“I’m on my way to visit my grandma, so I thought I didn’t need to bring my ID along. Besides, I was in a hurry, so I left it at home,” Claude answered as ‘honestly’ as he could. He was an innocent-looking guy to begin with, and nobody would suspect him of anything.
Jackson, the young officer, stared at him for a moment, then he took the verification device from the young officer and said indifferently, “Give me your ID number.”
“830… ...” Claude told him a string of numbers, smiling all the while.
A while later, the officer in charge frowned and looked at Claude, holding the device with one hand.
“Your name is Mike Oxlong?” he asked seriously.
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