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Chapter 90 The Trouble Has Only Just Begun

Several inexperienced police officers, seeing the blood-soaked ground that was almost turning into a stream, couldn't suppress the nausea churning in their chests and abdomens, and gagged a few times.

The scenes inside the textile factory put all the police officers on edge.

Just one glance.

They were acutely aware of the horrific thugs they were about to face.

After taking a deep breath, George, who was in charge of directing the operation, said in a solemn voice.

"Special Operations, responsible for the frontal assault!"

"clear!"

"Winnie, you take one team to the left, I'll take the rest to the right!"

"clear."

After making a hand gesture, George slowly advanced to the right.

The special operations captain leading the team, and another detective from the 13th Precinct, Vinnie, also led their respective men and charged toward their assigned areas.

But whether it was George, Winnie, or the Secret Service team sent from the New York headquarters, all they encountered were corpses scattered all over the ground, nothing else.

The textile factory seemed unusually quiet.

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Just a little while.

The three groups reunited in the largest workshop of the textile factory.

"Have you found any survivors?"

"no."

"no."

After receiving the same answer from Case and the Secret Service captain, George's eyes filled with seriousness.

After exchanging a glance, the three men ordered their teams to regroup into their original formation and advance towards the last remaining area inside the textile factory.

A dozen minutes later.

Aside from the corpses scattered on the ground and the wreckage of various textile machines, the police found no survivors or other dangers at the scene.

Subsequently, a large number of police officers from the police station began to enter the scene.

"Not a single one survived..."

Even George, who had experienced many scenes, fell silent when he saw the corpses scattered all over the textile factory.

obviously.

They were late.

It's likely that the thugs who had turned the entire textile factory into a battlefield had already fled before they arrived.

Thinking about this...

George's face looked rather grim.

People were dead all over the place, but the murderer escaped. How could the police station, which hadn't even caught a glimpse of the murderer, explain this to the public?

If the results of this investigation were to reach the ears of those big-mouthed newspapers, George could almost imagine the barrage of criticism the entire New York Police Department would face.

Just then.

Winnie suddenly came running over, carrying a black plastic bag.

"George, I think you need to take a look at this..."

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This operation against the textile factory can be said to be the one with the most time to spare since Erin's transmigration.

Although it's unclear why that old guy Sloan suddenly possessed such strength, the possibility of Cross being massacred by the textile factory was already in Erin's divination.

No one knows that, given ample time, a fortune teller, to ensure his safety...

No.

It should be said that to ensure the success of the mission, a certain number of divinations will be performed.

Under such circumstances, Erin would certainly not have only one plan.

Erin even considered how to help George better prepare for the aftermath of this operation.

This bag contains the assassination list of political and business elites, and even bigwigs, compiled by "Mr. X" over the years, along with clear evidence of their crimes.

Of course, besides the evidence that Mr. X had handled, which Erin had prepared long ago.

While cleaning up the battlefield, Erin also stuffed some evidence he had just found regarding the textile factory's crimes, as well as evidence of Sloan's collusion with certain New York City council members, into a bag.

these things.

Regardless of whether Erin ultimately confronts Sloan or Cross, he will eventually fall into George's hands through different means.

Consider it payment to George.

After all, if Erin manages to escape successfully after obtaining the [Destiny Spinning Machine] and that special medicinal wax formula, George will have to clean up the mess in the textile factory.

If they don't offer some benefits to deal with guys like Sloan and Cross, George might become a scapegoat and be "sacrificed" by the NYPD.

Furthermore...

Even though Erin had all that evidence of the crime, it was useless.

Rather than keeping that thing in my possession, I'd rather give it to George to avoid him being kicked out of the NYPD.

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"What is this?"

After taking the bag from Winnie, George casually asked a question.

Winnie shook his head with a wry smile. "You'll see when you see it."

"So mysterious?"

George glanced at Winnie, and upon opening the bag, the first thing he saw was a Joker card, a common card in playing cards.

George's gaze lingered on it for a second before shifting to the pile of booklets in the bag.

Then he randomly pulled out a booklet that looked like an account book from the bag.

Pick it up.

Turn it over.

Good guy!

George's expression changed immediately after he turned just one page.

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A dozen minutes later.

George approached Gwen and Erin once again.

"dad!"

Seeing George walking towards her from afar, Gwen's worry immediately lessened, and she rushed up to hug him.

When Gwen saw George personally lead his men into that dangerous textile factory, her heart leaped into her throat.

At this moment, she finally understood why Helen was always so angry whenever George went on a mission after he was promoted to branch chief.

nonsense.

We had finally waited until George was promoted to deputy director, thinking he wouldn't be so eager to get ahead like before, but who knew George would still do things his own way and continue to fight on the front line.

How could Helen not be worried and angry?

"I'm fine, Gwen."

After hugging his daughter, George released Gwen and said to her and Erin, "Next, someone might come to take your statements and ask you to describe what happened at the scene."

Erin nodded: "Of course."

George hummed in agreement, then looked at Gwen, his gaze gradually hardening: "Gwen, I expect you to give me a satisfactory answer when you get home tonight. Tell me why you were in such a dangerous place."

Gwen stuck out her tongue.

She dared not tell George that she and Erin had come here hoping to find a way to remove the scars from Helen's legs from the textile factory.

Gwen can guarantee it.

If she dared to say that, George would definitely tell Helen, and she might face an unprecedented house arrest.

After giving the two a few more instructions, he...

George then turned and went back.

For Erin, the textile factory matter was over, but for George, a whole host of troublesome issues were just beginning.

(End of this chapter)