The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 246: What a pity ( words)

Robin looked at the wine glass on the table, thought about it, picked it up and took a sip, then said: "Guy, I remember you told me before that you must get to the bottom of it."

"Robin, this is investigating the military."

“Can’t the FBI investigate?”

"Of course you can, but the outcome of this group of people won't change. From the moment they started this new society, they were doomed to be destroyed. It's just that there are fewer of us here."

Robin just shook his head: "The result is the result, the process is the process, and procedural justice is far more important than the result. If I were a person who paid attention to the results, Guy, I would not have sent that Thompson to the airport last time."

"The law is to be put into practice by people, but people make mistakes, that's the meaning of procedure. You should know that, Guy."

"Then why don't you become a prosecutor instead of working for the FBI?"

“A career is different from a pursuit.”

Guy sighed, "Forget it. It's just the two of us. I'll tell you straight, the higher-ups have compromised."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know why you are forced to investigate those officers, do you?"

Robin was silent for a moment, then said, "Can we investigate something else as well?"

"Don't you know everything? The current situation is that the military's situation is too big, and the Lincoln incident has had a very bad impact."

"Isn't this a good time to investigate them?"

Guy just shook his head: "Politics is the art of deal-making. This incident is enough. We don't need the officers' troubles now. It would be impolite to investigate further."

"I know your temper." Guy said helplessly, "That's why I came to you today to tell you what's in my heart. I can tell you very frankly that the military police can investigate this matter themselves. The military said it involves military secrets, so we have no right to continue the investigation. Don't you like procedural justice? This is the procedure."

"I came to you just because I didn't want to make this matter too ugly. If you continue to insist, there will be only one result, that is, you will be investigated for suspected military secrets. If you are lucky, you will be locked up. If you are unlucky, you will become another homeless person in Los Angeles, Robin."

"Which is more important, the life and death of a bunch of scumbags or my own life and death? Besides, they have been punished, right?"

Robin was silent.

Guy raised his glass and took a sip. "I put it so bluntly that you understand what I mean. So Robin, promise me that we'll stop here. We'll all be safe and sound. Not only you, but your team will also be rewarded. You'll still be heroes who helped America find the maggots."

Robin heard this and smiled bitterly: "I don't have a choice."

"Unless you don't want to do this job anymore. But believe me, even if that's the case, don't make things so ugly. You can resign now and become a prosecutor, or go into politics. Maybe it will be better for you to realize your current ideals than being an FBI agent."

Robin looked at the wine glass in his hand, thought for a moment, then picked up the glass and drank it all, then stood up.

"Robin!" Guy growled, "It's not worth it!"

"I know what to do." Robin said calmly; "This matter ends here, you can go back and report to the commander."

With that, Robin walked out of the bar.

Instead of driving, he walked on the street towards his residence.

Robin naturally knew what Guy was saying, he just felt a little unwilling to accept it.

But if you think about it carefully, those people have indeed been punished, although not legally, but the matter has indeed been resolved.

Two of my colleagues have died, and I myself have almost lost my life several times. Now that the result is good, it seems to be pretty good so far.

Besides, everyone has been busy for so long, they really deserve some rewards.

If you don’t want to investigate, then don’t investigate. But why did those soldiers disappear?
Just at this moment, Robin's phone rang again.

Robin answered the phone, and the voice of his team member came from it: "Boss! A missing guy is back!"

Robin's eyes widened instantly and he asked, "I'll be there right away! Keep an eye on him!"

"clear."

About two hours later, Robin showed up at a soldier's home with his men.

The soldier was a little nervous about the arrival of the FBI.

"What happened, Mr. Agent?"

Robin didn't waste any words and said directly: "If you want to continue to stay at home instead of with us, sir, I hope you can answer our questions truthfully."

"Of course, but can I not talk about what happened inside the base? The Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Defense, the Military Police, I don't know how many people have asked me, but it was really a huge wave that swept the Lincoln ashore."

Robin waved his hand: "That's not what I'm asking, sir. I want to ask you, what did you do during the time you were missing? Where did you go?"

"Military camp. Then I was questioned."

"You went home once a month ago, and then disappeared for a month. During this period, you were detained and questioned? With all due respect, it shouldn't have been that long, right?"

"The interrogation lasted about a week," the soldier recalled. "Then he was taken away for various physical examinations. Oh, and he also had to take medicine and get injections."

Robin narrowed his eyes, "Take medicine? What medicine?"

"It's said to be radiation-resistant."

"Radiation." Robin instantly thought of the reason why that place was sealed off.

Ordinary people don’t know, but Robin knows that there was indeed a nuclear leak on the Lincoln.

if it is like this.
"Are there other soldiers as well?"

The soldier nodded. "Yes, I saw a lot of familiar faces there. Everyone followed the same process. They observed me for about half a month and told me I was fine, so they let me go. But, Agent, they told me that this was confidential and could not be disclosed. But I know the Constitution. If the police came to see me, I would definitely not say anything."

Robin nodded slightly, "Well done Corporal."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"No, thank you."

After Robin finished speaking, he led his men away. When they got outside, the team member said, "Boss, now I understand. Apparently, these people were allowed to take leave at first because of the base incident, but then the Lincoln had a nuclear leak, and in order to block the news, these soldiers were taken away by the military."

Robin nodded, "That makes sense."

"So it's okay?"

"But if that's the case, why did those videos disappear and why was the military so cautious?"

"Ah? Aren't you going to block the news?"

"And that guy." Robin got into the car and looked at the house: "Since it's a secret, why didn't he tell us directly?"

"We are the FBI, after all."

Robin was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed, this all makes sense."

After Robin left, the soldier took out his cell phone and said, "Sir, yes, he believed it."

Seven days later, Robin was promoted.

He was promoted from a mid-level FBI agent to a senior agent. This is the real elite of the FBI, and he can be promoted to management or even join the Department of Justice.

His entire team was also commended.

Everything went so smoothly.

Robin greeted everyone at the celebration party with a smile on his face, but when no one was around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

He left before the celebration party was even over.

Robin changed his clothes and came to a bar. Just after he sat down and had two drinks, he heard a discordant voice next to him: "Do you want to fight?!"

Robin looked over instinctively, but was stunned: "Hey, Mr. Patch, Mr. Hunter."

The two men who were glaring at each other heard the voice and looked over. After finding that it was Robin, Patch instinctively shrank his neck and then quickly greeted him: "Oh, Mr. Robin."

The three of them sat together quickly, and since it was not an official situation, Robin relaxed a little.

Soon, the three of them were a little drunk.

For some reason, Robin expressed his doubts in front of the two people: "You don't know, when I was investigating those soldiers, many of them disappeared. Finally, someone came back, and told me that their disappearance had nothing to do with what I was investigating."

Patch chuckled and said, "I don't understand."

Hunter grinned and said, "Agent Robin, is this something you can say?"

"As long as you don't have any recording equipment and settle the bill this time, what can't you say? But if you send it out, don't blame me for arresting you."

"Don't worry. This isn't the first time we've worked together."

Maybe he drank a little too much, Robin laughed: "That's right."

As he spoke, perhaps out of confusion, or perhaps because he had drunk a little too much, Robin briefly described the nuclear leak and the missing soldiers.

Hunter shrugged his shoulders and said, "They are capable of doing this. Believe me, Robin. You will never find those soldiers who were exposed to nuclear radiation in your lifetime. Their families will only receive a pension and a death notice. Or someone will come to sign a confidentiality agreement or something."

"I thought of it." Robin said helplessly, "I just didn't expect it to be so simple."

"I thought you would be exposed." Patch said dissatisfiedly.

"I'm the FBI, not a reporter."

"True." Patch took another sip and said casually, "But that family is really lucky. They are actually fine after taking the anti-radiation medicine. I guess they ran pretty fast at the time."

"There are always people whose luck is enviable, right?"

Patch said nonchalantly, "That's right. If I hadn't been lucky when I was put in jail, hey, why am I bringing this up? Drink!"

Robin shook his head: "You said that yourself, we didn't"

Robin was suddenly stunned when he was halfway through his speech.

He suddenly realized one thing. Those who were arrested were homeless people in the city center and people nearby. There was a thunderstorm and it was raining in the city center at that time.

This time it was at the San Diego base, and someone was missing during a rainy thunderstorm.

Although there is an additional variable of Lincoln,
"You drink first!" Robin took out his wallet, took out all the money inside and put it on the table: "It's my treat!"

After saying that, Robin ran out.

He took a taxi and rushed back to his office, then turned on his computer to check something. The next morning, a team member came to the office and saw Robin and was stunned: "Boss, why are you here?"

Robin looked over with dark circles under his eyes: "Thirteen people received death notices and pensions, why didn't anyone report to me?"

The team member asked in confusion, "Isn't this matter not being investigated because it involves military secrets and national security?"

"I wonder why no one told me!"

“We thought it was over.”

"Damn it!" Robin stood up and looked at the people at the door: "Who are the soldiers we can investigate? They are the ones who ran out first! I looked at the records last night. These guys' first reaction when they saw us was fear. Why were they afraid?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Robin said, "Because they were worried that we were here to arrest them. After they learned that we wanted to know what was happening in the base, they reacted with relief."

"Boss, you mean they're worried that we're treating them as deserters?"

Someone responded, "Or do you mean they ran away very early?"

"Yes, these guys were worried that we would think they were deserters, and they ran away very early, but..."

Robin turned the computer around: "They're all dead."

"Radiation." Someone was about to say this, but suddenly realized: "He ran so early. Maybe he wasn't affected by radiation at all? Is that what you mean, boss?"

"Indeed!" Robin said through gritted teeth, "but they still died."

Someone immediately responded: "Someone killed them!"

Robin nodded, "We have to go."

"Boss, this is meaningless. The half-life of radioactive materials is only seven or eight days. Now that so much time has passed, what can we find out?"

Robin paused. Yes, what could he find out now?
"Where's the guy who came back alive?"

"I don't know. Isn't it time to monitor them?"

"Let's go. Let's go find him."

Soon, the FBI car appeared in front of the house, but the people who opened the door were a strange couple.

After asking, Robin found out that the other party had listed the business not long after they left last time.

"Boss, this."

"Medicines!" Robin said coldly, "Also, immediately investigate the flow of anti-radiation drugs such as amifostine and vitamin E during that period. Even if the military has these things, the military will not have enough drugs to treat thousands of people in an instant. It needs the support of hospitals and pharmaceutical companies. In fact, the incident happened suddenly, and the speed of allocating drugs is definitely not as fast as buying them directly from the market."

"Pay special attention to the pharmacies in San Diego and the surrounding hospitals."

"Yes!"

The authority of a senior agent is so high that the investigation materials appeared in Robin's hands that very evening.

According to the investigation, San Diego's hospital did not receive any request for medical support, and those pharmacies did not sell similar drugs in large quantities.

Looking at the information in his hand, Robin looked at everyone: "There are two possibilities. First, the army has already prepared enough medicine. Second, this thing does not exist at all! Which one do you believe?"

"We are not stupid leaders."

"It seems I don't need to say anything more." Robin looked at everyone: "I am going to continue investigating this matter. I don't ask anyone to investigate with me."

But everyone laughed.

"Boss, give the order."

"Thank you!" Robin said sincerely, "It is undeniable that although I don't want to believe it, our history tells us that the bastards in the military have used soldiers to test drugs. These soldiers are the children of some people, the husbands of some people, and may even be the fathers of some children. Behind them are families. They are protecting this country, and they don't deserve to be treated like this."

"The FBI is loyal, brave, and honest. The Constitution grants us rights, and we must protect its dignity. Thousands of people cannot disappear without a trace. The ships in San Diego Harbor are damaged, and all the vehicles in the base are destroyed. If we want to relocate people, we must go by land. Even if we follow the current ratio of those who return, at least half of them will have to be relocated. I'm sorry to bother you all."

For a moment, the whole office became busy.

Robin took a few people away and went to the homes of the soldiers who had returned to inquire about the situation.

Each one was video recorded.

The investigation lasted three days.

In the conference room, Robin's eye sockets were sunken, and it was obvious that he had not rested well.

A team member reported: "Fortunately, not too long has passed. We investigated the information of all large vehicles that left San Diego within a week of the incident and found that three days after the incident, a large number of military rescue convoys entered San Diego, but when they left, look at this photo."

Photos of surveillance footage appeared on the screen, and the man said, "Judging from the tires, this bus is not empty. Not only that, there are many more buses in San Diego during this time of year than in previous years."

“Where did all these cars go?”

"According to the information collected," the team member said slowly, "Although they stopped in some places, they all ended up in Nevada."

This is the terrifying thing about the FBI, one of the three major intelligence agencies in the United States.

It's just a clue, and they can rely on their powerful intelligence capabilities to unravel the mystery and find the information they need.

Another person said, "We investigated those who came back. They did not admit to the radiation exposure at first, but they did admit it in the end. We asked them to describe their treatment, medication, injections, blood tests, and the conditions of their fellow patients."

"According to their description, the treatment they received was different from that of radiation workers in previous documents, and none of them saw real radiation patients. In their words, they seemed to be recuperating. But we were told every day that someone was taken away for more advanced treatment due to radiation exposure."

"Location?"

"They didn't know and said it involved military secrets."

Robin showed disdain: "This is the reason again."

“But it’s useful, isn’t it?”

"Has anyone marked all the places where these cars stop? I mean the ones with medical conditions."

“It was a little hard to find, but I did find two private hospitals, one of which is in Los Angeles.”

"Let's go." Robin grinned and said, "These guys finally showed their weakness."

Soon, the FBI convoy arrived at the target hospital.

They walked in with their credentials and began their investigation.

Some people controlled the computers, some checked the wards, some talked to the hospital leadership, and some went to the hospital pharmacy.

Robin was questioning the dean here.

The FBI's powers are different from those of the police. If they say they can investigate you, they can investigate you. Theoretically, they can even investigate the president.

It's just that the dean clearly intends to use the right to remain silent granted by the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution.

Robin was not in a hurry and looked at the message on his phone while asking.

"Boss, this place did use some anti-radiation drugs, but not much. It seems to have been useless after two uses."

"Boss, the records and surveillance data of the days the car was parked here have disappeared."

Suddenly, a picture was sent to me.

Robin picked up his phone and looked at it, and saw that it was a picture of a pharmacy.

He always felt that he had seen the light blue medicine bottles inside somewhere.

"Boss, does this thing look familiar? We've seen it before. That laboratory."

Robin suddenly remembered that, yes, he had indeed seen this thing when he went to investigate the laboratory with Jim.

That is
"Take the stuff away, we'll go back right away." Robin immediately gave the order: "By the way, contact the FDA and ask them to help with the investigation."

So, when the FBI came, they had five cars, and when they left, they brought medicines and computer hosts, filling up the trunk, and even requisitioned an ambulance.

After successfully moving all the things back to the office, the group of people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Another human experiment. I told you that matter wasn't that simple!" an agent said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay!" Robin smiled happily: "Prepare the report and submit it to the higher-ups."

"Boss, if I hand this thing over, will it..."

"Yes." Robin nodded, and then said: "But as long as it is handed in, at least it will leave a trace, right? Well, I haven't eaten for a day. You guys sort out the materials here, and I'll go buy you food. Remember to send me anything you want to eat."

"Let's order takeout." said one of the team members.

"Come on, we'll be starving by the time he brings it over. It's rare that the boss treats us." Everyone laughed.

After Robin received the 'wish list', he went downstairs and got in the car to go shopping.

About twenty minutes after Robin left, there was a knock on the door of the FBI office.

Someone walked over to open the door, and was stunned when he saw that it was a few delivery men. Then he turned around and shouted, "That idiot ordered it."

But before he could finish his words, a ball of blood exploded from the guy's head.

Outside, Robin's phone rang as he was loading food into the car.

As soon as the call was connected, Guy's angry voice came from the other end: "Didn't you say you wouldn't investigate?"

"I'm not investigating those officers, Guy." Robin was in a good mood. "It's the soldiers at the San Diego base, Guy. There are thousands of them! They are all our soldiers. I can confirm that it is related to the human experiment in Los Angeles."

"You idiot!" Guy growled, "Run! Robin! Run faster!!"

"What?"

"Agent Robin." A voice suddenly sounded.

Robin looked over instinctively, only to see a man in black appear beside him without him noticing.

The man in black had a scar at the corner of his eye. Before Robin could ask, a gunshot rang out.

A hole suddenly appeared on Robin's forehead, and before he could even react, his body fell down.

Screams rang out all around, but the man in black just shook his head, raised his hand and shot Robin in the head again before speaking:
"What a shame for such a good agent."

(End of this chapter)