American comic book: I, with my abundant martial virtue, love to do good to others.

Inside George Stacy's office at the New York Police Department.

"George, the Daily Bugle has published another article about Spider-Woman and Spider-Man?"

Donald placed a cup of coffee in front of George Stacy, who was holding the Daily Bugle and reading the news.

He was the deputy chief of the police department and George's partner of several decades.

Donald was well aware of George Stacy's thoughts.

He was a traditional old-school cop who believed that vigilantes like Spider-Woman and Spider-Man were completely breaking the rules.

Upon hearing Donald's voice, George Stacy put down the Horn Daily report in her hand: "Recently, Spider-Woman and Spider-Man have been appearing more frequently."

"Although they often help civilians in need and have arrested some criminals, what they do is disrupt the normal order of society."

"Criminals should be arrested by the police, not by them. If every city had a few vigilantes, what would be the point of having us?"

Well, there's no such thing as a hero in America.

Therefore, George was somewhat dissatisfied with Spider-Woman and Spider-Man's arbitrary capture of criminals.

Hearing what Yangzhi said, Donald smiled and didn't refute it.

Instead, he picked up the newspaper, glanced at it, and then said to George, "It's clear that the Daily Bugle is really going all out to smear Spider-Man!"

"However, they were lenient with Spider-Woman, even though she and Spider-Man did the same things."

"Is it simply because the Spider Woman is a woman?"

Hearing his old friend's words, George Stacy was reminded of the criminals hanging on the walls by spider webs.

That was the first time the Spider Woman appeared to capture a criminal and then notified me to clean up the mess!

After that, although the Spider Woman contacted him a few more times, each time the criminal was pinned to the wall by a spider web.

He had never met the Spider Woman.

Otherwise, I really want to talk to the Spider Woman and tell her to do this...

While he was thinking, George Stacy's phone suddenly rang.

George Stacy picked up her phone and glanced at it, recognizing the familiar, unnamed number. She then answered the call.

"Chief George, a gang-related murder has occurred in District 17. The killer has massacred all members of the 17th gang."

"We found no traces left by the killer at the scene."

"You didn't tamper with the crime scene, did you?"

Upon hearing her father's question on the other end of the phone, Gwen used a voice changer to say, "Don't worry, the crime scene is very well protected. Send a forensic doctor over as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Gwen hung up the call immediately.

As Gwen ended the call, Peter Parker, who was conducting an on-site inspection, suddenly looked up.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Spider-Man Peter Parker staring at her through the mask, Gwen asked a question.

"It's nothing, but judging from your tone just now, you seemed to know Chief George quite well. Do you two know each other?"

"If that's the case, that's great. You know the director of the NYPD, and our Illuminati's leader is Lynn from the FBI."

"Does that mean we won't have to worry about being... controlled by the authorities anymore?"

"The leader's identity cannot be known to anyone other than a few of us. Besides, I have only contacted Director George a few times."

Looking at Peter Parker, Gwen explained, "However, Chief George clearly believes we are disrupting the normal order of society, so..."

"How could he think that way? We were clearly doing a good deed, protecting those civilians."

Hearing Peter Parker's agitation, Gwen said, "Now is not the time to talk about these things. The police will be here in five minutes."

"So, we need to find the killer's trail as soon as possible. I'll go check the back door!"

With that, Gwen headed toward the alley behind the gang's hideout.

Los Angeles.

"Immortality has always been something that people pursue."

Watching the video playing on the huge screen, some experimental subjects were shooting flames, while others were frozen in place.

Some people can even lift objects that are ten times their own weight.

James Duke looked at Lynn and smiled, "No one is unafraid of death, so whether they are the wealthy or political figures, they are all exploring ways to prolong their lives."

"Hydra chose to cooperate with vampires in order to develop a drug that could prolong life."

"After all, vampires have extremely long lifespans!"

Hearing James Duke say this, Lynn's expression remained serious.

Look at the dozens of experimental subjects that were supposedly created and given supernatural abilities in a short period of time.

Lynn asked, "So, Hydra's secret research was successful?"

Not yet.

Duke shook his head slightly and handed Lynn a cigar.

Seeing that Lynn didn't take it, Duke didn't press the issue: "Some Hydra members hope to use the power of technology to rule the world, and to this end, they even transferred the soul of a scientist who should have died into a computer."

"Some Hydra agents collaborated with AIM, which had split off in the 1990s, in an attempt to create super soldiers."

"There are even some Hydras constantly establishing bases in various corners of the world."

"As for me, I want to control the continuation of life. After all, most of us Hydra leaders are old, unlike you, who are only 24 and still young!"

"Unfortunately, current research hasn't made much progress; the vampire serum can only create some failed attempts that temporarily grant superpowers!"

"I haven't joined Hydra yet!"

Hearing Lynn's "resistance," James Duke shook his head: "Lynn, this world is ugly."

"War, famine, oppression, and exploitation are constantly unfolding in every corner of the earth."

Those who suffer these hardships are like ordinary people living in hell; no matter how much they pray for God's mercy, God's mercy never comes to them.

"Therefore, only we, Lynn, only we, Hydra, can change all of this. Only when Hydra truly controls this world can we change this situation and bring absolute fairness to this world!"

After saying that, Duke took a new cigar from his pocket and placed it in Lynn's hand.

"I know that people your age grew up listening to Steve Rogers' stories, but Lynn, it turns out that the world Steve worked so hard to save was a mistake!"

"Join us! As a member of Hydra, you can have absolute power, status, money, and the ability to change the world!"

"I believe you will make the right choice!"

After saying that, James Duke turned and left with the vampire.

Lynn was left alone in the room, silently staring at the cigar in his hand!

Inside the lounge.

Taking the red wine from the vampire, James Duke looked at the monitor screen. Lynn, sitting on the sofa, was experiencing a constantly shifting, conflicted expression.

"Mr. Duke, do you think Lynn Hall would agree to join Hydra?"

Faced with the vampire's question, Duke chuckled, his eyes brimming with confidence: "He's a smart man, so he'll definitely make the right decision."

"What if he refuses?"

Looking at the confident Duke, the vampire chuckled, "After all, a guy who grew up listening to Captain America stories and whose adoptive father was an upright policeman would probably have a hard time accepting us!"

"You underestimate Lynn. If he were the kind of rigid, inflexible person, how could he have become an assistant supervisor at such a young age?"

"Moreover, not just anyone is qualified to be brought to this base by me to witness the secrets of Hydra."

There was something Duke didn't say: Lynn should know very well what his fate would be if he didn't join Hydra after learning these secrets.

Duke truly admires Lynn.

Furthermore, Lynn is exceptionally capable and possesses a strong personal charisma.

He is really well-suited to lead the younger generation of immature members.

If Lynn could submit to Hydra, then he wouldn't have to worry about many things!

"By the way, was your project to genetically modify humans and vampires successful?"

"It failed again."

When Duke asked the question, the vampire shook his head: "Although at first he was not afraid of sunlight and possessed some of the abilities of a vampire."

"But he didn't even last a day before he died from bodily failure."

Upon hearing the vampire's reply, a hint of disappointment flashed in Duke's eyes.

I'm already over fifty years old, so I need to find a way to extend my lifespan.

Perhaps I should talk to Ophelia and see how her cyborg experiments are going!

outside.

Seeing that there was no danger again, Lynn, disguised as Polaris, entered a store.

Polaris paid no attention to the black man robbing the store.

Instead, he picked up a bag of snacks, intending to pay after the little black man finished robbing the store. As Lynn's subordinate, Polaris was not short of money, so there was no need for him to skip out on the bill.

Polaris frowned when he saw that the black man was pointing a gun at him.

However, the thought of making a move here would be discovered by the people inside the building.

Wearing a red wig, Polaris took out a roll of banknotes from her pocket and handed it to Xiao Hei.

Seeing that the red-haired woman in front of him was so sensible, Xiao Hei took his loot and ran away in a flash.

The shop owner, who seemed to be used to being robbed, was surprised when he saw the bag of snacks in Polaris's hand.

He then said directly, "Seven pieces in total."

Upon hearing the shopkeeper's words, Polaris shrugged and then took out a $20 bill from another pocket and handed it to him.

After taking the US dollars, and looking at the empty drawer full of loose change, the shopkeeper shrugged and said:

"All the change has been taken. Want some more?"

Upon hearing the shop owner's words, Polaris turned around and took some more food from the shelf.

The whole process was so natural that the shop owner thought Polaris was also from this slum.

Seeing that Polaris was about to leave, the shopkeeper suddenly asked, "How much?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing the shop owner's words, Polaris, who was about to walk out the door, looked at him with some confusion.

Seeing the North Star, the shopkeeper didn't understand. He pointed out the window and said, "It's still daytime, so we don't do overnight stays!"

"I've stopped doing that kind of business. I've saved enough money to go to university."

"Wow, you're really lucky!"

"Yes, I feel very lucky to have escaped the control of the gang."

After saying that, Polaris turned and left the store.

The conversation was so ordinary that anyone who overheard it would think it was two locals talking.

No one would have guessed that this beautiful red-haired girl was actually the daughter of the famous Magneto.

The next morning.

The door to the lounge opened, and the vampire looked at Lynn, who had been sitting on the sofa all night and whose expression had now returned to normal.

I couldn't help but wonder what choice Lynn would make.

Duke, however, looked at the lit cigar and then smiled with satisfaction.

"After we go back this time, we can give Richie a sinecure. He has complained to me more than once that he wants to retire."

Duke smiled with satisfaction upon seeing Lynn make her choice.

[James Duke's favorability rating: 5]

Seeing that Duke's favorability rating had increased to 5, Lynn Hall didn't show any hesitation.

"Thank you, Director."

"Although I'm still adjusting to my new role, I will do my best to complete whatever tasks you, Chief, require!"

Lynn understood that although he had agreed to join Hydra,

But gaining Duke's trust is not so easy.

This isn't something that can be accomplished by simply saying a few words.

As expected, Duke will definitely ask him to submit something like a pledge of allegiance.

After all, if Duke doesn't have any leverage over him, how can he truly trust him? So, given this situation, it's better for Lynn to bring it up himself.

In this way, they can gain even greater benefits from Hydra!

Sure enough, Duke was even more satisfied when he heard Lynn volunteer.

"Lynn, do you know why I insisted on bringing you to Los Angeles?"

"Because of this base?"

"No, Hydra has many bases, and I control more than just Los Angeles."

Patting Lynn on the shoulder, Duke chuckled, "Our deputy director of the FBI in New York is from Los Angeles."

"He's been recuperating in Los Angeles for over half a year due to 'illness,' and someone like him, who's just sitting idly by, isn't suitable for our FBI in New York."

Hearing Duke say that, Lynn nodded and said, "I know what to do!"

"very good!"

James Duke offered Lynn another cigar and said, "After you've finished this, go back to New York and get promoted to head of the Secret Service."

"I'll find a way to make you the acting deputy director next year, so that when I leave New York in two years, you can naturally take over as the director of the FBI in New York."

"Although you are still young and your promotion has been a bit too fast, you don't need to worry about the review process."

"Our own people are also in the Department of Justice!"

"Thank you, Director!"

Listening to Duke's grand promises, Lynn said "gratefully"!

Standing outside the building, I watched as Director Duke left the meeting in a Chevrolet.

Lynn Hall took out a cigarette, slowly lit it, and finally joined Hydra.

For Lynn, joining Hydra is definitely the best option that maximizes his own interests.

If I kill the deputy director now, I can be promoted to chief of special agents when I get back.

Furthermore, he can temporarily assume the position of deputy director next year, until Duke leaves the FBI in New York.

The FBI in New York now belongs to them.

This was a promise Hydra had made to him, and Lynn was quite satisfied with it.

Lynn slowly exhaled the smoke and looked at the vampire standing inside the building.

Upon seeing Lynn looking at him, the vampire bowed respectfully. Clearly, Lynn held a higher position than him after joining Hydra!

After stubbed out his cigarette butt and got back into the car, Lynn drove the Chevrolet toward downtown Los Angeles.

After Lynn drove away, the vampire said to his subordinate, "Keep a close watch on Lynn Hall's every move."

One 7

"The surveillance will not be lifted until the death of the FBI deputy director in New York is confirmed!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing the vampire's order, his subordinates immediately went to make arrangements.

the other side.

Watching Lynn drive away alone, Polaris sniffed and said, "It seems it's not over yet, but the fact that Lynn can drive away alone means that his condition is much better now."

As he spoke, Polaris glanced at the building that was constructed in the slums.

After putting on the hat, Polaris glanced around and then turned and left.

It was evening inside a bar in Los Angeles.

"Haha, are you saying this on purpose? I can just imagine how pathetic Tony Stark must have looked when he faced that dark cave."

Looking at Lynn with hazy eyes, the pretty girl, slightly drunk, giggled and said, "I thought a national hero like you would be a very serious person, but I didn't expect you to be so interesting."

Lynn picked up his wine glass, shrugged, and looked at the radiant woman in front of him, laughing, "I don't consider myself a national hero."

"But I think you are, and all the people think you are. If it weren't for you, God knows how many more people would have been eaten."

"That damn president didn't even give you a medal; I think his head must have been squeezed by a door!"

As she spoke, the beautiful woman lightly brushed her fingertips across the back of Lynn's hand.

His voice carried a hint of provocation as he said, "Since you didn't receive a medal from the president, how about you get a reward from the people...?"

"If we don't accept this reward, won't it discourage the public?"

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"Hehe, of course! This is just my sincerest gratitude!"

"Then what are we waiting for? I also want to see how the passion in Los Angeles differs from that in New York!"

Upon hearing Lynn say this, the pretty girl immediately picked up her bag and took Lynn's arm.

Upon seeing this, the others in the tavern immediately started whistling and making a fuss.

"Well done, screw New York, leave the heroes in Los Angeles!"

M

"Lynn, once you've experienced the passion of Los Angeles, you'll know how incredibly boring New York is!"

"Haha, Erica, take good care of our hero and let him know that Los Angeles is the most passionate city in the whole country."

Ignoring the commotion inside the tavern, Lynn took a roll of banknotes from his pocket, placed it on the counter, and then smiled at the bartender, saying, "One round on me!"

Seeing Lynn's actions, the commotion in the tavern grew even louder!

People in New York and Los Angeles have always disliked each other.

New Yorkers think Los Angeles people are a bunch of country bumpkins, while Los Angeles people think New Yorkers are a bunch of savages.

So when Lynn took the prettiest girl in the bar, the group started commotion, demanding that Erica leave Lynn in Los Angeles.

They left the tavern and led Erica into the hotel next door.

In the next room, Polaris was sitting on the bed video chatting with Laura.

"Lynn has returned to the hotel from the tavern with a beautiful girl. Laura, Barbara was right, Lynn really likes long legs!"

Hearing Polaris say this, Laura, sitting on the sofa, laughed and said, "I already knew that."

However, he must have had another purpose in doing this.

"For example, using this woman to provide a perfect alibi."

"Although we don't know what he was doing staying in Los Angeles, Kenny Davis was killed, and James..."

Duke returned from Los Angeles to investigate the matter personally, but he didn't bring Lynn with him.

"This proves that Lynn definitely has something very important to do!"

Hearing Laura's explanation, Polaris nodded slightly: "I think so too. And since Lynn brought me to Los Angeles and didn't hide anything from me the whole time, it means that Lynn really considers us one of his own."

"I just don't know if I'll be needed next."

As they were talking, Polaris heard a series of passionate voices coming from the next room.

Her face immediately turned red.

I forced myself not to listen to the sound, but the more I tried not to listen, the more the sound seemed to penetrate into Polaris's ears.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Polaris's expression was a little strange, Laura asked curiously.

"N-nothing!"

After shaking her head, Polaris quickly changed the subject: "By the way, why aren't you resting yet, it's so late?"

"Because of some things that happened in New York, three gangs in Queens were all massacred in just two days."

"Spider-Woman and Spider-Man discovered some clues at the second gang's scene and then began investigating."

"This is the first time our Illuminati has officially cooperated on an investigation, so naturally I can't be left out!"

As they were talking, Laura glanced at the signal coming from another tablet and said, "They've found that guy. I'll hang up now!"

"Okay, be careful."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine!"

Laura gave Polaris a sweet smile and then immediately hung up the video call.

After putting down the tablet, Polaris listened intently to the loud noise coming from next door.

He rubbed his slightly burning earlobes, then lay down on the bed and started counting under the covers.

After what seemed like an eternity, Polaris finally breathed a sigh of relief when the noise from next door gradually subsided.

I got up and walked towards the bathroom, but my gaze kept unconsciously drifting towards the wall.

It seemed as if the light could penetrate the thick walls and see what was happening next door.

late at night.

Looking at Erica, who had fallen into a deep sleep after being exhausted, Lynn gently ran his fingertips across her cheek.

A wisp of mist drifted out from the ring on her left middle finger and was inhaled into Erica's nostrils.

Erica quickly fell into a deep sleep.

This mist is a type of anesthetic gas. It does not harm the human body; it only puts those who inhale it into a deep sleep.

After doing all this, Lynn got up and dressed.

Then she took out a bottle of liquid from her inner pocket and applied it to her face and wrists.

As the liquid was applied, Lynn's originally handsome face gradually turned black, and he soon disguised himself as a black man.

Lynn took out a mask, hat, and weapon from under the bed and put them on. He glanced at Erica, who was fast asleep.

Then he used the teleportation skill to disappear from the room.

In a villa in San Marino, Los Angeles.

"Go to sleep early, Colin, it's already 11:30 p.m."

Hearing his wife's outburst, Colin Newman put down his newspaper.

"The FBI in New York is in the spotlight again with the Felton family cannibalism case, not to mention that it has also implicated more than two hundred high-ranking cannibals."

"If I were still at the FBI in New York, this achievement might have led to my promotion to director in two years."

Seeing her husband's regretful expression, the wife took off her glasses and smiled, "It's good this way. At least you can sleep soundly every day and don't have to get up in the middle of the night to work after receiving a case."

"snort!"

Hearing his wife say this, Colin Newman snorted, "Damn James Duke, if it weren't for him, would I, the deputy director of the FBI in New York, still need to feign illness and recuperate?"

"I've worked diligently for this country for decades, so what if I have tens of millions of dollars in overseas accounts?"

"That bastard James Duke makes dozens of times more money than I do!"

As he spoke, Colin Newman pointed to a photo of Lynn Hall in the newspaper: "Look, this is one of James Duke's dogs."

Perhaps the Felton family cannibalism case was also solved by James Duke directing this dog.

"Otherwise, James Duke wouldn't have made such a splash at that press conference; it was clearly a way to promote this obedient dog!"

Seeing her husband getting more and more agitated, the wife took a glass of water from the bedside table and handed it to him, comforting him, "Okay, okay."

Calm down. You're over sixty years old; you need to take better care of your health.

"snort!"

After humming, Colin Newman took the water glass.

I was just about to get a drink of water when I suddenly heard the sound of something being rummaged through downstairs.

Upon hearing the sound, Colin Newman immediately sat up in bed on alert.

Her son and daughter were still in England, and the nanny had long since gone home.

If there's a noise coming from the house, then a thief must have broken in.

Thinking of this, Colin turned around and took a gun from the bedside table. Just as he was about to get up, his wife stopped him: "We should call the police now. They should be here in five minutes at most."

Hearing his wife's concerns, Colin scoffed, "He's just a petty thief; we don't need that bunch of useless trash!"

After saying that, he ignored his wife's objections and walked downstairs with the pistol in his hand.

In the living room on the first floor, a man wearing a mask and hat was rummaging through drawers for valuables.

Upon seeing this, Colin Newman, who was walking down with his gun in hand, immediately raised his hand, ready to fire.

But the next second, the man, who was completely covered up, suddenly turned around and fired several shots at Colin Newman.

"Bang."

"Bang! Bang!"

Several gunshots shattered the peace of the community, and Colin Newman lay dead in a pool of blood, his face filled with disbelief.

"ah..."

His wife, who had followed him with some concern, screamed in terror upon seeing this scene.

The thief who broke in seemed to be startled and ran away in a panic.

Half an hour later, inside the hotel.

After washing up in the bathroom, Lynn regained her original appearance.

Lynn lifted the covers and lay down, then, seeing Erica still sleeping with her arms sticking out, she thoughtfully covered her with the covers.

The next morning.

Erica, gradually waking from deep sleep, saw Lynn Hall beside her.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his face.

She raised her hand, intending to gently pinch Lynn's nose, but just as her fingertips were about to touch Lynn's skin, she saw Lynn suddenly open her eyes and stare at her.

Startled by Lynn's sudden opening of his eyes, Erica pouted and said to him in a spoiled tone, "Are all you agents this alert?"

"You lawyers are quite the smooth talkers!"

Lynn raised his hand and placed it on Erica's head, smiling, "Even someone like you, a law student, is quite impressive. Besides, were you just about to wake me up?"

"I think you should try a different way of waking me up!"

"Um?"

For a moment, he didn't realize what Lynn meant, but then he felt the hand above his head gently pressing him down.

Erica rolled her eyes at Lynn before burrowing under the covers.

At the same time, at James Duke's villa in New York.

"You mean, Lynn took a female law student to a hotel last night after going to a bar?"

And then she didn't leave all night?

Upon hearing the report from the vampire Gulin Nathaniel, James Duke nodded: "I understand, but don't worry, since Lynn chose to join us, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Duke noticed another phone ringing.

"Wait a minute!"

After making the vampire Gulin wait, Duke picked up another phone and answered it.

Upon hearing the news from the other end of the phone, Duke's smile gradually began to spread.

After hanging up the phone, James Duke said to Gulin, "Remove the surveillance on Lynn; he's done his job!"

"What?"

Upon hearing Duke's words, Gulin Nathaniel's expression froze instantly: "Mr. Duke, are you saying that Lynn killed Colin Newman last night?"

"How is this possible? The people in charge of surveillance didn't see Lynn leave the hotel..."

"Ha, Gulin, this is the demonstration of ability!"

Before Gulin, that vampire, could finish speaking, James Duke laughed and said, "Lynn is a top-notch agent. If he doesn't want you to notice him, you can watch him 24 hours a day and still not find his whereabouts."

"Besides, he's already aware of your surveillance. That's it!"

After saying that, Duke hung up the phone and then, smiling, dialed Lynn's number.

Queens, inside the Illuminati base.

Seeing Peter Parker yawning, Laura handed him breakfast and said, "Don't be discouraged. We can just keep investigating after Lynn comes back."

Yes, the Illuminati's first mission ended in failure last night.

There was nothing we could do; that guy who slaughtered the gang was just too ruthless and efficient.

When Spider-Man and Spider-Woman arrived at the scene, the guy had already slaughtered all the gang members and left.

So, unsurprisingly, the two of them missed their target.

"It's not like we gained nothing at all; at least we now know who this guy's next target is."

While eating breakfast, Peter Parker pointed to a map of Queens and said, "The killer, oh..."

That was the nickname I gave him.

"This guy carried out the massacres centered around Queens and then according to the order of gang distribution."

"And all the gangs he wiped out were flour sellers, so his next target is very likely to be..."

"Based on my speculation, the killer's next target should be the blood parrot."

"Blood Parrot? What a lousy name!"

Upon hearing the gang's name, Laura remarked, "Why aren't they called Blood Tigers?"

"The Blood Parrot gang was founded less than two years ago, supposedly because the gang leader has a red parrot tattoo."

"But none of that matters. Anyway, I'm going to keep a close eye on the Blood Parrot gang these next few days."

At this point, Peter Parker looked up at Laura: "Where's Spider-Woman? Didn't she come this morning?"

"Also, Laura, you all already know my true identity, but I still don't know what Spider Woman's true identity is. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

When Peter Parker asked her, Laura shrugged and said, "If you want to know Spider-Woman's true identity, go ask her yourself."

"Also, don't you have class today? If you don't leave soon, you'll be late!"

Upon hearing Laura's reminder, Peter Parker immediately stood up from his chair: "Oh my god, I completely forgot about class today."

"Oh no, I'm definitely going to be late."

With that, Peter Parker grabbed his breakfast and ran outside, saying, "I'm off, Laura, you're in charge here..."

Watching Peter Parker run off, Laura shrugged and then started eating her breakfast.

Los Angeles.

"It was a Black man! The man who killed my husband was a damn Black man!"

When questioned by the FBI in Los Angeles, Colin Newman's wife tearfully recounted what had happened the previous night.

Listening to her story, Anthony, who was in charge of the case, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be best if it were a burglary and shooting, rather than murder. After all, the deputy director of the New York FBI being shot and killed in Los Angeles would be a huge problem for the Los Angeles FBI!

"Are you sure it was a Black man who killed Mr. Newman?"

"That's right, I definitely can't be mistaken!"

Looking at Anthony in front of her, Colin's wife said sadly, "Even though he was completely covered up, wearing a hat and a mask, I could tell from his exposed skin that he was a damn black man!"

Anthony ignored Colin's wife's somewhat racist remarks.

After taking her statement, Anthony was about to send her away when he saw Lynn Hall walk in with Barbara, Sean, and Alice.

Sean and Alice arrived in Los Angeles with Barbara using her teleportation abilities.

With the deputy chief murdered in Los Angeles, New York certainly cannot remain indifferent!

"Hello, Mr. Hall, I am Anthony Lewis."

As the head of the FBI in Los Angeles, Anthony naturally knew Lynn Hall, the rising star of the New York FBI.

"Hello, Supervisor Louis, I am here on orders from Chief Duke to assist you in the investigation of Mr. Newman's murder."

"understand."

Upon hearing Lynn's words, Anthony Lewis nodded.

"Manager Louis, what's the current situation?"

When Lynn asked him what had happened, Anthony told him the whole story.

"So, this was an accident that occurred after a burglary?"

Upon hearing Anthony's explanation, Lynn glanced at Colin's wife and then said, "Manager Louis, would you mind if I asked Ms. Newman about this?"

"Of course I don't mind."

This is the proper procedure, and Anthony cannot stop it.

What's even more troubling him now is that headquarters will send someone over.

After hearing about the case this morning, the director told him that headquarters and New York would definitely send people over.

Therefore, he must take this case very seriously and solve it as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, the FBI in Los Angeles would lose all face!

The thought of all this gave Anthony Lewis a headache.

That damn Colin Newman, why couldn't he just rest and recover in New York instead of causing trouble for people in Los Angeles?

Half an hour later, in the FBI conference room in Los Angeles.

"I agree with Director Bruce's opinion. Although the victim was our deputy director in New York, this is Los Angeles after all, and Director Louis is more familiar with it."

"Therefore, this case should be led by Supervisor Louis, with Supervisor Bruce and I assisting!"

Regarding the lead in this case, Director Bruce from headquarters shifted the responsibility to Anthony Lewis, and Lynn naturally went along with it.

Since he killed the person himself, the FBI in Los Angeles should investigate.

Anyway, once they can't find any clues, it's their business what to do with it.

When he heard that people at headquarters and in New York were directly shifting the blame onto him, Anthony Davis felt completely overwhelmed.

Last night's surveillance footage did capture that damn black man, but after expanding the search area, that damn black man vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

Where the hell do we even begin?

We can't possibly investigate every single Black person in Los Angeles!

Ignoring Anthony Lewis's attempt to say something, Lynn Hall and Director Bruce walked outside together.

Look at the two of them, they seem to be seriously discussing something, as if they are expressing their opinions on the case.

In reality, however, the two were talking about something else entirely.

Following behind the two, Sean pursed his lips and exchanged a glance with Alice.

It was obvious that Bruce and the person from headquarters knew each other from the first few days.

After such a major incident, these two people were still "seriously" discussing what to eat for lunch.

Ugh... Just thinking about how those two worked together in the meeting room, preventing Anthony Lewis from getting a word in edgewise.

Sean shook his head.

Well, that guy was just a scapegoat!

However, now that the deputy director is dead, is there any chance that the other person will become the deputy director?