Marvel, who rescued him? !

A few days after the review, Gilder gave him good news.

Looking back at the ward where he had stayed for more than two weeks, Taylor's face was full of reluctance.

"Farewell, cage~"

Then his expression changed, and he walked out without hesitation, stood next to Gilder, stretched out his hand to him with a smile on his face and said:

"We will all be colleagues from now on, so I need you to take good care of me."

Glancing at Taylor's extended hand, Gilder sneered.

"Kit~ put away your tricks. You can fool them, but you can't fool me. Tell me~ how did you escape the confession agent?"

"Huh? What?" Taylor looked confused.

"An organization that can delete memories, you can tell it's a lie~ Have you really lost your memory?"

His clear eyes looked into Gilder's hazy eyes. He looked carefully, trying to see something from Taylor, but found nothing.

Taylor smiled and said: "I understand if you don't believe me. I never wanted to say it, just because I thought no one would believe it. If I hadn't experienced all this personally, I would think it was a fantasy."

He took his hand back and straightened his suit.

"I don't need you to believe me. Once you see it with your own eyes, you will understand."

"Damn little devil~"

What Gilder hates the most is things he can't understand. It's really scary to think about changing a person's memory. It's better to have a mute corpse. They never lie to people.

"Okay, Chief Gilder, what should I do now and wait for your dispatch."

With a sneer on his face, Gilder took out a file from his arms and threw it into Taylor's arms.

"This is the identity that the organization has applied for for you. Keep it, kid~ As for what needs to be done, you should wait for the notification~"

After saying that, he raised his palm, tilted his head and wiggled his fingers, making a goodbye gesture, then turned around and left.

Standing downstairs in the temporary rest area, Taylor looked confused.

What the hell?

He just left like that?

After a slight hesitation, he opened the file bag, which contained documents related to his new identity.

His new identity is - an orphan.

He took out some documents and revealed his new name, John Taylor.

Although he has the same name as a former US president, he is an uneducated little gangster who grew up in a slum and did not receive a good education. He steals, fights and steals, and is a scum of the world.

They also thoughtfully helped themselves to make many criminal records to increase the authenticity of their identities.

Look through the case records.

Fortunately, there was no murder, but what the hell is that rape in the record?

There were also theft of electronic toys, molestation of male flight attendants, forgery of documents and sexual fraud.

Did I just escape from prison?

Whoever created the identity for themselves is too outrageous.

Although I committed countless crimes, I was a good agent.

Take out the remaining two things in the portfolio, your secret agent ID, a mobile phone and $500.

Fallen leaves rolled up by the cold wind rolled past his feet, and Taylor felt that his prospects were very bleak.

……

The courier looked up at the New York Police sign.

He spit out the toothpick in his mouth casually, stepped into the crack in the ground, walked into the New York Police Department casually carrying a courier bag, holding a light yellow courier and shouted:

"Who is George? Here's a delivery for you!"

Several policemen who heard the shouting stuck their heads out, glanced at the courier with frowns, and then retracted.

And George came out of his work station with a cup of black coffee.

"I am here."

The courier shook the courier in his hand and said impatiently: "Here is a special courier for you."

"Special delivery?" Behind George, Harry, who was holding a Mexican chicken taco in his hand, also poked his head out curiously.

I struggled for a long time looking at the chicken roll in my hand.

Chicken rolls are not as important as brothers!

He put down the chicken roll, stood up, hugged his belly, and ran over on tiptoe.

"My brother, have you received the commendation from the headquarters? If so, you have to treat me to a big dinner~"

Written signature on express delivery note.

Why is there no information about the sender?

Confused, George tore open the courier.

He took out a postcard.

When I opened it, I found it was an inexplicable notice letter.

When I turned around, I saw the courier with a curious look on his face, craning his neck to look around.

The two looked at each other.

"Cut~"

"I don't want to see it yet~"

With a cold snort, the courier turned his head.

Did you take out a few U.S. dollars from your wallet and give it to the courier? George said impatiently:

"Okay, okay, you have nothing to do here, get out of here~"

George frowned as he looked at the notice letter, and Harry pushed the courier away and came closer.

This is a handwritten notice letter with a strange expression drawn in the lower right corner.

From Capricorn at dusk to Aquarius at dawn, when the clock without a second hand reaches the third word, I will appear in the shadows and take away Winston's treasure - Kaito Kidd.

The two of them looked at the notice letter with baffled expressions.

Harry scratched his head and asked, "Is this from Winston's associates?"

Winston is the international thief that George caught not long ago, and the reason for his arrest was actually bragging in the bar.

But Winston has a tough mouth. So far, he has not confessed, and none of his accomplices have been arrested.

After glancing at the notice letter, George picked up the express bag again and checked it.

Then his expression changed and he asked: "Where was the courier just now?"

"Uh~" Harry was stunned for a moment and shouted loudly: "I'm going to chase him right now!"

Saying this, he hugged his belly and rushed out in a hurry.

Regardless of whether the sender's information is written on the express delivery note, there will definitely be a record in the express delivery company.

As long as it was from the other party, it would definitely leave traces, but the courier just now was very suspicious, and he observed the surroundings curiously as soon as he entered the police station.

This gave George an absurd idea. Could this courier be the one who wrote the notice letter and delivered it in person?

Winston's treasure? Because of the Gap Girl incident, one of the gems as evidence is still in the evidence room.

Could it be that someone wants to sneak into the police station and steal the gem?

Is this... crazy?

How could anyone be so stupid.

Even if it's done on a car that's transporting gems, it's more reliable than this.

He took out an evidence bag from his left breast pocket and put the notice letter in it.

I have never heard of Kaitou Kidd, but no matter what this Kaitou wants to do, he will definitely accompany him.

Harry ran back out of breath, his belly bulging, and shook his head at George.

"That... that... that bastard ran too fast, I... I couldn't catch up."

"Have a drink of water...Harry, just call up the surveillance screen and retrieve his information in the system."

"You...you didn't...said earlier..."

Harry was out of breath, holding his stomach and returned to the work station with George.

George picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Help me send the surveillance video from the police station door to my computer. Yes, it's a new case."