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Heffer, who had just gotten off the car, shrugged and said, "Remember? I just experienced a big battle between the Kree and the Skrulls, and there was also a brief appearance by a Kryptonian."

"Does anyone know you have this thing?" Bai Furui asked sternly.

"I knew from you how important this thing was, so I did everything myself. I didn't rely on anyone else, including getting this freezer," Havre said.

"If anyone on Earth knew this thing could possibly exist, it was the former Air Force test pilot. After all, it was her credit. But she didn't know what to do with it, or who would do it."

Lying in the freezer is Minerva, a female Kree member of the Kree Star Troopers who was fighting with the Quajet piloted by Maria Rambeau and was eventually shot down.

This was the only Kree body Havre had ever found. In the Kree cruiser in space, the Kree they had eliminated seemed to have been recovered by their own people, and not a single body could be found.

Actually, there was also the Elemental Devourer, the Goose. But right now, it hasn't even vomited up the Cosmic Cube, so no one knows if this little guy will spit these things out like a cat vomiting a hairball.

Bai Furui remembered the information he had revealed and had to advise: "The Infinite Formula is a curse. I was ordered to use it. If I had the chance to choose again, I would not use it at all. What do you plan to do with this stuff now that you have collected it?"

"I'm not interested in potions that require constant use but have limited ingredients. But I think an infinite formula should have more possibilities than just making some damned person live longer. Oh, this is not directed at you, old man."

"Okay, I will give you the relevant information about the Infinite Formula. But you have to know that if this thing leaks out, the pressure you will face will be unimaginable. Those old money people are trying to put pressure on you to take over the S.H.I.E.L.D. laboratory." Bai Furui gave a final warning.

"I know." Heffery said confidently.

Chapter 384: Prepare to Release

What can be done when there is insufficient evidence in a case, or even when the original order is questionable?

Of course they release him. Is it possible to force a conviction by showing evidence when there is no evidence?

If the person is an insignificant nobody, a marginal figure in society, they might resort to some trickery, fabricate some evidence, and kill him. Don't think the FBI is some glorious and upright place, and that they won't do any harm.

Unfortunately, the other party is not the kind of person who can be easily manipulated by public power. He also has a famous lawyer at his side, which makes him the FBI's most troublesome target. Moreover, they also know that what they did was extremely unethical, so they don't know how to appease the other party.

After hanging up the phone with Nick Fury, Owen Davis didn't have time to think about how to deal with this old comrade. He was desperately thinking about how to clean up the aftermath.

By reading the information of the parties involved - of course, the part they could collect - Owen Davis had an idea in mind.

He personally went to the interrogation room, which was the temporary location for the parties and their accompanying lawyers.

To be honest, this whole thing is as ridiculous as anything Owen Davis has ever seen.

The accused didn't know what they had done, so lawyers naturally had no way to assist in their defense. The organization that issued the order to kill and arrest them on the spot couldn't produce any legal evidence of their actions. After contacting them, they only received an "administrative oversight" response.

The result was that the FBI, having captured the suspect, didn't know what to do with him, while the suspect and his lawyer sat in the interrogation room, staring at each other in bewilderment. They didn't dare to speak out loudly in FBI territory.

After all, the man wasn't some low-income peasant, or someone struggling to even meet the tax threshold and relying on subsidies to survive. He was the most popular man in Hollywood at the time.

Of course, this buzz wasn't in the press, but rather among Hollywood insiders. Movie-grade digital imaging technology touched the hearts of countless people, and it also piqued the interest of countless others.

With such a person, Owen Davis didn't even think of pushing his subordinates to take the blame. Because none of his subordinates could handle it, and it would all come back to him in the end. So it was better to just go it alone and take on the responsibility himself.

And the man behind the other party is Tony Stark. If he is provoked into coming forward, he will have to fly his own director from Washington, D.C. Guess who gets fired in the end?

The key to Owen Davis's breakthrough was that although his opponent was careful,

He still vividly remembered the time when two agents had been tricked by him and forced to be deployed to Alaska. Although those two had resigned after only a few days of deployment, it was still a minor stain on his career.

But he wasn't one of those wealthy people who wielded their power. He was a stickler for rules and possessed special abilities, but his mindset was that of someone from the lower classes, afraid of trouble and dreading hardship.

This doesn't mean that people from better backgrounds are not afraid of trouble or worry. It's just that they can afford to pass on the troubles to others, such as hiring lawyers, silencing others, or finding someone to take the blame.

So in their daily behavior, these people would appear unscrupulous. Fortunately, the guy in front of me was not such a person.

Although it is difficult to intimidate someone with a lawyer by their side, it is not impossible to find some legal means to make the other party back down.

Having made up his mind, Owen Davis had the documents prepared and then fixed his appearance in front of the mirror. With the demeanor of a superior and a serious expression, he, accompanied by his subordinates, entered the interrogation room, which had been silent for a long time.

He first introduced himself: "Owen Davis, Assistant Director in Charge of the FBI Los Angeles Field Office."

The hand of friendship was extended to the barrister first. After the two shook hands cautiously, he shook hands with Henry Browne perfunctorily.

The barrister's failure to correct this attitude, whether intentional or not, is a very intriguing concept. Owen Davis considered himself to have won a small victory.

Both parties took their seats.

The experienced FBI regional commander had no intention of letting the lawyer control the pace. He began by saying, "I would like to first apologize to Mr. Brown for disturbing you for so much of his time.

"According to our investigation, the arrest warrant for Mr. Brown was the result of an administrative error by another unit. This occurred because the criminal acts of other mutants were mistakenly attributed to Mr. Brown and then incorrectly reported to the national police system.

"Once Mr. Brown signs this statement, he can leave."

As he spoke, the capable detective who had accompanied him into the interrogation room placed a document on the table and pushed it out.

It's a statement that the person wasn't mistreated. These law enforcement agencies are also wary of potential disputes later on, so as long as the person truly hasn't committed any wrongdoing, they'll still preemptively sign a waiver before releasing them, noting any potential disputes.

The lawyer was all too familiar with this kind of routine. He took it and looked at it. Nothing major was wrong with it; it was just standard regulations and sentences. He placed it in front of Henry and nodded to his client.

Henry didn't bother to talk nonsense and just signed his name. He had been delayed by the police and the FBI for a long time and was already impatient.

"Can my client leave now, Director Davis?" the lawyer asked, standing up and buttoning his suit. It was clear he was quite confident he could leave.

However, Owen Davis did not give in. Instead, he said seriously: "In fact, we still have a small problem to solve."

"what is the problem?"

Taking another thicker document from the agent behind him, Owen Davis flipped through it casually, glanced at it for a few seconds, then placed it on the table and pushed it out. He said:

"We don't need an additional court order to search the crime scene. However, because there are quite a lot of information devices at the scene, rather than traditional paper documents, we have to hand this part over to a dedicated person to handle the investigation.

"Unfortunately, due to negligence on the part of the investigative forensic team, the information technology equipment seized from Mr. Brown's home has been lost. We have appraised the equipment listed in the records and determined a compensation amount.

"In addition, we have also appraised the damage caused during our investigation. As long as Mr. Brown agrees, we will immediately issue a compensation check. You can go back and buy new furniture and equipment."

Of course, the lawyer read the content first and found no major problems with the wording and format, so he passed it to Henry.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but once Henry did, he was so angry he laughed. Putting aside the insignificant furniture, the highest-priced item on the list of compensation for his own information equipment was the Stark computer he'd bought four or five years earlier! And that was even after depreciation.

The rest of the equipment, because they had no brand names, was deemed worthless scrap metal. If it were truly scrap metal, it would have at least been weighed and given a scrap metal price. The FBI, however, compensated each piece individually, paying only a few dollars, less than the scrap metal price.

That is to say, after his home was raided and all his information, audio and photographic equipment were officially defined as "lost", the compensation he could get was less than one thousand taels, only a little over seven hundred taels.

More than half of the money came from that antique Stark computer. All the time and knowledge Henry had invested in his homemade product was worthless according to the official appraisal.

How can I not laugh at this?

Chapter 385 Lost Items

Henry's grim expression was a sufficient signal. Even if the barrister despised this impoverished young man who had suddenly risen to power, he wouldn't show it. He was still very considerate, as a lawyer should be.

Recalling the figures he had seen earlier, the barrister said, "Director Davis, you should be aware that losing evidence is a serious dereliction of duty."

"Mr. Brown is not a suspect, so those items are just safekeeping items. Even so, we are indeed responsible for the loss of the safekeeping items, so we are willing to offer compensation. I think this is a reasonable and legitimate solution."

Of course, Owen Davis's soft yet tough counterattack would not be taken seriously by a big lawyer.

But Henry thought further. Valuation, aside from items with clearly marked prices and depreciation standards, is a matter of personal judgment. Those who need something will bid a high price, while those who don't might not even accept it, even at a discount.

The hand-made equipment has no commercial pricing, no patents, and no precedent for sales.

If someone treats it as scrap metal, should we explain to them how much technical content is contained in it? Or should we prepare a technical document and ask industry leaders to come forward and provide guidance?

Once the item falls into someone else's hands, the authorities will insist that it is waste and it will be thrown away no matter what.

As for where the items went, Henry knew without further ado that they must have gone into the pockets of those who 'needed' them. He couldn't believe that so many, such large items could disappear!

The FBI's actions are meaningless and unfounded. If no one is behind it, they won't act. Once they do, how can they keep the food in the pot?

So, this was something he had to admit. It was thrown away, and Henry didn't feel bad about it. He had more pressing matters at hand, so he asked, "What about my pets? And my car? When can I get it back? I wonder if those two are lost too."

"Mr. Brown, your car is in the LAPD's storage facility and can be picked up anytime. As for your pet..." Owen Davis felt a headache again when he thought of the tiger. "It should be in a temporary shelter. You can pick it up anytime there as well."

"Yeah, I get it." Those things were gone, and if Katie was abused and developed some bad habits, it would be more trouble than it's worth. Henry took the document and raised his pen.

But he didn't rush to sign his name. Instead, he asked the lawyer beside him, "Is there any legal problem with this document, sir?"

"No. If you agree to the compensation amount, once you sign this document, the items on the list will be lost property and have nothing to do with you. However, the FBI still has the responsibility to recover the lost property, but when they will be recovered is uncertain."

"Well, that's all." Just as he was about to sign, the pen stopped in mid-air. Henry asked, "Director Davis, although the items are not on your lost and found list, I have a mobile phone in my name on it.

"Did you take it with you? Maybe it got mixed in with those things? Did you try to call? Maybe the things were just sent somewhere and the person who received them forgot. If you hear the phone ring, you'll know."

Owen Davis said: "I know what Mr. Brown means. I will have my men check it again."

"Thank you for your help," Henry said, signing his name without hesitation. Immediately, an FBI agent handed him the prepared check and a receipt for the signed documents.

Henry took the receipt and the check, and without caring whether the number on it, which looked like the same as the one he used to pay a beggar, was correct, he stood up and prepared to leave.

He said to the barrister beside him, "Sir, could you give me a ride? I need to go to the storage yard to get my car."

The big-name lawyer didn't think much of it. Even though it wasn't within his area of ​​expertise, he nodded and said, "Sure, I'm going that way anyway. But isn't Mr. Brown going to pick up your pet first?"

"You dare?"

Henry's rhetorical question reminded the barrister of his client's 'pet'. A fully grown tiger! He didn't even have to worry about getting his leather seats dirty; he had to first consider whether he dared ride in a car with a tiger.

The lawyer gave an awkward laugh and said, "Mr. Brown, please come with me. My car is in the parking lot, and yours will be towed to the LAPD storage yard. I'm familiar with the place, and I'll give you a ride."

"Oh, a big lawyer like you can also help deal with the problem of car towing?" Henry asked in surprise.

"No, actually it's due to business needs. Some customers don't have that much patience and are willing to wait while I look for a parking space. So I often interact with people at towing lots."

"Ha, a little person with a little bit of power likes to make things difficult for others and show off his existence."

While he couldn't agree more with his client's words, lawyers should always speak objectively. He smiled and said, "That's their duty, and that's all they can do."

"Yeah." Henry certainly wasn't unaware of the lawyer's disdain, but he acted as if he didn't know and chatted politely with him.

With those two troublemakers gone, Owen Davis finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was almost the best situation he could have imagined. There were no unnecessary negotiations, no extra troubles, and the matter was resolved perfectly.

Before leaving the interrogation room, Owen Davis patted the agent who had followed him in. He said earnestly, "Be more careful next time. I was lucky today and was able to resolve the issue, but will I be as lucky tomorrow?"

Owen Davis, who would say these things, certainly knew how those things were 'lost'. That was why he was giving a gentle warning.

"Yes, sir."

The agent who followed his superior out did not return to his desk, but instead found a quiet place and made a phone call.

Someone picked up the phone and asked, "Is everything you're supposed to give complete? Why are you calling again?"

"Damn it, be careful what you say on the phone. Don't say anything you shouldn't. I'm telling you, there's nothing wrong with that guy. He's been released. His stuff has been declared lost property, and there was a phone inside. Find a way to get rid of it."

"You can chase people by phone?"

"I won't admit to such a thing. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." After saying that, the FBI agent hung up the high-risk call because he noticed footsteps.

He quickly took out a cigarette and smoked it, as if he had come to this place just to take a puff.

A colleague who passed by didn't suspect anything and lit a cigarette next to him. The two chatted about the recent cases and exchanged experiences and opinions.

On the other end, in a research lab, someone who had taken the time to answer the phone pondered the message on the call. After all, if the matter wasn't important, the other party wouldn't have called.

Chapter 386 I'm Not Kind, I'm Just Lazy

If that person is in jail, or at least embroiled in legal trouble, he won't have the time to worry about the lost items. But if he's fine, how could he not look for them?

Therefore, those who took the initiative to leave these things behind must be on guard.

The "phone" mentioned in the notice was likely a wireless cell phone. No one would deliberately bring a landline in this situation. However, they had checked several times and found no cell phones or similar homemade items.

Then the easiest way to locate the phone is to dial it and use the ringing sound to find the phone.

Using the list at hand and the investigation report on the target, the researcher found a private phone number, not a company-issued phone, and called it. However, no one heard the phone ring amidst the pile of research materials.

After letting the phone ring for a moment without a response, the researcher hung up. Perhaps this news was just a misunderstanding, or some kind of blackmail.

Little did they know that the timer inside the host had already started.

But this timer is very insidious. There is no beeping sound or countdown panel reminder. Only the electronic components are started internally.

Although there was an ultra-high-frequency sound, inaudible to ordinary people, alerting a certain Kryptonian that the device had activated. If you don't want to clean the environment, just shut it down. Obviously, this is not a Kryptonian home, and the one who can hear it is not here.

Actually, this approach completely violates the principle of creating exits in a maze and leaving escape routes in traps. However, the purpose of a destruction device is to let you know when to stop, without alerting others. Isn't that right?

Anyway, ten minutes later, the man who dominated all this, Mickey Schulhoff, just left Sony's US branch building in Los Angeles.

He took the news from his researchers very seriously. Many of them had been transferred from the Japanese headquarters and had just arrived today to conduct equipment cracking operations and technical research.

In order to allow these people to work with peace of mind, Mickey Schulhof had to meet with the FBI boss in Los Angeles to add an extra layer of insurance to this matter.

The Lexus LS, the company's official car for the president, was parked at the entrance of the building.

Although this is a branch of a Japanese company in the United States and many rules and regulations are followed, Mickey Schulhof still likes the two rows of employees who line up to greet him when he enters and leaves the building.

Don't talk about cultural dregs. Anything that makes you happy is a good habit worth keeping. As for whether others feel the same way, that's their business.