Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

There were only three FBI agents, and the LAPD was the primary force responsible for arresting the unlicensed doctor. No one believed arresting a doctor would be a problem; the only concern was whether the illicit funds could be seized at the same time.

But this was a black neighborhood after all, and no one dared to come unarmed with just an arrest warrant. So everyone was armed to avoid any accidents.

The reason for such a grandiose move is simply because the terrain of this location is quite complex, with numerous passages extending in all directions. A massive manpower expenditure is required to completely seal it off.

After all, no one wants to let the 600,000... well, the suspect escape from their grasp.

At the on-site commander's radio command, the assault team immediately set out. Even the FBI agents, aside from the supervisor, followed at the rear of the team, rather than all remaining in a safe location awaiting the results.

All of them were wearing bulletproof vests with the words "POLICE" or "FBI" clearly marked on them, and they rushed into the alley in a single column.

At the end of the alley, the half-rolled iron door of the target clinic had the word "Fixman" written on it as described in the news.

Although the target should not be threatening, everyone still follows the CQB tactical principle and hides themselves in a position where the enemy cannot attack them immediately. Instead of standing in a row in front of the door like in the movies, waiting to be shot.

After everyone was in position, the officers standing on either side of the rolling door tapped the lead officer on the shoulder. The two officers, understanding each other, lifted the rolling door from both sides, opening it completely in one go.

Then, a police officer with a battering ram smashed down the door to the back room. Everyone rushed into the room, shouting, "Police, everyone, don't move!"

Then, a few half-grown black children were frightened by a group of armed police officers.

Some people were sleeping on the beds or on the floor, while the few awake ones sat on the sofa in front of the TV, taking turns playing the Super Nintendo game, Super Mario World. This is what most people think of as the fourth generation.

With so many kids, the oldest was probably barely out of elementary school. Besides the TV and a game console, there were a few empty pizza boxes and Coke bottles in the room. Not to mention rice or leaves, there wasn't even a pack of cigarettes to be found.

Not only were the police and FBI agents dumbfounded, but several children who were pointed at with guns were so frightened that their limbs were shaking uncontrollably.

The children who were woken up were not much better off. When they opened their eyes, they saw a group of police officers holding guns. Some of them thought they were dreaming and rubbed their eyes.

Then a strong smell of urine hit my nose. It seemed that someone was scared and wet his pants.

"Tucker! What are you doing here? Why don't you go home?" A black policeman stood up among the attacking policemen and pointed at one of the children and shouted.

One of the children shrank his head and tried to hide like a quail, but was pulled out and said, "Dad, this is Liv's secret base. We are just here to play games."

"Come here early in the morning to play games?"

"I lived here yesterday..."

"What? You didn't go home!"

"Mom knows that I'm going to live in Liv's house. But we're not staying at Liv's house. Instead, we're going to his secret base."

The child who was called out several times also lowered his head, trying to reduce his presence.

"How come I didn't know about this?" the policeman, who is a father, shouted excitedly.

But the child seemed to be bolder and raised his voice to reply: "You didn't come home yesterday, what should I say to you?"

Andrew Saxon's criminal gang consisted of nearly a hundred people, all of whom were arrested.

Just recording the confessions one by one kept the police and FBI agents extremely busy. They also had to assign personnel to keep an eye on the tinker and escort Andrew Saxon to the hospital. It's safe to say everyone was working at full capacity.

Under such circumstances, which policeman can go home and have a good sleep? Of course, they all have to stay in the police station and work overtime.

We need to get the procedures done quickly before sending them to the detention center. Otherwise, if hundreds of people were to crowd the police station, it would be a riot. If they started causing trouble, it would be a real hassle.

How could a father complain about these things to a child who was not yet an adult? He was going through all kinds of Fuck drama in his heart, but he couldn't vent his anger on his son.

The commander of the raiding team acted decisively, saying, "Everyone, check the room and be on guard." He then put away his gun, walked over to an obviously older child, and asked, "Are you the only ones here?"

These kids hadn't yet acquired the street spirit. Facing the armed police, they were very restrained and respectful, saying, "Yes, sir, it's just us."

"No adults have been here?"

"Well, only the pizza delivery guy. He should be an adult."

"You said you were all staying here. Did anyone come and leave?" the police captain asked sharply.

"Yes, Mike, Xiao, Alan..." The child listed several names in a row without even thinking about covering up for his companions. He was very disloyal.

Hearing that there were so many people, the police captain was overwhelmed. He asked again, "Who are these people?"

"Our classmates. Some are from the same class, some are from the same school, but I know them too."

"which school?"

"Asperco Elementary School, sir."

This is almost a must-answer question.

The police officers who had been searching everywhere also returned to the hall. Everyone put away their guns and shook their heads regretfully.

The team leader looked at the two FBI agents in silence, and the two looked at each other in bewilderment. It seemed that this trip would be in vain.

At this time, a child said tremblingly: "Sir, will you arrest us?"

Can they arrest them? The police station is already in chaos. Taking all these kids back will only make things worse!

The police captain said seriously, "That's up to you, kids. First, tell me, who owns this place?"

"Liv..." "Liv." The frightened children answered impatiently, looking at the older child who was trying to hide.

The child, betrayed by a group of people, had no choice but to stand up and say, "Sir, this is my uncle's house. He told me it's empty and I can come over and play."

"Where did these things come from?" the police captain asked, pointing to the TV and game consoles in the room that the children obviously couldn't afford.

One of the children raised his hand and said, "My dad didn't want the TV anymore. We've got a bigger one at home."

Another child said, "I brought the game equipment. My dad bought it for me."

The police captain noticed that the two children's clothes were of good quality, likely from well-off families, and unlikely to have stolen them. He then asked, "Where did you get the money for food and drink?"

"My pocket money..." "I paid too." "I also..." Several children half-raised their hands reluctantly, looking aggrieved.

At this moment, the commander on the scene came over the radio. "Captain, please report if you've apprehended the suspect. Over."

Chapter 244 Failed Mission

In the office of the Assistant Director in Charge, the head of the FBI Los Angeles office, stood three FBI agents headed by James, reporting on the failed mission to arrest the Tinker.

The assistant director looked at him like he was a fool and said coldly, "So the tinker never returned to his clinic. You dispatched a large number of people without any confirmation. And you only caught a bunch of bastards, right?

"If they were just ordinary little bastards, it would be fine. But the police officers' kids, the city councilmen's kids... Do you know how many complaints I get directly to my office? Guess why I haven't strangled you to death yet?"

The person who was speaking became angrier and angrier, and in the end he was just about to pound the table.

Agent James, who had single-handedly led the effort to arrest the Tinker, said grimly, "Sir, we've confirmed that the Tinker abandoned the illegal clinic, but we haven't lost all our leads."

The assistant director in charge suppressed his voice, as if speaking from deep in his throat, and said, "Oh, we still have some clues to look for."

"He's a waiter at the Continental Hotel. We can get more information from there about his true identity and whereabouts. We could even ask the Continental Hotel to hand him over."

Hearing Agent James's response, the Assistant Director's temper instantly cooled. He stared at the man's unwilling expression with a deadly gaze. Finally, he blurted out, "Approved. Go ahead."

"Yes." The Assistant Director's prompt agreement left Agent James feeling a bit incredulous. He looked at the man rummaging through files on his desk and asked tentatively, "So, sir, when will you be at the Continental Hotel?"

"Me? I'm not going."

"Who's going to ask questions then?"

"Whoever came up with the idea should go. What do you need? A court order? An arrest warrant? An investigation warrant? I can give you whatever you want, and you can figure it out yourself later."

Ignoring the old detective's crumbling face, the assistant director found a file, threw it in front of the other two, and said, "You go investigate this case."

"Yes, sir." One of the remaining two agents, who had been in the FBI longer, saw that things were not going well and was given an opportunity by his superior, so he quickly took it over to prevent the old agent from assigning the impossible task to them.

It would have been fine if they hadn't read the file, but once they saw the contents, their expressions suddenly changed. The younger man complained, "Sir, this is the Zodiac Killer case. Isn't it still an unsolved case? Is there new evidence?"

"Go out and look for it, maybe you can find it."

"But sir..."

"roll!"

The two young men fled, leaving the veteran agent James with a scowl. The FBI's local office supervisor wasn't going to go easy on them either. He pointed at the door and said, "Get out too."

Hearing this ruthless scolding, James also wanted to explode on the spot.

But the other party was his superior; secondly, although there was no substantial loss due to the failure of this mission, it would inevitably be recorded on his resume.

Add to that the incident at the Mainland Hotel, and everyone in the know knew what a trap this was. So this was a red line. He could only leave in frustration.

After all those incompetent subordinates had left, the supervisor who had been pretending to be busy with his head down slumped in his chair and let out a long sigh.

At that moment, a black man with a buzz cut emerged from the small conference room attached to the office. He was about the same age as the Assistant Director, both in their thirties or forties. Unlike most agents, who wore formal suits, he was dressed rather casually.

He said, "Owen, is this the fun of being in the FBI? Watching people all day trying to replace you, or trying to harm your subordinates. With those guys whose IQs are questionable, I wonder if you've been assimilated by them."

"At least we're dressed like decent people, Fury. Unlike you, who's like one of those black guys who got out of the army and can't find a decent job and has to live off his pension. When his pension runs out, he either gets VA money or joins a gang."

"Ha, after all, I'm also a secret agent for an official agency. I do just as much as you do, and my work is far more important than just federal affairs. Although in some ways, it's several times worse than being in the mafia."

"Have you been promoted to a management position? Or are you just a soldier, managed by others? After all, you were promoted to colonel in the Army. If you had come to the FBI with me, we could go back to headquarters and get promoted to real management now, right?"

"And then you have to do everything according to the rules, and lead a bunch of troublesome subordinates. I would rather go back to the army and lead those mentally retarded soldiers than lead these guys with bad intentions." Black Nick Fury taunted and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the wine cabinet.

"Hey, you're really proactive. Do you know that that bite may be worth a month's salary to you?" said the FBI's assistant director in charge.

Black Nick Fury took a sip, his eyes widening with a rather amused expression. He looked at his glass and said, "I didn't think so at first, but now that you've said that, I suddenly think this whiskey tastes good."

"Right. Hey, hey, put down the wine." Director Owen looked at his old comrade and poured another large glass, saying with reluctance.

"You know why it tastes so good? Because I know it'll make you heartbroken. Otherwise, this would taste like piss, and only rednecks like you could drink it."

"Goddammit, you should just drink your cheap Pappy Van Winkle bourbon. That corn-based stuff is only for you black people."

"Hey, hey, watch your mouth. Los Angeles was the hardest hit by last year's racial discrimination incident. I don't need to warn you about what will happen. And Papi Pop is not cheap. One bottle costs me a month's salary."

Taking the wine back from Black Nick Fury, Director Owen grumbled and complained, "One of my drinks is worth a bottle of yours. What are you trying to compare with me?"

"Ha." Sitting in the guest seat opposite the director's desk, Black Nick Fury put both legs on someone else's table and drank the expensive liquid gold in the glass happily.

Director Owen ignored the eyesore and said, "Now that you've had my wine, tell me what you know about the Tinker."

"Are you asking me for information?"

"Unless his intelligence is classified so highly that I can't even listen to it, then tell me what you have. I don't care about you guys always using my FBI ID to do things."

"What I know is the same as what you know. No more, no less." Black Nick Fury said slyly.

"That is to say, there are still some parts that cannot be said." Owen said with understanding.

Black Nick Fury smiled and said nothing.

Chapter 245 Two Fury

November in Los Angeles can be quite chilly with occasional heavy rain. On days when it's not raining, the temperature can soar from around 10 to 20 degrees Celsius, making it the most challenging climate to dress in.

In the morning, you have to put on a coat, but by noon, you're down to a short-sleeved shirt. It's not until the evening, when you're shivering from the cold, that you realize you misplaced your coat.

However, for Los Angeles, home to Hollywood, this is the warm-up period for awards season. Celebrities eager to compete for awards start frequenting various events to increase their exposure.

But this year, no matter who got the most exposure, they all lost to a young star, River Phoenix.

But no one would be jealous, because it was paid for with a life. On October 31, the young Venice Film Festival winner died suddenly of a drug overdose.

The young actor's comedy drama "Love" which was supposed to be released nationwide this fall had its release plan cancelled due to the dishonorable death of the leading actor.

Therefore, this movie, which was only screened in some cities, has been listed as one of the least profitable movies in 93.

The reason why the sudden death of the actor couldn't generate a Hollywood-style commercial carnival is that the film's open ending should have given people hope, but now it doesn't. A bittersweet film ended up being more bitter than sweet because of the real actors.

If the tone or genre of the film was different, or if the actors died in a different way, perhaps the film's commercial value would be different.

But too many people saw him collapse in front of the bar and be taken away in an ambulance. Even if the producers and the media wanted to whitewash him, they didn't know where to start.

A film ending that promises a bright future, but in reality, the actor kills himself with drugs. This is a complete mockery of the film, so how could it possibly do well at the box office? So, Paramount simply released it directly to video.

But the waves this incident caused behind the scenes were no smaller than those in Hollywood, and even more so.

At least when Black Nick Fury returned to his apartment and saw the one-eyed White Nick Fury, he was quite surprised. "Oh, who is this? Isn't this the busy man Nicholas Joseph Fury?"

"Second generation, don't use that tone. At least I didn't let you grow up in an environment like the slums."

"Call me Max Jason. I'm not used to hearing you call me Second World. At least the name my mother gave me still has a trace in this world. I'll express my gratitude another time. Let me guess, what's the reason you came to the West Coast? The Joker, right?"

"It's not a good thing to know too much information beyond your authority," Bai Furui warned.

Young Hefferry scoffed and said, "Is this something I would actively seek out? With so many people publicly seeking this kind of information, I'd know it even if I didn't want to."

Bai Fuli did not continue to pester him, but turned around and asked, "Who was responsible for River Phoenix's death?"

Heffernan said bluntly, "I don't know. All the organizations that have kidnapped him and privately interrogated him about Joker intelligence are suspects. Including those behind you and me."