Inside George Stacy's office at the New York Police Department.
“George, is the Daily Bugle publishing stories about Spider-Woman and Spider-Man again?”
Donald placed a cup of coffee in front of George Stacy, who was holding the Daily Bugle and reading the news.
As the Deputy Director of the Police Department and also George's decades-long partner, Donald understood George Stacy's thoughts perfectly.
He was a traditional old Police who believed that vigilantes like Spider-Woman and Spider-Man were completely disrupting the rules.
Hearing Donald’s voice, George Stacy put down the Daily Bugle in his hand and said, “Recently, Spider-Woman and Spider-Man have been appearing more frequently.”
“Although they often help civilians in need and have even apprehended some criminals, what they are doing is disturbing 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 us?”
Well, the United States doesn't really have anything like 'chivalrous acts'.
So George was a bit displeased with Spider-Woman and Spider-Man arbitrarily arresting criminals.
Listening to George’s words, Donald chuckled and didn’t argue.
Instead, he picked up the newspaper, glanced at it, and then said to George, “It’s clear the Daily Bugle is really going all out to blacken Spider-Man’s name!”
“But they’ve been merciful towards Spider-Woman, even though Spider-Woman and Spider-Man are doing the same thing.”
“Is it just because Spider-Woman is a female?”
Hearing his old friend’s words, George Stacy recalled the criminals hanging on walls, caught in spider webs.
That was the first time Spider-Woman appeared to apprehend criminals, and then notified him to clean up the mess!
After that, although Spider-Woman contacted him a few more times, each time the criminals were fixed to the wall by webs.
He had never met Spider-Woman.
Otherwise, he really wanted to talk to Spider-Woman and tell her that doing this…
Mid-thought, George Stacy's phone suddenly rang.
He picked up his phone, saw the familiar unnamed number, and answered the call.
“Director George, a gang murder occurred in District 17. The killer massacred all members of the 17 Gang.”
“We did not find any traces left by the killer at the scene.”
“You didn’t tamper with the crime scene, did you?!”
On the other end of the phone, hearing her father’s question, Gwen used a voice changer and said, “Don’t worry, the crime scene is perfectly preserved. Send forensic experts over as soon as possible!”
With that, Gwen directly hung up the communication.
Listening to Gwen end the call, Peter Parker, who was inspecting the scene, suddenly looked up.
“What’s wrong?”
Gwen asked, looking at Spider-Man Peter Parker staring at her through his mask.
“Nothing, but just now, listening to your tone, it sounds like you’re very familiar with Director George. Do you two know each other?”
“If so, that’s great! You know the Director of the New York Police Department, and our Illuminati leader is Lynn from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
“Then in the future, won’t we have to worry about being officially…”
“The leader’s identity cannot be known by anyone else except a few of us. Also, I’ve only contacted Director George a few times.”
Looking at Peter Parker, Gwen explained, “But Director George clearly believes we are disrupting the normal order of society, so…”
“How can he think that? We are clearly doing good deeds, protecting those civilians.”
Listening to Peter Parker, who sounded a bit agitated, Gwen said, “Now is not the time to talk about these things. The Police will arrive in five minutes.”
“So, we need to find traces of the killer as soon as possible. I’ll check the back door!”
With that, Gwen hurried towards the alley behind the gang’s stronghold.
Los Angeles.
“Immortality has always been something people pursue.”
Watching the huge screen displaying some test subjects spraying Fire, and others freezing their surroundings.
Some people could even lift objects more than a dozen times their own weight.
James Duke looked at Lynn and smiled, “No one is not afraid of death, so whether they are wealthy or political figures, they are all exploring ways to prolong life.”
“The reason HYDRA chose to cooperate with Vampires was to research drugs that could prolong life.”
“After all, the lifespan of Vampires is extremely long!”
Hearing James Duke say this, Lynn’s expression remained solemn.
Looking at the dozens of artificially created test subjects who possessed supernatural abilities for a short period.
Lynn asked, “So, HYDRA’s secret research succeeded?”
“Not yet.”
Shaking his head lightly, Duke took out a cigar and offered it to Lynn.
Seeing that Lynn didn’t take it, Duke didn’t insist: “Some HYDRA members hope to rule the World through the power of technology, even transferring the soul of a scientist who should have died to a computer.”
“Some HYDRA members cooperate with AIM, which split off in the nineties, to create Super Soldiers.”
“There are even some HYDRA members who continue to build Bases in various corners of the World.”
“And I, I want to master the continuation of life. After all, most of us HYDRA leaders are old, unlike you, you are only 24 years old, still young!”
“Unfortunately, there has been no progress in the current research. The Vampire blood serum can only create some failed products that temporarily possess 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 playing out in every corner of the Earth.”
“And the ordinary people suffering these hardships, as if in hell, no matter how they pray for God’s mercy, God’s mercy never descends upon them.”
“So only we, Lynn, only we HYDRA can change all of this, and only when HYDRA truly controls this World can this situation be changed and absolute fairness be brought to this World!”
With that, Duke took a new cigar from his pocket and placed it in Lynn’s hand.
“I know, people your age grew up listening to the stories of Steve Rogers, but Lynn, facts have proven that the World Steve worked so hard to save is wrong!”
“Join us. Once you become a part of HYDRA, you can have absolute power, status, money, and the ability to change this World!”
“I believe you will make the right choice!”
After saying that, James Duke turned and left with the Vampire.
Leaving Lynn alone in the room, silently looking at the cigar in his hand!
Inside the lounge.
Taking the red wine offered by the Vampire, James Duke looked at the monitor screen, where Lynn was sitting on the sofa, his expression constantly struggling and changing.
“Mr. Duke, do you think Lynn Hall will agree to join our HYDRA?”
Facing the Vampire’s question, Duke chuckled, his eyes full of confidence: “He is a smart man, so he will definitely make the most correct decision.”
“What if he refuses?”
Looking at the confident Duke, the Vampire smiled and said, “After all, someone who grew up listening to Captain America’s stories, and whose adoptive father is an upright Police, should be very difficult to accept us!”
“You underestimate Lynn too much. If he were the kind of rigid person who doesn’t know how to adapt, how could he, at such a young age, sit in the position of Assistant Supervisor?”
“Moreover, not everyone is qualified to be brought by me to this Base and witness HYDRA’s secrets.”
There was a sentence Duke didn’t say aloud, which was that Lynn should be very clear about what awaited him if he didn’t join HYDRA after knowing these secrets.
Duke truly admired Lynn.
And Lynn was exceptionally capable and possessed strong personal charisma.
He was truly very suitable to lead the younger generation of fledgling members.
If Lynn could pledge allegiance to HYDRA, then he wouldn’t have to worry about many things!
“By the way, has your Vampire and human gene transformation project succeeded?”
“It still failed.”
Facing Duke’s inquiry, the Vampire shook his head: “Although he initially wasn’t afraid of sunlight and possessed some of the Vampire’s abilities.”
“But he didn’t even last a day before dying from organ failure.”
Hearing the Vampire’s answer, a hint of disappointment flashed in Duke’s eyes.
He was already over fifty years old, so he needed to find a way to prolong his life.
Perhaps, he should talk to Ophelia and see how her cyborg experiments were progressing!
Outside.
Seeing Lynn, who once again reported no dangerous situations, Polaris, disguised, walked into a store.
Polaris didn't care at all about the young Black man who was robbing the store.
Instead, she leisurely picked up a bag of snacks, intending to pay after the young Black man finished robbing the store.
As Lynn’s subordinate, Polaris was not short on money now, so naturally, there was no need to do something like ditching the bill.
However, seeing that the young Black man actually pointed a gun at her, Polaris frowned.
But then she thought that if she acted here, people in the building would discover her.
Polaris, wearing a red wig, took out a roll of banknotes from her pocket and handed it to the young Black man.
Seeing that the red-haired woman in front of him was so sensible, the young Black man quickly ran out with his stolen loot.
And the store owner who had been robbed seemed to be accustomed to all this, so when he saw the bag of snacks in Polaris’s hand, he directly said, “Seven dollars in total.”
Hearing the store owner’s words, Polaris shrugged, then took out a 20-dollar bill from another pocket and handed it to him.
After taking the dollars, the store owner shrugged, looking at the empty cash drawer, and said, “All the change was stolen. Why don’t you take a little more?”
Hearing the store owner’s words, Polaris turned around and took some more food from the shelf.
The whole process was very natural, making the store owner think that Polaris was also from this slum.
Seeing Polaris about to leave, the store owner suddenly asked, “How much?”
“Hmm?”
Hearing the store owner’s words, Polaris, who was about to walk out the door, looked at him with some confusion.
Seeing that Polaris didn’t understand, the store owner pointed out the window and said, “It’s still daytime, so not the overnight kind!”
“I’m not doing that business anymore. I’ve saved enough money and plan to go to college.”
“Tsk, then you’re really lucky!”
“Yes, I also feel very lucky to have escaped the gang’s control.”
With that, Polaris turned and left the store.
It was a very ordinary conversation. Anyone who heard it would think it was two locals talking.
No one would have thought that this beautiful red-haired girl was actually the daughter of the famous Magneto.
The next morning.
The door of the lounge opened, and the Vampire looked at Lynn, who had been sitting on the sofa all night, his expression now back to normal.
He couldn't help but wonder what kind of choice Lynn would make.
Duke, however, looked at the lit cigar and then smiled with satisfaction.
“After returning this time, Richy can be put on a leisurely post. He has complained to me more than once that he wants to live a retired life.”
Seeing Lynn make his choice, Duke smiled contentedly.
【James Duke Favorability: 5】
Seeing Duke's favorability increase to 5, Lynn Hall showed no pretense: "Thank you, Director."
"Although I haven't quite adapted to my new identity, no matter what you command, Director, I will strive to complete it!"
Lynn understood that while he had agreed to join HYDRA, it wouldn't be easy to gain Duke's trust.
This wasn't something that could be achieved by simply saying a few words.
Without a doubt, Duke would surely ask him to present something akin to a 'letter of submission'.
After all, if Duke didn't have leverage over him, how could he truly trust him?
So, since that was the case, Lynn might as well proactively bring it up.
This way, he could gain greater benefits within HYDRA!
Indeed, when Duke heard Lynn's proactive "request to serve," he was even more satisfied.
"Lynn, do you know why I insisted on bringing you to Los Angeles?"
"Because of this Base?"
"No, HYDRA has many Bases; at least, the Bases I control are not limited to just this one in Los Angeles."
Patting Lynn's shoulder, Duke smiled: "Our Deputy Director of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation is from Los Angeles."
"He has been recuperating in Los Angeles for over half a year due to 'illness.' Such a person, who occupies a position without performing its duties, is not suitable for our New York Federal Bureau of Investigation."
Hearing Duke say this, Lynn nodded: "I know what to do!"
"Very good!"
James Duke again took out a cigar and handed it to Lynn, saying: "After you've done this, return to New York and be promoted to Agent Supervisor."
"Next year, I will find a way to make you acting Deputy Director, so that when I leave New York two years from now, you can naturally take over the position of Director of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"Although you are still young and your promotion speed is a bit too fast, you don't need to worry about the review process; the Department of Justice also has our own people!"
"Thank you, Director!"
Listening to Duke's grand promises, Lynn said "gratefully"!
Standing outside the building, Lynn Hall watched Director Duke leave in his Chevrolet.
He took out a cigarette and slowly lit it.
He had finally joined HYDRA.
For Lynn, joining HYDRA was absolutely the most beneficial choice for maximizing his interests at the moment.
As long as he eliminated the Deputy Director now, he could be promoted to Agent Supervisor upon his return.
And next year, he could temporarily serve as Deputy Director. Once Duke left the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation, the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation would belong to him.
This was HYDRA's promise to him, and Lynn was quite satisfied.
Slowly exhaling smoke, Lynn's gaze turned to the Vampire standing inside the building.
Seeing Lynn's gaze on him, the Vampire performed a bowing gesture towards Lynn.
Clearly, after Lynn joined HYDRA, his position was higher than his!
He crushed the cigarette butt, returned to the car, and Lynn drove the Chevrolet towards downtown Los Angeles.
Seeing Lynn drive away, the Vampire said to his subordinate beside him: "Monitor Lynn Hall's every move at all times."
"Only after confirming the death of the Deputy Director of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation, then remove the surveillance!"
"Yes!"
Hearing the Vampire's command, the subordinate immediately went to make arrangements.
On the other side.
Watching Lynn drive away alone, Polaris sniffed: "It seems it's not over yet, but the fact that Lynn can drive away alone means his situation has improved a lot."
Saying that, Polaris glanced at the building located in the slum.
After putting on her hat, Polaris looked around, then turned and left.
In the evening, at a bar in Los Angeles.
"Haha, so you did it on purpose? I can just imagine how embarrassed Tony Stark must have been facing that dark cave at the time."
Looking at Lynn with hazy eyes, the slightly tipsy beautiful girl giggled: "I thought a national hero like you would be a very serious person, but I didn't expect you to be so interesting."
Picking up his glass and shrugging, Lynn looked at the glowing White woman in front of him and smiled: "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, who 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!"
At this point, the beautiful girl's fingertips lightly traced Lynn's hand.
Her voice also carried a hint of teasing: "Since you didn't receive a medal from the President, do you want to receive a reward from the people?"
"If I don't accept this reward, it will disappoint the people, won't it?"
"Hehe, of course, this is the most sincere gratitude!"
"Then what are we waiting for? I also want to see how Los Angeles's enthusiasm differs from New York's!"
Hearing Lynn say that, the beautiful girl immediately picked up her bag and linked arms with Lynn.
Seeing this, the other people in the bar immediately started whistling and cheering.
"Well done, screw New York, keep the hero in Los Angeles!"
"Lynn, once you experience the enthusiasm of Los Angeles, you'll know how 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 United States."
Facing the cheers in the bar, Lynn took out a roll of banknotes from his pocket, placed them on the counter, and then smiled at the bartender: "My treat for a round!"
Seeing Lynn's action, the cheers in the bar became even more lively!
People from New York and Los Angeles have always disliked each other.
New Yorkers thought Los Angeles people were a bunch of bumpkins, while Los Angeles people thought New Yorkers were a bunch of barbarians.
So when Lynn took the prettiest girl in the bar, these guys started cheering, telling Erica to keep Lynn in Los Angeles.
Leaving the bar, he took Erica into the hotel next door.
In the adjacent room, Polaris was sitting on the bed video chatting with Laura.
"Lynn has taken a beautiful girl from the bar back to the hotel, Laura. Barbara was right, Lynn just likes long legs!"
Listening to Polaris, Laura, sitting on the sofa, smiled: "I've known that for a long time, but he must have another purpose for doing this."
"Like using this woman to provide a perfect alibi or something."
"Although I don't know what he's doing in Los Angeles, Kenny Davis was killed, and James Duke returned from Los Angeles to personally investigate the matter but didn't bring Lynn back 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 Lynn really considers us his own people."
"I just don't know if I'll need to make an appearance next."
As she was speaking, Polaris heard waves of passionate sounds coming from the next room.
Her small face immediately turned red.
She forced herself not to listen to such sounds, but the more she tried not to listen, the more the sounds seemed to penetrate into Polaris's ears.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Polaris's unusual expression, Laura asked curiously.
"No, nothing!"
After shaking her head, Polaris quickly changed the subject: "By the way, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet?"
"Because something happened here in New York. In just two days, three gangs in Queens were all massacred."
"Spider-Woman and Spider-Man found some clues at the second gang scene and then began investigating the matter."
"This is our Illuminati's first formal coordinated investigation, so naturally, I can't fall behind!"
As she was speaking, Laura looked at the signal coming from another tablet and then said: "They've found that guy. I'll hang up now!"
"Okay, be careful."
"Don't worry, nothing will happen!"
Smiling sweetly at Polaris, Laura immediately hung up the video call.
After putting down the tablet, Polaris tilted her ear and listened to the loud sounds coming from next door.
She rubbed her slightly flushed earlobes, then lay on the bed, clutching the duvet, and began counting.
She didn't know how long passed, but when the sounds from next door gradually stopped, Polaris finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
She got up and walked towards the bathroom, but her gaze kept unconsciously turning towards the wall.
It was as if her gaze could penetrate the thick wall and see what was happening next door.
Deep night.
Looking at Erica, who was exhausted and sound asleep, Lynn's fingertips gently traced her cheek.
A wisp of mist from the ring on his left middle finger inadvertently floated out and was inhaled by Erica.
Soon, Erica fell into a deep sleep.
This mist was a type of anesthetic gas; it caused no harm to the human body, only causing the inhaled person to fall into a coma.
After doing all this, Lynn got up and put on his clothes.
Then he took out a bottle of liquid from his inner pocket and applied it to his face and wrists.
As the liquid was applied, Lynn's originally handsome and charming face gradually darkened, quickly disguising him as a Black man.
He took out a mask, a hat, and weapons from under the bed and put them on. Lynn glanced at the sleeping Erica.
Then he used his teleportation ability to disappear from the room.
Los Angeles, in a Villa in San Marino.
"Go to bed early, Colin, it's already 11:30 PM."
Hearing his wife's nagging, Colin Newman put down the newspaper in his hand.
"The New York Federal Bureau of Investigation is making big headlines again with the Felton Family cannibalism case, not to mention it also implicated over two hundred high-ranking cannibals."
"If I were still at the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation now, that credit might have allowed me to be promoted to Director two years from now."
Seeing her husband's regretful expression, his wife took off her glasses and smiled: "This is good too, at least you can sleep soundly every day, and you don't have to get up in the middle of the night to work after receiving a case."
"Hmph!"
Hearing his wife say this, Colin Newman snorted: "Damn James Duke, if it weren't for him, would I, the Deputy Director of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation, still need to pretend to be sick and recuperate?"
"I've worked diligently for this country for decades, so what if I have tens of millions of U.S. dollars in my overseas account?"
"That bastard James Duke must have taken dozens of times more money than I have!"
Saying that, Colin Newman pointed to Lynn Hall's photo 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 let him steal the show at that press conference; it's clearly to promote this obedient dog!"
Watching her husband get more and more agitated, his wife took a glass of Water from the nightstand and handed it to him, comforting him: "Alright, alright, calm down. You're over sixty, you need to pay more attention to your health."
"Hmph!"
After snorting, Colin Newman took the Water glass.
Just as he was about to drink, he suddenly heard a rummaging sound from downstairs.
Hearing this sound, Colin Newman immediately sat up vigilantly in bed.
His son and daughter were still in Britain, and the nanny had long since gone off duty.
Now that there was a commotion in the house, it must be some clueless thief who had broken in.
Thinking of this, Colin turned around and took a gun from the bedside table.
He was about to get up when his wife stopped him, "We should call the Police now.
The Police can be here in five minutes at most."
Hearing his wife’s concern, Colin scoffed, "It’s just a petty thief, no need for those useless people!"
With that, he ignored his wife’s protests and walked downstairs with the pistol.
In the living room on the first floor, a man wearing a mask and a hat was rummaging through drawers for valuables.
Colin Newman, who came downstairs holding a gun, saw this and immediately raised his hand, ready to shoot.
But the next second, the heavily wrapped man suddenly turned around and fired several shots at Colin Newman.
"Bang."
"Bang bang!"
Several gunshots broke the quiet of the neighborhood, and Colin Newman fell into a pool of blood, his face full of disbelief.
"Ah!"
His wife, who had followed him out of worry, screamed in terror at the sight.
The thief who broke in seemed startled and fled in a panic.
Half an hour later, inside the hotel.
Lynn, who had finished washing up in the bathroom, returned to his original appearance.
He lifted the covers and lay down, seeing Erica sleeping with her arm exposed, Lynn thoughtfully covered her with the blanket.
The next morning.
Erica, gradually waking from a deep sleep, unconsciously smiled when she saw Lynn Hall beside her.
She raised her hand, wanting to gently pinch Lynn’s nose, but just as her fingertips were about to touch Lynn’s skin, Lynn suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her.
Startled by Lynn’s sudden open eyes, Erica playfully said to Lynn, "Are all you Agents so alert?"
"You lawyers are quite eloquent too!"
Lynn raised his hand and placed it on Erica’s head, smiling, "Even you, a law student, are very impressive.
Also, were you trying to wake me up just now?"
"I think you should try a different way to wake me up!"
"Hmm?"
For a moment, she didn’t understand what Lynn meant, but then she felt the hand on her head gently press her down.
Erica rolled her eyes at Lynn and then burrowed into the covers.
At the same time, in James Duke’s Villa in Queens.
"You mean Lynn went to a bar last night, took a female law student to a hotel, and didn’t leave all night?"
Hearing the report from the Vampire, Gulin Nathaniel, James Duke nodded, "I know, but don’t worry.
Since Lynn chose to join us, then…"
Before he could finish speaking, Duke noticed another phone ringing.
"Wait a moment!"
After telling the Vampire Gulin to wait, Duke picked up the other phone and answered it.
When he heard the news from the other end of the line, Duke’s smile gradually spread.
Hanging up the phone, James Duke said to Gulin, "Cancel the surveillance on Lynn.
He has already completed his initiation!"
"What?"
Hearing Duke say this, Gulin Nathaniel’s expression instantly froze, "Mr. Duke, are you saying Lynn killed Colin Newman last night?"
"How is that possible?"
The people responsible for surveillance didn’t see Lynn leave the hotel…"
"Heh, Gulin, this is a display of ability!"
Before the Vampire Gulin could finish, James Duke smiled, "Lynn is a top-tier Agent.
If he doesn’t want you to notice, then even if you watch him 24 hours a day, you won’t find his whereabouts."
"Besides, he has already noticed your surveillance, so that’s that!"
With that, Duke hung up the phone and then smiled as he dialed Lynn’s number.
In the Illuminati Base in Queens.
Looking at Peter Parker yawning, Laura handed him breakfast and said, "Don’t be discouraged.
We can just continue the investigation after Lynn comes back."
Yes, last night was the Illuminati’s first mission, and it ended in failure.
No way, that Carnage gang member was too swift and decisive.
By the time Spider-Man and Spider-Woman arrived at the scene, that guy had already slaughtered the gang members and left.
So, it was only natural that the two of them came up empty-handed.
"It’s not like we gained nothing.
At least we’ve already guessed who this guy’s next target is."
While eating breakfast, Peter Parker pointed at a map of Queens and said, "The Carnage.
Oh, that’s the nickname I gave him."
"This guy uses Queens as his axis and massacres according to the order of gang distribution."
"And all the gangs he eliminated were drug dealers, so his next target is very likely to be…"
"According to my speculation, the Carnage’s next target should be The Blood Parrot."
"The Blood Parrot?
What a terrible name?"
Hearing the gang’s name, Laura complained, "Why don’t they call themselves the Blood Tiger?"
"The Blood Parrot gang was just established less than two years ago.
I heard it’s because the gang leader’s tattoo is a red parrot."
"But none of that matters.
Anyway, I plan to keep an 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 Spider-Woman’s true identity.
Isn’t that a bit unfair?"
Facing Peter Parker’s question, Laura shrugged and said, "If you want to know Spider-Woman’s true identity, go ask her yourself."
"Also, aren’t you going to class today?
If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late today!"
Hearing Laura’s reminder, Peter Parker immediately stood up from his chair, "Oh my goodness, I actually forgot I had class today."
"It’s over, it’s over, I’m definitely going to be late now."
Saying that, Peter Parker grabbed his breakfast and ran out, saying, "I’m leaving, Laura.
I’ll leave this to you…"
Watching Peter Parker run out, Laura shrugged and then began to eat her breakfast.
Los Angeles.
"It was a Black man, a damn Black man who killed my husband!"
Facing the interrogation of the Los Angeles Federal Bureau of Investigation, Colin Newman’s wife cried as she recounted what happened last night.
Listening to her account, Anthony, who was in charge of the case, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a home invasion and shooting, not a murder, which was the best outcome.
After all, for the Deputy Director of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation to be shot and killed in Los Angeles, this would be a huge problem for the Los Angeles Federal Bureau of Investigation!
"Are you sure it was a Black man who killed Mr. Newman?"
"Yes, I would never be mistaken!"
Looking at Anthony in front of her, Colin’s wife said sadly, "Although he was completely covered and wearing a hat and mask, I could tell from the exposed skin that he was a damn Black man!"
Facing Colin’s wife’s somewhat racially discriminatory remarks, Anthony pretended not to hear.
After finishing the statement, Anthony was about to send someone to escort her away when he saw Lynn Hall enter with Barbara, Sean, and Alice.
Sean and Alice had come to Los Angeles with Barbara using her teleportation ability.
With the Deputy Director killed in Los Angeles, New York certainly couldn’t remain indifferent!
"Hello, Mr. Hall, I’m Anthony Lewis."
As the Agent in charge of the Los Angeles Federal Bureau of Investigation, Anthony naturally knew Lynn Hall, the rising star of the New York FBI.
"Hello, Supervisor Lewis, I have been ordered by Director Duke to assist you in investigating Mr. Newman’s murder case."
"Understood."
Hearing Lynn say this, Anthony Lewis nodded.
"Supervisor Lewis, what is the current situation?"
Facing Lynn’s inquiry, Anthony recounted the events to Lynn.
"So, this was an accident that occurred after a home invasion?"
Hearing Anthony’s explanation, Lynn glanced at Colin’s wife, then said, "Supervisor Lewis, do you mind if I ask Mrs. Newman a few questions?"
"Of course not."
This was standard procedure, and Anthony could not object.
What bothered him more now was that headquarters would send people over.
After hearing about the case this morning, the Director told him that both headquarters and New York would definitely send people over.
So, he had to take this case very seriously and solve it as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, the Los Angeles Federal Bureau of Investigation would lose face!
Thinking of all this, Anthony Lewis felt a headache coming on.
Damn Colin Newman, couldn’t he have just recovered in New York instead of coming to Los Angeles to cause trouble?
Half an hour later, in the Los Angeles Federal Bureau of Investigation conference room.
"I agree with Supervisor Bruce’s opinion.
Although the deceased is our Deputy Director from New York, this is Los Angeles, after all, and Supervisor Lewis is more familiar with it."
"So, this case should be led by Supervisor Lewis, and Supervisor Bruce and I will assist!"
Regarding the leadership of this case, Supervisor Bruce from headquarters pushed the responsibility to Anthony Lewis, and Lynn naturally went along with it.
He was the one who killed the person, so it was only natural to let the FBI in Los Angeles investigate.
Anyway, after they failed to find any clues, how to handle it was their business.
Hearing that the people from headquarters and New York directly pushed the responsibility onto him, Anthony Davis felt his head swell.
The surveillance footage from last night did indeed capture that damn Black man, but after expanding the search area, that damn Black man seemed to have vanished into thin air without a trace.
Where the hell was he supposed to start?
He couldn’t possibly investigate every Black person in Los Angeles!
Ignoring Anthony Lewis, who wanted to say something, Lynn Hall and Supervisor Bruce walked out together.
Watching the two of them seriously discussing something, it seemed as if they were offering opinions on the case.
But in reality, these two were talking about other things.
Following behind the two, Sean pouted and exchanged glances with Alice.
It was obvious that their boss and Bruce from headquarters knew each other.
After such a major incident, these two were still "seriously" discussing what to eat for lunch.
Tsk… Thinking about how in the conference room just now, these two cooperated with each other, making it impossible for Supervisor Anthony Lewis to get a word in.
Sean shook his head.
Well, that guy was just a pure scapegoat!
However, with the Deputy Director dead, did their boss have a chance to become Deputy Director?
