Chapter 22 Colson

As the setting sun sets, there are secrets hidden in the red sky.

Eight police cars were parked around the Frank Building, and the cordon was pulled up. Chief George got out of the car. He led the team and looked up at the building. Smoke billowed from above, and the situation was worse than he thought.

To be reasonable, this is the site of Frank's drug lord, unless he wants to capture Frank or he doesn't want to step into this place.

It's a disgusting place of depravity.

But today is different. The residents in this area immediately called the police after hearing the bursts of gunfire.

George thought it was a gang rage, so he didn't rush to take all the combat forces in the bureau to get a fisherman's profit, but he didn't expect to rush into the air.

Several stalls of blood passing by on the ground make people bleed.

When I walked into the building, I saw a shocking bloody hell, none of which were live mouths, gunshot wounds, cuts, and stumps found everywhere on the 4th floor.

It appears to be caused by a high-energy explosive bomb, but no shrapnel was found at the scene.

All the way up to the top floor, the fighting took place between floors, but there was no fierce exchange of fire on the stairs.

At the same time, it can be seen that after the battle, the upper-middle class ran to the lower class to encircle and suppress them, but unfortunately they all died.

In the end, Frank, the biggest leader of the gang, was lying on the ground. Those godless eyes and desperate face all revealed the great mood swings before Frank's death.

"Director, all the surveillance cameras are out of control and there is no image." A technician came to report.

"Director, look at this!"

George stepped forward and looked at the place where the staff pointed, cracks cracked.

He wondered: "This is?"

"This kind of crack has appeared on the 4th floor. It is the same kind. What is strange is that it does not extend around, indicating that his point of action is not on the ground."

A young policeman speculated excitedly: "Could it be that the air was blown out of thin air, and the wave hit the floor?"

This idea came to him with a flash of inspiration. As a loyal fan of Saitama, he feels that he can do it with great power.

"Don't treat fantasy as reality."

The staff ran a pot of cold water and directly denied it, a guess of the true answer.

"At the same time, some of their wounds are newly added. They should be completely killed after they have killed Frank. They will not give any chance to reveal the appearance of the murderer, and the number of them is small."

George walked to the side of the red ninja, frowned and thought: "Some are not gangsters, are they ninjas?"

The surname of the matter began to change. I thought it was a gang rage, but now it is revealed that the armed forces of other countries have penetrated the United States. This is not a small matter, and it will cause international disturbances.

At this time, a policeman outside came in and shouted: "Chief, it seems that the detective is asking to see you."

George flicked his face when he heard the words and was in a terrible mood.

Then they walked into a few people in black, and they walked over the surrounding scene calmly and strode quickly.

The head is a taller, kind-looking middle-aged man who combs his hair meticulously at the back of his hairline.

"Director George, I'm an agent of the CIA Central Intelligence Agency. Here are my credentials."

The middle-aged man took out his ID and handed it over, and smiled friendly.

The middle-aged man took out his ID and handed it over, and smiled friendly.

"Oh, no, I actually saw you at noon. At that time, you showed your credentials to other police chiefs, Coleson from the FBI."

Chief George chuckled. As soon as his voice fell, Coleson didn't change his face, and the police around him put on his waist holster quietly at the same time.

The agents behind Coleson narrowed their eyes.

George paused, waved his hand and said, "Whether you are the FBI or the CIA, I know that the document is true, why? I have to accept this case again."

Director George certainly knows that Coleson is true, and saying this before so many people is an indication of dissatisfaction that the carnival case was taken over at noon.

Tenten, the police's job these days, is done by someone.

Volunteer police, a special official department, made the role of the police directly become the city management of the celestial dynasty.

"Yes, it is really helpful for you to provide us with all the information about this incident."

Coleson was not surprised when the lie was exposed. The fact that this kind of document was true was his confidence.

George, who is just the chief, knows that the more he knows, the worse, this is a deep pool, he just responded and turned and left.

Soon, the police evacuated the building instead of some powerful agents in black.

"Report this information to the director first. New York is really not peaceful."

Coleson read the police information, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

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"I am back."

Xu Mo returned to the house, took out the key, turned the door, looked at Jiali who was eating the sea, his face turned black, staring at the little loli angrily and shouted: "I'm working hard outside, you Stealing food behind my back?"

"Why did you buy three copies of this takeaway?"

"Cut, I made the surveillance probe. This takeaway is a reward."

Jia Liwo was eating pizza on the sofa, turned over with a look of disdain, and Byakugan muttered, "Xu Mo, I found you are so useless."

"…"

Don't tell the truth.

Xu Mo sat depressed on the sofa and competed with Jia Li for takeaway.

Secretly: Do you want to draw the Terminator comics?

Skynet is the artificial intelligence that dominates the world and generates self-awareness, which has risen to the level of intelligent life.

With this big killer, Tony's Jia Whis is a scum, but I don't know how it compares to Ultron.

What's more, the terminator in the later stage of the series is really good. It is enough to be a bodyguard for ordinary people, and it can be put into the company, and it can also be mass-produced.

The more Xu Mo thought about it, the more he felt it was okay. After eating the takeaway, he hurriedly walked into the study and began to draw the gourd.

Gali changed channels, and the night news host reported: An explosion occurred in a military laboratory. Witnesses said that a huge green monster was seen in the billowing smoke.