Everyone left the stage and Zhao Song made a random call.

After a while, FBI agents blocked the place, where they found immigrants who had not been sold.

When the agent saw the clean battle scene.

They knew that this place must have been washed.

The person who does this is very skilled in work.

"A black fight to eat black."

These agents cursed, but they have seen many such things. There are many volunteer policemen in this world, and many people like to ask them to clean the floor after doing things.

They have seen more.

The instigator in charge of this matter smoked a cigarette and said, "Write the report, it seems that all the prisoners have been killed, but the report cannot be like this.

Just write it like before, do you all know?"

The inspector said with some melancholy.

“We know.”

The agents understood it. An agent came here and said to the detective: "This should be a smuggling den. We found some Stark Industry weapons from there. According to our investigation, there should be some valuables here, but they are gone now. I suggest that we investigate carefully and make this case..."

The Inspector interrupted him.

“What does this have to do with us, kid, our mission is over.

We are responsible for finding the cunning villains who kidnapped girls and recovering the victims. Look, aren’t we doing this very well?

Why do you have to meddle in other people's business, child?

This is no longer something we can manage. Don’t interfere with other people’s affairs. This is my advice to you.”

The Inspector interrupted him without any doubt, and the rest of the old fried dough sticks ignored the young man.

This child is young, why isn't he enlightened?

What does those things have to do with them?

Those antiques are not yours, so why are you worried about if you lose them?
Chapter completed!