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Chapter 42 Reflection

Joaquin nodded. "Because it involves a secret department, I'm sorry, George."

"All right!"

Since Joaquin had said that, what could George do? As a police officer, George was well aware of the federal confidentiality regulations.

At last.

Left with no other option, George eventually let the FBI take over the case.

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"Thanks, George. If you ever need any help in the future, feel free to contact me anytime. You have my phone number."

As the operations director of the FBI's New York field office, Joaquin clearly didn't want to fall out with George, the promising NYPD division chief, and thanked him profusely.

Joaquin and his men took over the scene.

"Everyone, search the entire scene again to see if anything has been missed. Report back immediately if you find any information..."

"The trace evidence team immediately began analyzing the monster's behavior to see where it came from."

"Bioinformatics people, immediately analyze that monster's flesh and tissue to see if it carries any infectious viruses. I need to know this immediately, understand?..."

Amidst Joaquin's roar, the FBI agents proceeded methodically.

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the other side.

Grant Ward, having left in a disheveled state, reluctantly dialed Nick Fury's number again.

"Chief, I'm sorry, I messed up?"

On the other end of the phone, Nick Fury calmly said:

"A temporary setback is nothing, and believe me, Grant, that thing will eventually come back to us. That's the power that the International Security Council has given us."

After World War II, in order to solve various strange and supernatural events, the International Security Council specifically established the Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Bureau.

Although Grant Ward was sent back in a sorry state by the FBI today, Nick Fury, backed by the International Security Council, is not worried.

I'm not in a hurry.

If all else fails, we can just buy the information from the FBI; the Strategic Homeland Security, Attack and Logistics Agency is not short of money.

If all else fails, he can ask Pierce for help.

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The FBI acted very quickly.

Not long after Erin finished giving his statement in a car, their bioinformatics testing team obtained numerous reports from the mangled flesh and blood of the spider-faced creature.

Holding the reports in his hand, Fatty Joaquin walked towards George and the others and said, "Good news. Although the monster's flesh and blood are a bit disgusting, it doesn't carry any infectious viruses."

George breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "This is the best news I've heard all night."

Upon hearing this, Erin looked up and asked, "In that case, Mr. Stacy, may I go back now?"

Upon hearing this, George looked at the fat man, Joaquin.

The case is now under the FBI's control, and whether Erin can leave directly depends on the FBI's decision.

Seeing this, Joaquin nodded: "The statement has been taken. As long as you are sure you are okay, you can leave at any time. Of course, I personally suggest that you go to the hospital to check if you are injured. Don't worry, the FBI will reimburse the cost of the checkup."

Then, the fat man, Joaquin, turned to George and said, "You're the same, buddy."

"That would be perfect."

George didn't really care, but he wouldn't refuse Joaquin's offer either.

"No need for a check-up, I just have some scratches."

After shaking the band-aid on her hand, Erin laughed and said, "Rather than going to the hospital for all sorts of tests, I'd rather go home, take a good shower, and get some sleep."

"Okay, if you feel unwell, you can call this number anytime to contact me."

Whether it was because George and Erin seemed a little too close, or because he felt Erin, who had been in contact with the Spider-Man, needed to be observed, after thinking for a few seconds, the fat man, Joaquin, handed Erin a business card.

"Thank you, sir."

At this moment, George spoke up, "Jacques, can you help me find a car to take Erin home? It's getting late, and it's not easy to get a taxi."

As he spoke, George glanced at his watch, which showed that it was one o'clock in the morning.

"sure."

Turning around, Joaquin called over an FBI agent and asked him to drive Erin home.

Seeing this, Erin did not refuse George's kindness. He politely thanked George and Joaquin, saying, "Thank you."

George waved his hand: "Go back early."

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After half an hour.

Erin smiled and waved goodbye to the FBI agent who had personally escorted him to the door.

After seeing Erin enter his house, the FBI agent who had brought Erin back quickly left.

Erin's face quickly darkened as she closed the door.

He took off his coat, went into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror with a bandage on his forehead, looking somewhat disheveled, and then slapped himself hard.

"You didn't even do a divination before going out? And you call yourself a diviner!"

Before leaving home, Erin never imagined that this trip would put him in such a dangerous environment.

They didn't even have the awareness to do a divination for themselves.

If it weren't for the fact that Erin has suffered from a severe lack of security ever since that kidnapping,

If I always carry that egg-shaped grenade with me, tonight, let alone defeating the Spider-Man and obtaining Fate Points.

Even his own safety is difficult for Erin to guarantee.

Having just become a fortune teller, he had already mastered some basic divination skills, but he never realized that he could apply them to his daily life.

This is actually a cognitive barrier.

It wasn't until after this crisis, when Erin reflected on himself, that he realized this.

"I'm still too weak right now. In the future, I should try to do a divination before going out to check if it's auspicious or inauspicious. There are also some things I need to change as soon as possible."

He gave a wry smile.

He turned on the valve, scooped up a handful of water, washed his face, and then perked up again.

Although encountering the human-faced spider was somewhat dangerous, I still managed to gain 300 Fate Points.

These are the turning points of fate.

Erin had no intention of keeping them.

Tonight's experience made Erin realize once again the reality of her own weakness.

He must quickly arm himself and become stronger.

Thinking about this...

Erin closed his eyes.

In a daze, Erin felt his soul leap over a thin membrane and re-enter the space where the scales of fate were located.

Having entered the space where the Scales of Fate were located multiple times, Erin's curiosity diminished. He directly summoned the Compass of Fate and made a triple draw.

In an instant, he cleared out the 300 Fate Points he had just acquired.

They threw themselves into the grand scheme of the lottery.

The next moment.

The enormous phantom of the Compass of Fate flickered once again before Erin.

(End of this chapter)