slight cold sweat.

If the Empire’s Special Operations Department accidentally killed an innocent passenger here—especially a noble—it would undoubtedly also implicate their Capital Garrison Headquarters.

Thankfully, Nikola was merely testing.

"My apologies, Mr. Landry, that was merely a customary investigative method of checking, a duty I must adhere to, please forgive me."