Anchorton is a famous technology company in Chicago, with branches and cities such as Los Angeles. Outside, the light and shadow screen full of technology plays advertisements for improving human life. Below, several police cars parked there, and the police in uniforms called the police and the supervisor was recording confessions in the lobby.

Fred looked around and didn't see the familiar figure. He didn't know whether it was disappointment or relief, so he sat on the sofa and picked up a newspaper and read it.

There were many company staff gathered on the stairs and guardrails on the second floor, hugging them into more than a dozen small circles. Seeing the supervisor who was recorded in the hall with several security guards, they whispered to each other.

"...I heard that an accident occurred in the laboratory on the twenty-fifth floor."

"How did I close it? I have been in the company for two years and I don't know what kind of experiments I did in that laboratory."

"I haven't known it for five years, but I heard that Ms. Natalie was also in the accident at the time and saw her being taken to the hospital by an ambulance this morning."

"What happened later? Was it rescued?"

“……”

In the miscellaneous whispers, several more cars drove over outside the building, and parked not far from the police car. Inspector Fred, who was sitting on the sofa in the lounge area of ​​the hall, put down the newspaper in his hand. In his eyes, the four parked cars opened the doors, walked down a line of black suits, and slid their IDs. As soon as he entered the hall, he lit up the IDs to a female policewoman coming towards him.

The person with thin cheeks turned his gaze and looked at Fred who was getting up from the sofa, with a smile on his face.

"You are really everywhere, Inspector Fred."

"I should ask you this sentence, Director Smith." Fred folded the newspaper and handed it to the policewoman beside him, keeping a smile on his face, looking at the other party with a slightly raised face, "You can even be a cure-related thing. Cia is really busy. What do you need the police to do? Do you wash the floor?!"

The assistant deputy director of Cia opposite was also laughing, but his eyes narrowed, "This is not an ordinary public security incident. We have always been very focused on the things of Anchorton Company. After all, it may be foreign-related, right..."

Smith approached the past, and the tips of the two noses were almost touched together. They looked at each other for a few seconds, staggered their cheeks, and whispered to the detective who was full of stubbornness: "Today I had two people who died in the attack. I was in a bad mood. If you know anything, it would be better to tell me that I know an Asian man, very burly."

Smith smiled and took two steps back to the people who were recording the confession, he turned around and pointed at the other person.

"You should be glad you are not a black man, Inspector! Otherwise..." He compared the pistol action and then turned around.

The policewoman holding the newspaper looked over there: "Cia's people are so disgusting."

"Their job is to disgust people, you have to get used to it." Fred smiled at her, and then ordered his subordinates to withdraw the team. Since Cia's people have come, the rest has nothing to do with them. However, he was not happy to hear that two Cia's people were killed in the attack today, and he returned to the car.

In his opinion, they are all Americans who serve the country.

"The four Chinese people are still guarding me?" He took the hot dog handed over to the back row and bit it. He received the answer from his assistant. He nodded, looked at the figure of a group of Cia in the glass door of the hall, and whispered: "Go back and take them to the interrogation room, they may know something."

"Head, our authority..."

Before an agent in the back row finished speaking, Fred, the co-pilot, punched the door. As the vehicle was driving, he turned his face sideways, his face full of anger.

"Fuck the power, shit, I'm so angry now. I'm going to get the first news and burn it in front of these sarcastic cias, and piss them off!"

Of course, Fred was just talking anger. The three systems have always been not harmonious. Especially in the last incident of Li Ran, after he was suspended by the other party through relationships, the anger was kept holding on. After Li Ran died, he felt like he was in a state of a volcano that was about to erupt and could not be vented.

The police car was transported into the traffic and drove along a direction to the city. At this time, the sunlight in the clouds was slanted, and the late autumn light was still a bit warm. A window glass on the Chicago Police Department building, and the noise in the office inside was noisy, like a bustling city.

Liuying standing on the street was unhappy, chewing gum on her legs and waiting to record her confession. The door of the small house next to her opened, and a black man with a bruised face was pushed out by two white policemen, and he took a pen and stuffed it into the other party's hand, pointed at the place where he signed it, and asked the other party to sign it.

Then he carried his collar and dragged the black man to the custody room. Behind the iron fences were mostly rogues and gangsters in the city. Some of them watched the police pass by, slapped the iron fences and slapped, and were beaten by the baton.

Another cell not far away was square and not spacious, with seven or eight people standing or sitting on benches close to the wall, listening to the four Chinese youths squatting on the chair in the middle, speaking and gestured excitedly in their stuttering English.

"Tell you, your American police are too violent, especially the unfair treatment of black brothers. Look, white people commit crimes on the streets, and they are obviously treated differently from black people commit crimes on the streets. What's the use of buying just zero yuan? What's the use of raising signs and protesting? It will only make them look down on you. You only know the immediate interests. Next time I will bring you a few books, which are very advanced ideas, so that you can know what unity means to unite everything. By the way, I'll bring you a book to fight guerrillas at that time..."

Under the pale light of the dome, several black young men around him touched their chin thoughtfully, but some people were unhappy. When they talked about their awesome experience, they were interrupted by Wang Feng, among the four young men, gave him a thumbs up, crossed his legs, and looked at the black man disdainfully.

Lowered his voice.

"...You are just a small fight and have a shallow understanding. Let me tell you, what have I seen before with my four brothers? There are so many strange things in this world, there is a kind of stone... People can gain superpowers by just touching them, but if you have to sacrifice some things, you may die directly."

"And, have you seen toads wearing clothes? We have seen and can talk. A few years ago, the four of us lived with it, well, and an old donkey with hair loss. We are also very good at taking pictures!"

"If the four of us hadn't had some courage and had a wide range of knowledge, we would have been scared to pee our pants... Don't ask, it must have been the creature infected with redstone that had mutated! The intelligent intelligence has taken over the instinct high ground!"

The chattering and stuttering words sounded in this cell, and even the two prisoners in the neighboring rooms were amused by the words of the four, full of a pleasant atmosphere.

Soon, footsteps sounded in the aisle, and a fat white policeman looked around in disgust, knocking the baton in his hand on the iron pillar of the fence, and attacking the four Chinese youths inside.
Chapter completed!