“I hate investigating missing cases.”

New York, Manhattan District.

Two men in suits got out of the car, one of them was a white FBI looking up and sweeping over the shabby environment near the apartment.

His eyes fell on the monitor of the street lights not far away, and then said to his colleagues beside him: "Don't forget to remind the people in the surveillance room of the police station to call out the surveillance video for this period of time."

"The premise is that the monitor is still operating normally, not broken for no reason."

Following the eyes of his colleagues, another FBI agent also looked up at the location of the monitor and shrugged.

"This is New York, and the city has enough funds to keep these cameras running."

Based on the differences in state regulations and fiscal revenue, they also have different ways of maintaining police force from each other.

Hearing the colleague's answer, the FBI agent shrugged without comment.

He looked down at the archives in his hand and quickly locked in a nearby apartment.

"According to the address information provided by the reporter, it should be here..."

...

George, at home.

Agent Zhou glanced at the direction of the bedroom.

Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the missing girlfriend in front of him, and asked with a serious expression.

"Ms., has George ever had any conflicts or disputes with anyone in his daily work or life?"

"No, I've said that George has a good relationship with everyone. He likes to joke, but he won't annoy others because of it because he..."

Shaking his head, he repeated what he had just said to Amanda to the agent Zhou in front of him again.

Twist!

She opened her mouth and was about to ask agent Zhou to retrieve her missing boyfriend.

Suddenly, the knocking sounded from outside the door forced her to stop the words on her lips, and opened the door under the gesture of Agent Zhou.

"Hello, ma'am, we are FBI agents..."

Looking at the face that appeared behind the door, the white man quickly took out his ID and introduced himself.

"I have a few questions, I want to ask, and I hope you can cooperate with our investigation."

“FBI?”

At the door, when I heard the white man's self-introduction, the missing girlfriend's face suddenly showed a confused expression.

"I can understand your doubts at this moment, ma'am, I will explain you in more detail in the subsequent investigation."

Detecting the doubts on the woman's face, the FBI agent mistakenly thought that the other party was surprised why the FBI agents were investigating the missing case, and then spoke up to explain.

"I'm not surprised by this, just, FBI agent..."

"Why are there so many FBI agents investigating in a missing case?"

At the door, the missing George's girlfriend looked back and looked at the agent Zhou and others in the room. The doubts in her tone became even more obvious.

There is no doubt that the identity used by Amanda's investigation is also an agent of the FBI.

"So many FBI agents?!"

I heard the surprise in the missing girlfriend's tone.

Two FBI agents at the door immediately looked at each other. They placed their hands on the gun handle behind their waists, and warned at the missing girlfriend at the door: "Madam, please keep your movements and open the door and retreat to a safe place."

Hearing the warning from the FBI agents, especially when they noticed their alert actions, George's girlfriend's expression immediately became panicked. She subconsciously followed the command of the FBI agents to open the door. Then she saw the two FBI agents at the door taking out their pistols, pointing them at the people in the house, and making a loud warning: "Now, everyone is not allowed to move!"

Inside the house, two FBI agents introduced themselves to the missing girlfriend as soon as the knock on the door sounded.

Agent Zhou already knew that their identities were exposed.

Therefore, while the FBI was drawing guns to warn.

The BSI in the room took out their pistols without hesitation, forming a dangerous confrontation with the FBI at the door.

"Put down your weapon, lie down, and put your hands on your head!"

...

"Here, come!"

San Marino.

Looking at the dangerous form presented on the broken panel of the system, Zhao Yuan stopped the movements in his hand and slightly shied the corner of his mouth.

Even if he just passed the system screen, he could feel the tense atmosphere on the scene.

This plot is not in his original script plot.

But it's unexpectedly touching.

In Zhao Yuan's hand, he felt the caress from the top of his head suddenly stopped.

[Voodoo Doll] Lift up his eyes formed by red buttons, tilted his wool head and looked at Zhao Yuan who was motionless in front of him.

He raised the trident as thick as a toothpick in his hand and carefully poked his palm hanging in the air.

"Um."

The slight tingling pain from the palm made Zhao Yuan take his attention back from the system screen in front of him, and looked down at the red buttoned eyes of the [Voodoo Doll] in his hand. He put down his hanging palm and continued to touch the soft wool head of the [Voodoo Doll].

His eyes continued to pay attention to the confrontation in the system without blinking.

...

New York, Manhattan, George's home.

In the bedroom, Spike faced the situation that was about to break out.

But he still picked up the tea cup in his hand with a calm look on his face and took a sip of hot tea. His whole person seemed out of place with the tense atmosphere around him.

Next to him, Amanda pointed the gun at the two FBI agents at the door, but the expression on his face was obviously unable to calm down like Spike.

She had imagined the situation where BSI and FBI collided.

But I didn't expect that it was so intense as soon as I started.

"Who are you?"

Standing at the door and sweeping through the people inside the room, the expression on the FBI agent's face was extremely solemn.

"What is the purpose of appearing in the home of a missing person? What is the connection with the disappearance that occurred in New York!"

The fact that Amanda and others appeared at the home of the missing person made FBI agents subconsciously connect them with the frequent disappearances in New York.

“We are the FBI…”

His eyes swept through the dark muzzles of two FBI agents, and agent Zhou answered silently.

"Don't try to fool us with this trick, we are the FBI agents!"

There is no doubt that Agent Zhou's answer attracted more intense refutation from two real FBI agents. They interrupted before Agent Zhou finished speaking.

The scene became tense for a while.

Aware of the atmosphere gradually moving towards the edge of danger, Amanda had to speak, and glanced at the missing girlfriend who was huddling behind the door.

“BSI…”

"I am the team leader Amanda. This is Agent Zhou, Agent Phil and Agent Angela..."

"There is another person, the guy sitting in the bedroom and drinking tea!"

Hearing Amanda's self-introduction, the two FBI agents looked at each other for a moment, and then the white agent pointed at Spike in the bedroom and asked.

"He's Spike."

Faced with the FBI agent's questioning, Amanda turned his head and glanced at Spike beside him and replied in a low voice.
Chapter completed!